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"I a wondering, Watson- just wondering!"

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"Yes, it is all we can do to make him wash his hands, and his faceis as black as a tinker's. Well, when once his case has beensettled, he will have a regular prison bath; and I think, if you sawhim, you would agree with me that he needed it."

The sitting-room of our client opened by a long, low, latticedwindow on to the ancient lichen-tinted court of the old college. AGothic arched door led to a worn stone Staircase. On the groundfloor was the tutor's room. Above were three students, one on eachstory. It was already twilight when we reached the scene of ourproblem. Holmes halted and looked earnestly at the window. Then heapproached it, and, standing on tiptoe with his neck craned, he lookedinto the room.

"To Mr. Cunningham's?"

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"We will do all that can be done, Mr. Green. Not a moment will belost. Leave it in our hands. Now, Watson," he added as our clienthurried away, "he will set the regular forces on the move. We are,as usual, the irregulars, and we must take our own line of action. Thesituation strikes me as so desperate that the most extreme measuresare justified. Not a moment is to be lost in getting to PoultneySquare.

"I've wanted to meet you for some time," said Holmes. "I won't askyou to sit down, for I don't like the smell of you, but aren't youSteve Dixie, the bruiser?"

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"'My dear young lady! my dear young lady!'-you cannot think howcaressing and soothing his manner was-;'and what has frightened you,my dear lady?'

"The same. And this- this is my husband."

<"'Yes,' said I, 'I have taken to living by my wits.'"Well, if our conjecture is correct and the girl's name is or wasSophy Kratides, we should have no difficulty in tracing her. That mustbe our main hope, for the brother is, of course, a completestranger. It is clear that some time has elapsed since this Haroldestablished these relations with the girl-some weeks, at anyrate-since the brother in Greece has had time to hear of it and comeacross. If they have been living in the same place during this time,it is probable that we shall have some answer to Mycroft'sadvertisement."

"Well, sir, it was a bit rumpled, certainly, when I came back. Yousee, she fell on it and it lies on a polished floor with nothing tokeep it in place. I straightened it out afterwards."

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<"Exactly, Mr. Holmes, exactly. You put the very question which Ihave asked myself again and again. There can be no doubt that thisfellow must have known the house and its habits. He must haveperfectly understood that the servants would all be in bed at thatcomparatively early hour, and that no one could possibly hear a bellring in the kitchen. Therefore, he must have been in close league withone of the servants. Surely that is evident. But there are eightservants, and all of good character.""I join in it because there is no other way in the world by whichjustice can be gained. What does the law of England care for therivers of blood shed years ago in San Pedro, or for the ship load oftreasure which this man has stolen? To you they are like crimescommitted in some other planet. But we know. We have learned the truthin sorrow and in suffering. To us there is no fiend in hell likeJuan Murillo, and no peace in life while his victims still cry forvengeance."

"But who is she?"

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