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"
I
really
beg
your
pardon
!
"
said
my
companion
,
who
had
ruffled
the
little
man
's
temper
by
bursting
into
an
explosion
of
laughter
.
"
You
certainly
have
the
credit
of
being
the
first
of
us
to
find
this
out
,
and
,
as
you
say
,
it
bears
every
mark
of
having
been
written
by
the
other
participant
in
last
night
's
mystery
.
I
have
not
had
time
to
examine
this
room
yet
,
but
with
your
permission
I
shall
do
so
now
.
"
As
he
spoke
,
he
whipped
a
tape
measure
and
a
large
round
magnifying
glass
from
his
pocket
.
With
these
two
implements
he
trotted
noiselessly
about
the
room
,
sometimes
stopping
,
occasionally
kneeling
,
and
once
lying
flat
upon
his
face
.
So
engrossed
was
he
with
his
occupation
that
he
appeared
to
have
forgotten
our
presence
,
for
he
chattered
away
to
himself
under
his
breath
the
whole
time
,
keeping
up
a
running
fire
of
exclamations
,
groans
,
whistles
,
and
little
cries
suggestive
of
encouragement
and
of
hope
.
As
I
watched
him
I
was
irresistibly
reminded
of
a
pure-blooded
well-trained
foxhound
as
it
dashes
backwards
and
forwards
through
the
covert
,
whining
in
its
eagerness
,
until
it
comes
across
the
lost
scent
.
For
twenty
minutes
or
more
he
continued
his
researches
,
measuring
with
the
most
exact
care
the
distance
between
marks
which
were
entirely
invisible
to
me
,
and
occasionally
applying
his
tape
to
the
walls
in
an
equally
incomprehensible
manner
.
In
one
place
he
gathered
up
very
carefully
a
little
pile
of
grey
dust
from
the
floor
,
and
packed
it
away
in
an
envelope
.
Finally
,
he
examined
with
his
glass
the
word
upon
the
wall
,
going
over
every
letter
of
it
with
the
most
minute
exactness
.
This
done
,
he
appeared
to
be
satisfied
,
for
he
replaced
his
tape
and
his
glass
in
his
pocket
.
"
They
say
that
genius
is
an
infinite
capacity
for
taking
pains
,
"
he
remarked
with
a
smile
.
"
It
's
a
very
bad
definition
,
but
it
does
apply
to
detective
work
.
"
Gregson
and
Lestrade
had
watched
the
manoeuvres
9
of
their
amateur
companion
with
considerable
curiosity
and
some
contempt
.
They
evidently
failed
to
appreciate
the
fact
,
which
I
had
begun
to
realize
,
that
Sherlock
Holmes
'
smallest
actions
were
all
directed
towards
some
definite
and
practical
end
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
it
,
sir
?
"
they
both
asked
.
"
It
would
be
robbing
you
of
the
credit
of
the
case
if
I
was
to
presume
to
help
you
,
"
remarked
my
friend
.
"
You
are
doing
so
well
now
that
it
would
be
a
pity
for
anyone
to
interfere
.
"
There
was
a
world
of
sarcasm
in
his
voice
as
he
spoke
.
"
If
you
will
let
me
know
how
your
investigations
go
,
"
he
continued
,
"
I
shall
be
happy
to
give
you
any
help
I
can
.
In
the
meantime
I
should
like
to
speak
to
the
constable
who
found
the
body
.
Can
you
give
me
his
name
and
address
?
"
Lestrade
glanced
at
his
note-book
.
"
John
Rance
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
is
off
duty
now
.
You
will
find
him
at
46
,
Audley
Court
,
Kennington
Park
Gate
.
"
Holmes
took
a
note
of
the
address
.
