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"
Not
a
livin
'
soul
,
sir
,
nor
as
much
as
a
dog
.
Then
I
pulled
myself
together
and
went
back
and
pushed
the
door
open
.
All
was
quiet
inside
,
so
I
went
into
the
room
where
the
light
was
a-burnin
'
.
There
was
a
candle
flickerin
'
on
the
mantelpiece
--
a
red
wax
one
--
and
by
its
light
I
saw
--
--
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
all
that
you
saw
.
You
walked
round
the
room
several
times
,
and
you
knelt
down
by
the
body
,
and
then
you
walked
through
and
tried
the
kitchen
door
,
and
then
--
--
"
John
Rance
sprang
to
his
feet
with
a
frightened
face
and
suspicion
in
his
eyes
.
"
Where
was
you
hid
to
see
all
that
?
"
he
cried
.
"
It
seems
to
me
that
you
knows
a
deal
more
than
you
should
.
"
Holmes
laughed
and
threw
his
card
across
the
table
to
the
constable
.
"
Do
n't
get
arresting
me
for
the
murder
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
one
of
the
hounds
and
not
the
wolf
;
Mr.
Gregson
or
Mr.
Lestrade
will
answer
for
that
.
Go
on
,
though
.
What
did
you
do
next
?
"
Rance
resumed
his
seat
,
without
however
losing
his
mystified
expression
.
"
I
went
back
to
the
gate
and
sounded
my
whistle
.
That
brought
Murcher
and
two
more
to
the
spot
.
"
"
Was
the
street
empty
then
?
"
"
Well
,
it
was
,
as
far
as
anybody
that
could
be
of
any
good
goes
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
The
constable
's
features
broadened
into
a
grin
.
"
I
've
seen
many
a
drunk
chap
in
my
time
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
never
anyone
so
cryin
'
drunk
as
that
cove
.
He
was
at
the
gate
when
I
came
out
,
a-leanin
'
up
agin
the
railings
,
and
a-singin
'
at
the
pitch
o
'
his
lungs
about
Columbine
's
New-fangled
Banner
,
or
some
such
stuff
.
He
could
n't
stand
,
far
less
help
.
"
