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The
London
express
came
roaring
into
the
station
,
and
a
small
,
wiry
bulldog
of
a
man
had
sprung
from
a
first-class
carriage
.
We
all
three
shook
hands
,
and
I
saw
at
once
from
the
reverential
way
in
which
Lestrade
gazed
at
my
companion
that
he
had
learned
a
good
deal
since
the
days
when
they
had
first
worked
together
.
I
could
well
remember
the
scorn
which
the
theories
of
the
reasoner
used
then
to
excite
in
the
practical
man
.
"
Anything
good
?
"
he
asked
.
"
The
biggest
thing
for
years
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
We
have
two
hours
before
we
need
think
of
starting
.
I
think
we
might
employ
it
in
getting
some
dinner
and
then
,
Lestrade
,
we
will
take
the
London
fog
out
of
your
throat
by
giving
you
a
breath
of
the
pure
night
air
of
Dartmoor
.
Never
been
there
?
Ah
,
well
,
I
do
n't
suppose
you
will
forget
your
first
visit
.
"
One
of
Sherlock
Holmes
's
defects
--
if
,
indeed
,
one
may
call
it
a
defect
--
was
that
he
was
exceedingly
loath
to
communicate
his
full
plans
to
any
other
person
until
the
instant
of
their
fulfilment
.
Partly
it
came
no
doubt
from
his
own
masterful
nature
,
which
loved
to
dominate
and
surprise
those
who
were
around
him
.
Partly
also
from
his
professional
caution
,
which
urged
him
never
to
take
any
chances
.
The
result
,
however
,
was
very
trying
for
those
who
were
acting
as
his
agents
and
assistants
.
I
had
often
suffered
under
it
,
but
never
more
so
than
during
that
long
drive
in
the
darkness
.
The
great
ordeal
was
in
front
of
us
;
at
last
we
were
about
to
make
our
final
effort
,
and
yet
Holmes
had
said
nothing
,
and
I
could
only
surmise
what
his
course
of
action
would
be
.
My
nerves
thrilled
with
anticipation
when
at
last
the
cold
wind
upon
our
faces
and
the
dark
,
void
spaces
on
either
side
of
the
narrow
road
told
me
that
we
were
back
upon
the
moor
once
again
.
Every
stride
of
the
horses
and
every
turn
of
the
wheels
was
taking
us
nearer
to
our
supreme
adventure
.
Our
conversation
was
hampered
by
the
presence
of
the
driver
of
the
hired
wagonette
,
so
that
we
were
forced
to
talk
of
trivial
matters
when
our
nerves
were
tense
with
emotion
and
anticipation
.
It
was
a
relief
to
me
,
after
that
unnatural
restraint
,
when
we
at
last
passed
Frankland
's
house
and
knew
that
we
were
drawing
near
to
the
Hall
and
to
the
scene
of
action
.
We
did
not
drive
up
to
the
door
but
got
down
near
the
gate
of
the
avenue
.
The
wagonette
was
paid
off
and
ordered
to
return
to
Coombe
Tracey
forthwith
,
while
we
started
to
walk
to
Merripit
House
.
"
Are
you
armed
,
Lestrade
?
"
The
little
detective
smiled
.
"
As
long
as
I
have
my
trousers
I
have
a
hip-pocket
,
and
as
long
as
I
have
my
hip-pocket
I
have
something
in
it
.
"
"
Good
!
My
friend
and
I
are
also
ready
for
emergencies
.
"
"
You
're
mighty
close
about
this
affair
,
Mr.
Holmes
.
What
's
the
game
now
?
"
