Sherlock Holmes had opened his mouth to reply, when the door flew open, and Peterson, the commissionaire, rushed into the apartment with flushed cheeks and the face of a man who is dazed with astonishment. The goose, Mr. Holmes! The goose, sir! he gasped. Eh? What of it, then? Has it returned to life and flapped off through the kitchen window? Holmes twisted himself round upon the sofa to get a fairer view of the man's excited face.
by Arthur Conan Doyle
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In this scene from Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes story, the famous detective is interrupted by the frantic entrance of Peterson, the commissionaire. Peterson appears overwhelmed, breathing heavily as he exclaims about a goose, capturing Holmes' immediate attention. His astonishment hints that something unusual has occurred regarding the bird, prompting Holmes to inquire further with his trademark curiosity.

Holmes' response showcases his wit and sense of humor, as he jokingly suggests the goose might have mysteriously come back to life. This interaction highlights both Holmes' keen observational skills and his ability to engage with those around him, setting the stage for the unfolding mystery. The excitement and urgency in Peterson's demeanor suggest that the goose is key to a larger puzzle that the detective will inevitably unravel.

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