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"
A
waiting
game
.
"
"
My
word
,
it
does
not
seem
a
very
cheerful
place
,
"
said
the
detective
with
a
shiver
,
glancing
round
him
at
the
gloomy
slopes
of
the
hill
and
at
the
huge
lake
of
fog
which
lay
over
the
Grimpen
Mire
.
"
I
see
the
lights
of
a
house
ahead
of
us
.
"
"
That
is
Merripit
House
and
the
end
of
our
journey
.
I
must
request
you
to
walk
on
tiptoe
and
not
to
talk
above
a
whisper
.
"
We
moved
cautiously
along
the
track
as
if
we
were
bound
for
the
house
,
but
Holmes
halted
us
when
we
were
about
two
hundred
yards
from
it
.
"
This
will
do
,
"
said
he
.
"
These
rocks
upon
the
right
make
an
admirable
screen
.
"
"
We
are
to
wait
here
?
"
"
Yes
,
we
shall
make
our
little
ambush
here
.
Get
into
this
hollow
,
Lestrade
.
You
have
been
inside
the
house
,
have
you
not
,
Watson
?
Can
you
tell
the
position
of
the
rooms
?
What
are
those
latticed
windows
at
this
end
?
"
"
I
think
they
are
the
kitchen
windows
.
"
"
And
the
one
beyond
,
which
shines
so
brightly
?
"
"
That
is
certainly
the
dining-room
.
"
