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"
Any
delay
in
arresting
the
assassin
,
"
I
observed
,
"
might
give
him
time
to
perpetrate
some
fresh
atrocity
.
"
Thus
pressed
by
us
all
,
Holmes
showed
signs
of
irresolution
.
He
continued
to
walk
up
and
down
the
room
with
his
head
sunk
on
his
chest
and
his
brows
drawn
down
,
as
was
his
habit
when
lost
in
thought
.
"
There
will
be
no
more
murders
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
stopping
abruptly
and
facing
us
.
"
You
can
put
that
consideration
out
of
the
question
.
You
have
asked
me
if
I
know
the
name
of
the
assassin
.
I
do
.
The
mere
knowing
of
his
name
is
a
small
thing
,
however
,
compared
with
the
power
of
laying
our
hands
upon
him
.
This
I
expect
very
shortly
to
do
.
I
have
good
hopes
of
managing
it
through
my
own
arrangements
;
but
it
is
a
thing
which
needs
delicate
handling
,
for
we
have
a
shrewd
and
desperate
man
to
deal
with
,
who
is
supported
,
as
I
have
had
occasion
to
prove
,
by
another
who
is
as
clever
as
himself
.
As
long
as
this
man
has
no
idea
that
anyone
can
have
a
clue
there
is
some
chance
of
securing
him
;
but
if
he
had
the
slightest
suspicion
,
he
would
change
his
name
,
and
vanish
in
an
instant
among
the
four
million
inhabitants
of
this
great
city
.
Without
meaning
to
hurt
either
of
your
feelings
,
I
am
bound
to
say
that
I
consider
these
men
to
be
more
than
a
match
for
the
official
force
,
and
that
is
why
I
have
not
asked
your
assistance
.
If
I
fail
I
shall
,
of
course
,
incur
all
the
blame
due
to
this
omission
;
but
that
I
am
prepared
for
.
At
present
I
am
ready
to
promise
that
the
instant
that
I
can
communicate
with
you
without
endangering
my
own
combinations
,
I
shall
do
so
.
"
Gregson
and
Lestrade
seemed
to
be
far
from
satisfied
by
this
assurance
,
or
by
the
depreciating
allusion
to
the
detective
police
.
The
former
had
flushed
up
to
the
roots
of
his
flaxen
hair
,
while
the
other
's
beady
eyes
glistened
with
curiosity
and
resentment
.
Neither
of
them
had
time
to
speak
,
however
,
before
there
was
a
tap
at
the
door
,
and
the
spokesman
of
the
street
Arabs
,
young
Wiggins
,
introduced
his
insignificant
and
unsavoury
person
.
"
Please
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
touching
his
forelock
,
"
I
have
the
cab
downstairs
.
"
"
Good
boy
,
"
said
Holmes
,
blandly
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
introduce
this
pattern
at
Scotland
Yard
?
"
he
continued
,
taking
a
pair
of
steel
handcuffs
from
a
drawer
.
"
See
how
beautifully
the
spring
works
.
They
fasten
in
an
instant
.
"
"
The
old
pattern
is
good
enough
,
"
remarked
Lestrade
,
"
if
we
can
only
find
the
man
to
put
them
on
.
"
"
Very
good
,
very
good
,
"
said
Holmes
,
smiling
.
"
The
cabman
may
as
well
help
me
with
my
boxes
.
Just
ask
him
to
step
up
,
Wiggins
.
"
I
was
surprised
to
find
my
companion
speaking
as
though
he
were
about
to
set
out
on
a
journey
,
since
he
had
not
said
anything
to
me
about
it
.
There
was
a
small
portmanteau
in
the
room
,
and
this
he
pulled
out
and
began
to
strap
.
He
was
busily
engaged
at
it
when
the
cabman
entered
the
room
.
