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"
Then
let
us
go
and
look
at
the
room
.
"
With
which
inconsequent
remark
he
strode
on
into
the
house
,
followed
by
Gregson
,
whose
features
expressed
his
astonishment
.
A
short
passage
,
bare
planked
and
dusty
,
led
to
the
kitchen
and
offices
.
Two
doors
opened
out
of
it
to
the
left
and
to
the
right
.
One
of
these
had
obviously
been
closed
for
many
weeks
.
The
other
belonged
to
the
dining-room
,
which
was
the
apartment
in
which
the
mysterious
affair
had
occurred
.
Holmes
walked
in
,
and
I
followed
him
with
that
subdued
feeling
at
my
heart
which
the
presence
of
death
inspires
.
It
was
a
large
square
room
,
looking
all
the
larger
from
the
absence
of
all
furniture
.
A
vulgar
flaring
paper
adorned
the
walls
,
but
it
was
blotched
in
places
with
mildew
,
and
here
and
there
great
strips
had
become
detached
and
hung
down
,
exposing
the
yellow
plaster
beneath
.
Opposite
the
door
was
a
showy
fireplace
,
surmounted
by
a
mantelpiece
of
imitation
white
marble
.
On
one
corner
of
this
was
stuck
the
stump
of
a
red
wax
candle
.
The
solitary
window
was
so
dirty
that
the
light
was
hazy
and
uncertain
,
giving
a
dull
grey
tinge
to
everything
,
which
was
intensified
by
the
thick
layer
of
dust
which
coated
the
whole
apartment
.
All
these
details
I
observed
afterwards
.
At
present
my
attention
was
centred
upon
the
single
grim
motionless
figure
which
lay
stretched
upon
the
boards
,
with
vacant
sightless
eyes
staring
up
at
the
discoloured
ceiling
.
It
was
that
of
a
man
about
forty-three
or
forty-four
years
of
age
,
middle-sized
,
broad
shouldered
,
with
crisp
curling
black
hair
,
and
a
short
stubbly
beard
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
heavy
broadcloth
frock
coat
and
waistcoat
,
with
light-coloured
trousers
,
and
immaculate
collar
and
cuffs
.
A
top
hat
,
well
brushed
and
trim
,
was
placed
upon
the
floor
beside
him
.
His
hands
were
clenched
and
his
arms
thrown
abroad
,
while
his
lower
limbs
were
interlocked
as
though
his
death
struggle
had
been
a
grievous
one
.
On
his
rigid
face
there
stood
an
expression
of
horror
,
and
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
of
hatred
,
such
as
I
have
never
seen
upon
human
features
.
This
malignant
and
terrible
contortion
,
combined
with
the
low
forehead
,
blunt
nose
,
and
prognathous
jaw
gave
the
dead
man
a
singularly
simious
and
ape-like
appearance
,
which
was
increased
by
his
writhing
,
unnatural
posture
.
I
have
seen
death
in
many
forms
,
but
never
has
it
appeared
to
me
in
a
more
fearsome
aspect
than
in
that
dark
grimy
apartment
,
which
looked
out
upon
one
of
the
main
arteries
of
suburban
London
.
Lestrade
,
lean
and
ferret-like
as
ever
,
was
standing
by
the
doorway
,
and
greeted
my
companion
and
myself
.
"
This
case
will
make
a
stir
,
sir
,
"
he
remarked
.
"
It
beats
anything
I
have
seen
,
and
I
am
no
chicken
.
"
"
There
is
no
clue
?
"
said
Gregson
.
"
None
at
all
,
"
chimed
in
Lestrade
.
