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"There is nothing in that. Many men do it when they are trying tolearn anything by heart."

"No."

"Quite so," said Holmes. "Well, now, Miss Winter, if you wouldcall here to-morrow evening at five, I would consider in the meanwhilewhether your suggestion of seeing this lady personally may not bearranged. I am exceedingly obliged to you for your cooperation. I neednot say that my clients will consider liberally-"

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"I have given a margin of half an hour," said he. "If that is hertrap, she must be making for the earlier train. I fear, Watson, thatshe will be past Charlington before we can possibly meet her."From the instant that we passed the rise, we could no longer see thevehicle, but we hastened onward at such a pace that my sedentarylife began to tell upon me, and I was compelled to fall behind.Holmes, however, was always in training, for he had inexhaustiblestores of nervous energy upon which to draw. His springy step neverslowed until suddenly, when he was a hundred yards in front of me,he halted, and I saw him throw up his hand with a gesture of grief anddespair. At the same instant an empty dog-cart, the horse cantering,the reins trailing, appeared round the curve of the road and rattledswiftly towards us.<1908

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"I had an answer to my advertisement."

"I fully share your opinion, and I trust, with you, that we mayprove it," returned Holmes, going back to the mat to knock the snowfrom his shoes. "I believe I have the honour of addressing Miss MaryHolder. Might I ask you a question or two?"

<"I beg that you will draw your chair up to the fire and favourme with some details as to your case.""Try and get Sutro to spend a night or two in the house. You mightpossibly want protection."

Briarbrae, Woking.

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<"The burglar, sir. He was off like a shot and got clean away. He'djust broke in at the pantry window when William came on him and methis end in saving his master's property.""What has it turned to, then?"

"So, by the process of exclusion, we arrive at the fact that he madehis way toward Charlington Hall, which, as I understand, is situatedin its own grounds on one side of the road. Anything else?""Nothing, Mr. Holmes, save that I was so perplexed that I felt Ishould not be happy until I had seen you and had your advice."Holmes sat in silence for some little time.

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