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"
It
is
murder
,
Watson
--
refined
,
cold-blooded
,
deliberate
murder
.
Do
not
ask
me
for
particulars
.
My
nets
are
closing
upon
him
,
even
as
his
are
upon
Sir
Henry
,
and
with
your
help
he
is
already
almost
at
my
mercy
.
There
is
but
one
danger
which
can
threaten
us
.
It
is
that
he
should
strike
before
we
are
ready
to
do
so
.
Another
day
--
two
at
the
most
--
and
I
have
my
case
complete
,
but
until
then
guard
your
charge
as
closely
as
ever
a
fond
mother
watched
her
ailing
child
.
Your
mission
to-day
has
justified
itself
,
and
yet
I
could
almost
wish
that
you
had
not
left
his
side
.
Hark
!
"
A
terrible
scream
--
a
prolonged
yell
of
horror
and
anguish
--
burst
out
of
the
silence
of
the
moor
.
That
frightful
cry
turned
the
blood
to
ice
in
my
veins
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
I
gasped
.
"
What
is
it
?
What
does
it
mean
?
"
Holmes
had
sprung
to
his
feet
,
and
I
saw
his
dark
,
athletic
outline
at
the
door
of
the
hut
,
his
shoulders
stooping
,
his
head
thrust
forward
,
his
face
peering
into
the
darkness
.
"
Hush
!
"
he
whispered
.
"
Hush
!
"
The
cry
had
been
loud
on
account
of
its
vehemence
,
but
it
had
pealed
out
from
somewhere
far
off
on
the
shadowy
plain
.
Now
it
burst
upon
our
ears
,
nearer
,
louder
,
more
urgent
than
before
.
"
Where
is
it
?
"
Holmes
whispered
;
and
I
knew
from
the
thrill
of
his
voice
that
he
,
the
man
of
iron
,
was
shaken
to
the
soul
.
"
Where
is
it
,
Watson
?
"
"
There
,
I
think
.
"
I
pointed
into
the
darkness
.
"
No
,
there
!
"
Again
the
agonized
cry
swept
through
the
silent
night
,
louder
and
much
nearer
than
ever
.
And
a
new
sound
mingled
with
it
,
a
deep
,
muttered
rumble
,
musical
and
yet
menacing
,
rising
and
falling
like
the
low
,
constant
murmur
of
the
sea
.
