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ңַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"But these glasses do puzzle me, I confess. Lady Brackenstallactually saw the three men drinking, did she not?"With regard to our transaction, you will no doubt have observed bynow that one essential detail is missing. I have a tracing whichwill make it complete. This has involved me in extra trouble, however,and I must ask you for a further advance of five hundred pounds. Iwill not trust it to the post, nor will I take anything but gold ornotes. I would come to you abroad, but it would excite remark if Ileft the country at present. Therefore I shall expect to meet you inthe smoking-room of the Charing Cross Hotel at noon on Saturday.Remember that only English notes, or gold, will be taken.That will do very well. I shall be very much surprised if it doesnot fetch our man."

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"Coarse writing," murmured Holmes. "Surely this is not yourhusband's writing, madam."

"At last I saw a vacancy at Mawson & Williams's, the greatstock-broking firm in Lombard Street. I dare say E. C. is not muchin your line, but I can tell you that this is about the richesthouse in London. The advertisement was to be answered by letteronly. I sent in my testimonial and application, but without theleast hope of getting it. Back came an answer by return, saying thatif I would appear next Monday I might take over my new duties at once,provided that my appearance was satisfactory. No one knows how thesethings are worked. Some people say that the manager just plunges hishand into the heap and takes the first that comes. Anyhow it was myinnings that time, and I don't ever wish to feel better pleased. Thescrew was a pound a week rise, and the duties just about the same asat Coxon's.

"'No,' said I. 'It is your ears. They have the peculiar flatteningand thickening which marks the boxing man.'

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"Has the fact been verified?"<"Very likely not. It is most important, all the same. As to thenote, it is important also, or at least the initials are, so Icongratulate you again."

"Mr. Holmes always knows whatever there is to know."

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She was brown with the dust and draped with the cobwebs which hadcome from the walls of her hiding-place. Her face, too, was streakedwith grime, and at the best she could never have been handsome, forshe had the exact physical characteristics which Holmes had divined,with, in addition, a long and obstinate chin. What with her naturalblindness, and what with the change from dark to light, she stood asone dazed, blinking about her to see where and who we were. And yet,in spite of all these disadvantages, there was a certain nobility inthe woman's bearing- a gallantry in the defiant chin and in theupraised head, which compelled something of respect and admiration.Stanley Hopkins had laid his hand upon her arm and claimed her ashis prisoner, but she waved him aside gently, and yet with anover-mastering dignity which compelled obedience. The old man lay backin his chair with a twitching face, and stared at her with broodingeyes.

"I think that there is a small experiment which we may tryto-morrow, Watson, in order to throw some light on the matter.Meanwhile, if we mean to keep up our characters, I suggest that wehave our host in for a glass of his own wine and hold some highconverse upon eels and dace, which seems to be the straight road tohis affections. We may chance to come upon some useful local gossip inthe process."

<"You have a grand gift of silence, Watson," said he. "It makes youquite invaluable as a companion. 'Pon my word, it is a great thing forme to have someone to talk to, for my own thoughts are notover-pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this dear littlewoman to-night when she meets me at the door.""He wasn't a tall, handsome. dark young man?"

"Yes, and a good colt, too. He carries all our money for the race,and all Sir Robert's into the Bargain. By the way"- he looked at uswith thoughtful eyes- "I suppose you ain't on the turf yourselves?""No, indeed. just two weary Londoners who badly need some goodBerkshire air."

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"Holmes, you are a wizard. I did not say so, but he hadgray-tinted sun-glasses."

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ңᄡ˹ǹ 215 I could not have believed that an alarm could have spread soswiftly. Looking back, the huge house was one blaze of light. Thefront door was open, and figures were rushing down the drive. Thewhole garden was alive with people, and one fellow raised aview-halloa as we emerged from the veranda and followed hard at ourheels. Holmes seemed to know the grounds perfectly, and he threadedhis way swiftly among a plantation of small trees, I close at hisheels, and our foremost pursuer panting behind us. It was a six-footwall which barred our path, but he sprang to the top and over. As Idid the same I felt the hand of the man behind me grab at my ankle,but I kicked myself free and scrambled over a grass-strewn coping. Ifell upon my face among some bushes, but Holmes had me on my feet inan instant, and together we dashed away across the huge expanse ofHampstead Heath. We had run two miles, I suppose, before Holmes atlast halted and listened intently. All was absolute silence behind us.We had shaken off our pursuers and were safe. ϸ

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ңȫ潵׼ ͷʽ8000 "Mr. Holmes, this is the young lady I spoke of. This is my fiancee.""We were gradually coming to that conclusion, were we not,Watson?" Holmes answered with a smile. "I take it, Miss Presbury, thatthere is some fresh development in the case, and that you thought weshould know?" ϸ

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