The Red-Headed League Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

"I never hope to see such a sight as that again, Mr. Holmes.
[...] Fleet Street was choked with red-headed folk, and Pope's
Court looked like a coster's orange barrow. [...] Every shade
of colour they were—straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter,
liver, clay; but, as Spaulding said, there were not many who
had the real vivid flame-coloured tint."

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by Thomas Bolt.
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Thanks to
Annie for
letting me
scan her
rare head.