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It
was
close
upon
nine
when
he
set
out
.
I
had
no
idea
how
long
he
might
be
,
but
I
sat
stolidly
puffing
at
my
pipe
and
skipping
over
the
pages
of
Henri
Murger
's
"
Vie
de
Bohème
.
"
Ten
o'clock
passed
,
and
I
heard
the
footsteps
of
the
maid
as
they
pattered
off
to
bed
.
Eleven
,
and
the
more
stately
tread
of
the
landlady
passed
my
door
,
bound
for
the
same
destination
.
It
was
close
upon
twelve
before
I
heard
the
sharp
sound
of
his
latch-key
.
The
instant
he
entered
I
saw
by
his
face
that
he
had
not
been
successful
.
Amusement
and
chagrin
seemed
to
be
struggling
for
the
mastery
,
until
the
former
suddenly
carried
the
day
,
and
he
burst
into
a
hearty
laugh
.
"
I
would
n't
have
the
Scotland
Yarders
know
it
for
the
world
,
"
he
cried
,
dropping
into
his
chair
;
"
I
have
chaffed
them
so
much
that
they
would
never
have
let
me
hear
the
end
of
it
.
I
can
afford
to
laugh
,
because
I
know
that
I
will
be
even
with
them
in
the
long
run
.
"
"
What
is
it
then
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
mind
telling
a
story
against
myself
.
That
creature
had
gone
a
little
way
when
she
began
to
limp
and
show
every
sign
of
being
foot-sore
.
Presently
she
came
to
a
halt
,
and
hailed
a
four-wheeler
which
was
passing
.
I
managed
to
be
close
to
her
so
as
to
hear
the
address
,
but
I
need
not
have
been
so
anxious
,
for
she
sang
it
out
loud
enough
to
be
heard
at
the
other
side
of
the
street
,
'
Drive
to
13
,
Duncan
Street
,
Houndsditch
,
'
she
cried
.
This
begins
to
look
genuine
,
I
thought
,
and
having
seen
her
safely
inside
,
I
perched
myself
behind
.
That
's
an
art
which
every
detective
should
be
an
expert
at
.
Well
,
away
we
rattled
,
and
never
drew
rein
until
we
reached
the
street
in
question
.
I
hopped
off
before
we
came
to
the
door
,
and
strolled
down
the
street
in
an
easy
,
lounging
way
.
I
saw
the
cab
pull
up
.
The
driver
jumped
down
,
and
I
saw
him
open
the
door
and
stand
expectantly
.
Nothing
came
out
though
.
When
I
reached
him
he
was
groping
about
frantically
in
the
empty
cab
,
and
giving
vent
to
the
finest
assorted
collection
of
oaths
that
ever
I
listened
to
.
There
was
no
sign
or
trace
of
his
passenger
,
and
I
fear
it
will
be
some
time
before
he
gets
his
fare
.
On
inquiring
at
Number
13
we
found
that
the
house
belonged
to
a
respectable
paperhanger
,
named
Keswick
,
and
that
no
one
of
the
name
either
of
Sawyer
or
Dennis
had
ever
been
heard
of
there
.
"
"
You
do
n't
mean
to
say
,
"
I
cried
,
in
amazement
,
"
that
that
tottering
,
feeble
old
woman
was
able
to
get
out
of
the
cab
while
it
was
in
motion
,
without
either
you
or
the
driver
seeing
her
?
"
"
Old
woman
be
damned
!
"
said
Sherlock
Holmes
,
sharply
.
"
We
were
the
old
women
to
be
so
taken
in
.
It
must
have
been
a
young
man
,
and
an
active
one
,
too
,
besides
being
an
incomparable
actor
.
The
get-up
was
inimitable
.
He
saw
that
he
was
followed
,
no
doubt
,
and
used
this
means
of
giving
me
the
slip
.
It
shows
that
the
man
we
are
after
is
not
as
lonely
as
I
imagined
he
was
,
but
has
friends
who
are
ready
to
risk
something
for
him
.
Now
,
Doctor
,
you
are
looking
done-up
.
Take
my
advice
and
turn
in
.
"
I
was
certainly
feeling
very
weary
,
so
I
obeyed
his
injunction
.
I
left
Holmes
seated
in
front
of
the
smouldering
fire
,
and
long
into
the
watches
of
the
night
I
heard
the
low
,
melancholy
wailings
of
his
violin
,
and
knew
that
he
was
still
pondering
over
the
strange
problem
which
he
had
set
himself
to
unravel
.
The
papers
next
day
were
full
of
the
"
Brixton
Mystery
,
"
as
they
termed
it
.
Each
had
a
long
account
of
the
affair
,
and
some
had
leaders
upon
it
in
addition
.
There
was
some
information
in
them
which
was
new
to
me
.
I
still
retain
in
my
scrap-book
numerous
clippings
and
extracts
bearing
upon
the
case
.
Here
is
a
condensation
of
a
few
of
them
:
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