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Chapter 1. Mr. Sherlock Holmes
"Yes, sir."
"It does."
"Then let me have the private ones." He leaned
back, put his finger-tips together, and assumed
his most impassive and judicial expression.
"Footprints?"
"Footprints."
"Enormous."
"No."
"No."
"None."
"Yes."
"None in particular."
"He had left his own marks all over that small
patch of gravel. I could discern no others."
"For example?"
"I see that you have quite gone over to the su-
pernaturalists. But now, Dr. Mortimer, tell me
this. If you hold these views, why have you
come to consult me at all? You tell me in the
same breath that it is useless to investigate Sir
Charles's death, and that you desire me to do
it."
"And then?"
"Thick! It is intolerable."
"Open the window, then! You have been at
your club all day, I perceive."
"Am I right?"
"In spirit?"
"Very large."
He unrolled one section and held it over his
knee. "Here you have the particular district
which concerns us. That is Baskerville Hall in
the middle."
"What then?"
"Most certainly."
"But how?"
"Well?"
"Nothing," said he, throwing it down. "It is a
blank half-sheet of paper, without even a wa-
ter-mark upon it. I think we have drawn as
much as we can from this curious letter; and
now, Sir Henry, has anything else of interest
happened to you since you have been in Lon-
don?"
"Precisely."
"Perfectly."
"Then you may expect us. Shall I have a cab
called?"
"A spy?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Exactly."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir."
"You will tell him that you want to see the was-
te-paper of yesterday. You will say that an im-
portant telegram has miscarried and that you
are looking for it. You understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir."
"In each case the outside porter will send for
the hall porter, to whom also you will give a
shilling. Here are twenty-three shillings. You
will then learn in possibly twenty cases out of
the twenty-three that the waste of the day be-
fore has been burned or removed. In the three
other cases you will be shown a heap of paper
and you will look for this page of the Times
among it. The odds are enormously against
your finding it. There are ten shillings over in
case of emergencies. Let me have a report by
wire at Baker Street before evening. And now,
Watson, it only remains for us to find out by
wire the identity of the cabman, No. 2704, and
then we will drop into one of the Bond Street
picture galleries and fill in the time until we are
due at the hotel."
Chapter 5. Three Broken Threads
"And when?"
"That is true."
"Perfectly."
"Yes, he did."
"About what?"
"Is it ready?"
"But how?"
"I have run all the way in order to cut you off,
Dr. Watson," said she. "I had not even time to
put on my hat. I must not stop, or my brother
may miss me. I wanted to say to you how sorry
I am about the stupid mistake I made in think-
ing that you were Sir Henry. Please forget the
words I said, which have no application what-
ever to you."
"But I can't forget them, Miss Stapleton," said I.
"I am Sir Henry's friend, and his welfare is a
very close concern of mine. Tell me why it was
that you were so eager that Sir Henry should
return to London."
"Yes, I am."
"Yes, I did."
"Hardly that."
"Who?"
"It rose and fell with the wind. Isn't that the
direction of the great Grimpen Mire?"
"Yes, it is."
"No, no."
"What then?"
"Yes, sir."
"And the woman's name?"
"I can't give you the name, sir, but I can give
you the initials. Her initials were L. L."
"Well?"
"No, sir."
She was silent and her face was still very pale.
At last she looked up with something reckless
and defiant in her manner.
"Well, I'll answer," she said. "What are your
questions?"
"No."
"Mrs. Lyons!"
"No, I swear it to you on all I hold sacred. I ne-
ver went. Something intervened to prevent my
going."
"I did not say that I had read all the letter."
"Well! Am I right?"
"Exactly."
"I thought as much—and knowing your admi-
rable tenacity I was convinced that you were
sitting in ambush, a weapon within reach, wait-
ing for the tenant to return. So you actually
thought that I was the criminal?"
"I did not know who you were, but I was de-
termined to find out."
"Yes."
"Exactly."
The sun had set and dusk was settling over the
moor. The air had turned chill and we with-
drew into the hut for warmth. There, sitting
together in the twilight, I told Holmes of my
conversation with the lady. So interested was
he that I had to repeat some of it twice before
he was satisfied.
"His wife?"
"Exactly."
The shape of some monstrous villainy, half
seen, half guessed, loomed through the dark-
ness which had girt me so long.
"No, there!"
"Nothing."
"A beard?"
"No."
"I hope your visit has cast some light upon tho-
se occurrences which have puzzled us?"
"And so am I."
"Every one."
"And so do I."
"I hope that you will come also. They are very
hospitable people, and I am sure that they
would be very glad to see you."
"To London?"
"Yes."
"But that is the very thing which you have so
often cautioned me not to do."
"Yes, sir."
"And ask at the station office if there is a mes-
sage for me."
"Exactly."
"No."
"To leave you here. You are not fit for further
adventures tonight. If you will wait, one or ot-
her of us will go back with you to the Hall."
He tried to stagger to his feet; but he was still
ghastly pale and trembling in every limb. We
helped him to a rock, where he sat shivering
with his face buried in his hands.
"Yes."
"It is dead."
"See," said he. "No one could find his way into
the Grimpen Mire tonight."
"He may find his way in, but never out," she
cried. "How can he see the guiding wands to-
night? We planted them together, he and I, to
mark the pathway through the mire. Oh, if I
could only have plucked them out today. Then
indeed you would have had him at your mer-
cy!"