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Chapter 11 The Adventure of the Missing Three - Quarter We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street, but I have a particular recollection of one which reached us on a gloomy February morning some seven or eight years ago and gave Mr. Sherlock Holmes a puzzled quarter of an hour. It was addressed to him, and ran thus: — "Please await me. Terrible misfortune. Right wing three-quarter missing; indispensable to morrow. — Overton." "Strand post-mark and dispatched ten -thirty-six," said Holmes, reading it over and over. "Mr. Overton was evidently considerably excited when he sent it,