“There's one thing,” said I as we walked down to the station. “If the husband's name was James, and the other was Henry, what was this talk about David?”

  “That one word, my dear Watson, should have told me the whole story had I been the ideal reasoner which you are so fond of depicting. It was evidently a term of reproach.”

  “Of reproach?”

  Yes; David strayed a little occasionally, you know, and on one occasion in the same direction as Sergeant James Barclay. You remember the small affair of Uriah and Bathsheba? My Biblical knowledge is a trifle rusty, I fear, but you will find the story in the first or second of Samuel.”

 

 

  Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Crooked Man

 

 

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