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"He could not have fractured his skull in a fall?"


"I cannot tell."

"That's Peter, the groom," cried the stranger. "He drove her. Thebeasts have pulled him off and clubbed him. Let him lie; we can't dohim any good, but we may save her from the worst fate that canbefall a woman."

"But without his collar or tie. I distinctly saw his bare throat.""Had he ever spoken of Swandam Lane?"

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A look of annoyance passed over Holmes's face.

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"We came," I explained, "in answer to your wire."

"Yes, from that window. They broke off in the middle. We came overto see the reason. But since it is safe in your hands I see noobject in continuing the business."

<"It is for his sake. You can serve him. Quick! Promise!"She gave a quick nod of assent just as the other two came up."Why do you sit moping there, Annie?" cried her brother. "Come outinto the sunshine!"It was an admirable document, short, courteous, and stimulating tothe curiosity of the connoisseur. A district messenger was dulydispatched with it. On the same evening, with the precious saucer inmy hand and the card of Dr. Hill Barton in my pocket, I set off onmy own adventure.

It was indeed like old times when, at that hour, I found myselfseated beside him in a hansom, my revolver in my pocket, and thethrill of adventure in my heart. Holmes was cold and stern and silent.As the gleam of the street-lamps flashed upon his austere features,I saw that his brows were drawn down in thought and his thin lipscompressed. I knew not what wild beast we were about to hunt down inthe dark jungle of criminal London, but I was well assured, from thebearing of this master huntsman, that the adventure was a most graveone- while the sardonic smile which occasionally broke through hisascetic gloom boded little good for the object of our quest.I had imagined that we were bound for Baker Street, but Holmesstopped the cab at the corner of Cavendish Square. I observed thatas he stepped out he gave a most searching glance to right and left,and at every subsequent street corner he took the utmost pains toassure that he was not followed. Our route was certainly a singularone. Holmes's knowledge of the byways of London was extraordinary, andon this occasion he passed rapidly and with an assured step througha network of mews and stables, the very existence of which I had neverknown. We emerged at last into a small road, lined with old, gloomyhouses, which led us into Manchester Street, and so to BlandfordStreet. Here he turned swiftly down a narrow passage, passed through awooden gate into a deserted yard, and then opened with a key theback door of a house. We entered together, and he closed it behind us.The place was pitch dark, but it was evident to me that it was anempty house. Our feet creaked and crackled over the bare planking, andmy outstretched hand touched a wall from which the paper was hangingin ribbons. Holmes's cold, thin fingers closed round my wrist andled me forward down a long hall, until I dimly saw the murkyfanlight over the door. Here Holmes turned suddenly to the right andwe found ourselves in a large, square, empty room, heavily shadowed inthe corners, but faintly lit in the centre from the lights of thestreet beyond. There was no lamp near, and the window was thick withdust, so that we could only just discern each other's figureswithin. My companion put his hand upon my shoulder and his lipsclose to my ear.


<"We must accept your terms, Mr. Holmes. No doubt you are right,and it is unreasonable for us to expect you to act unless we giveyou our entire confidence."-THE END-






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