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There
was
something
so
methodical
and
so
incomprehensible
about
the
deeds
of
this
unknown
assassin
,
that
it
imparted
a
fresh
ghastliness
to
his
crimes
.
My
nerves
,
which
were
steady
enough
on
the
field
of
battle
tingled
as
I
thought
of
it
.
"
The
man
was
seen
,
"
continued
Lestrade
.
"
A
milk
boy
,
passing
on
his
way
to
the
dairy
,
happened
to
walk
down
the
lane
which
leads
from
the
mews
at
the
back
of
the
hotel
.
He
noticed
that
a
ladder
,
which
usually
lay
there
,
was
raised
against
one
of
the
windows
of
the
second
floor
,
which
was
wide
open
.
After
passing
,
he
looked
back
and
saw
a
man
descend
the
ladder
.
He
came
down
so
quietly
and
openly
that
the
boy
imagined
him
to
be
some
carpenter
or
joiner
at
work
in
the
hotel
.
He
took
no
particular
notice
of
him
,
beyond
thinking
in
his
own
mind
that
it
was
early
for
him
to
be
at
work
.
He
has
an
impression
that
the
man
was
tall
,
had
a
reddish
face
,
and
was
dressed
in
a
long
,
brownish
coat
.
He
must
have
stayed
in
the
room
some
little
time
after
the
murder
,
for
we
found
blood-stained
water
in
the
basin
,
where
he
had
washed
his
hands
,
and
marks
on
the
sheets
where
he
had
deliberately
wiped
his
knife
.
"
I
glanced
at
Holmes
on
hearing
the
description
of
the
murderer
,
which
tallied
so
exactly
with
his
own
.
There
was
,
however
,
no
trace
of
exultation
or
satisfaction
upon
his
face
.
"
Did
you
find
nothing
in
the
room
which
could
furnish
a
clue
to
the
murderer
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Nothing
.
Stangerson
had
Drebber
's
purse
in
his
pocket
,
but
it
seems
that
this
was
usual
,
as
he
did
all
the
paying
.
There
was
eighty
odd
pounds
in
it
,
but
nothing
had
been
taken
.
Whatever
the
motives
of
these
extraordinary
crimes
,
robbery
is
certainly
not
one
of
them
.
There
were
no
papers
or
memoranda
in
the
murdered
man
's
pocket
,
except
a
single
telegram
,
dated
from
Cleveland
about
a
month
ago
,
and
containing
the
words
,
'
J.
H.
is
in
Europe
.
'
There
was
no
name
appended
to
this
message
.
"
"
And
there
was
nothing
else
?
"
Holmes
asked
.
"
Nothing
of
any
importance
.
The
man
's
novel
,
with
which
he
had
read
himself
to
sleep
was
lying
upon
the
bed
,
and
his
pipe
was
on
a
chair
beside
him
.
There
was
a
glass
of
water
on
the
table
,
and
on
the
window-sill
a
small
chip
ointment
box
containing
a
couple
of
pills
.
"
Sherlock
Holmes
sprang
from
his
chair
with
an
exclamation
of
delight
.
