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"
So
it
proved
.
I
spent
the
whole
of
yesterday
evening
in
making
enquiries
entirely
without
avail
.
This
morning
I
began
very
early
,
and
at
eight
o'clock
I
reached
Halliday
's
Private
Hotel
,
in
Little
George
Street
.
On
my
enquiry
as
to
whether
a
Mr.
Stangerson
was
living
there
,
they
at
once
answered
me
in
the
affirmative
.
"'
No
doubt
you
are
the
gentleman
whom
he
was
expecting
,
'
they
said
.
'
He
has
been
waiting
for
a
gentleman
for
two
days
.
'
"'
Where
is
he
now
?
'
I
asked
.
"'
He
is
upstairs
in
bed
.
He
wished
to
be
called
at
nine
.
'
"'
I
will
go
up
and
see
him
at
once
,
'
I
said
.
"
It
seemed
to
me
that
my
sudden
appearance
might
shake
his
nerves
and
lead
him
to
say
something
unguarded
.
The
Boots
volunteered
to
show
me
the
room
:
it
was
on
the
second
floor
,
and
there
was
a
small
corridor
leading
up
to
it
.
The
Boots
pointed
out
the
door
to
me
,
and
was
about
to
go
downstairs
again
when
I
saw
something
that
made
me
feel
sickish
,
in
spite
of
my
twenty
years
'
experience
.
From
under
the
door
there
curled
a
little
red
ribbon
of
blood
,
which
had
meandered
across
the
passage
and
formed
a
little
pool
along
the
skirting
at
the
other
side
.
I
gave
a
cry
,
which
brought
the
Boots
back
.
He
nearly
fainted
when
he
saw
it
.
The
door
was
locked
on
the
inside
,
but
we
put
our
shoulders
to
it
,
and
knocked
it
in
.
The
window
of
the
room
was
open
,
and
beside
the
window
,
all
huddled
up
,
lay
the
body
of
a
man
in
his
nightdress
.
He
was
quite
dead
,
and
had
been
for
some
time
,
for
his
limbs
were
rigid
and
cold
.
When
we
turned
him
over
,
the
Boots
recognized
him
at
once
as
being
the
same
gentleman
who
had
engaged
the
room
under
the
name
of
Joseph
Stangerson
.
The
cause
of
death
was
a
deep
stab
in
the
left
side
,
which
must
have
penetrated
the
heart
.
And
now
comes
the
strangest
part
of
the
affair
.
What
do
you
suppose
was
above
the
murdered
man
?
"
I
felt
a
creeping
of
the
flesh
,
and
a
presentiment
of
coming
horror
,
even
before
Sherlock
Holmes
answered
.
"
The
word
RACHE
,
written
in
letters
of
blood
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
was
it
,
"
said
Lestrade
,
in
an
awe-struck
voice
;
and
we
were
all
silent
for
a
while
.
