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"
Is
that
serious
?
"
"
Very
serious
,
indeed
--
the
one
thing
upon
earth
which
could
have
disarranged
my
plans
.
He
ca
n't
be
very
long
,
now
.
It
is
already
ten
o'clock
.
Our
success
and
even
his
life
may
depend
upon
his
coming
out
before
the
fog
is
over
the
path
.
"
The
night
was
clear
and
fine
above
us
.
The
stars
shone
cold
and
bright
,
while
a
half-moon
bathed
the
whole
scene
in
a
soft
,
uncertain
light
.
Before
us
lay
the
dark
bulk
of
the
house
,
its
serrated
roof
and
bristling
chimneys
hard
outlined
against
the
silver-spangled
sky
.
Broad
bars
of
golden
light
from
the
lower
windows
stretched
across
the
orchard
and
the
moor
.
One
of
them
was
suddenly
shut
off
.
The
servants
had
left
the
kitchen
.
There
only
remained
the
lamp
in
the
dining-room
where
the
two
men
,
the
murderous
host
and
the
unconscious
guest
,
still
chatted
over
their
cigars
.
Every
minute
that
white
woolly
plain
which
covered
one
half
of
the
moor
was
drifting
closer
and
closer
to
the
house
.
Already
the
first
thin
wisps
of
it
were
curling
across
the
golden
square
of
the
lighted
window
.
The
farther
wall
of
the
orchard
was
already
invisible
,
and
the
trees
were
standing
out
of
a
swirl
of
white
vapour
.
As
we
watched
it
the
fog-wreaths
came
crawling
round
both
corners
of
the
house
and
rolled
slowly
into
one
dense
bank
,
on
which
the
upper
floor
and
the
roof
floated
like
a
strange
ship
upon
a
shadowy
sea
.
Holmes
struck
his
hand
passionately
upon
the
rock
in
front
of
us
and
stamped
his
feet
in
his
impatience
.
"
If
he
is
n't
out
in
a
quarter
of
an
hour
the
path
will
be
covered
.
In
half
an
hour
we
wo
n't
be
able
to
see
our
hands
in
front
of
us
.
"
"
Shall
we
move
farther
back
upon
higher
ground
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
think
it
would
be
as
well
.
"
So
as
the
fog-bank
flowed
onward
we
fell
back
before
it
until
we
were
half
a
mile
from
the
house
,
and
still
that
dense
white
sea
,
with
the
moon
silvering
its
upper
edge
,
swept
slowly
and
inexorably
on
.
"
We
are
going
too
far
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
We
dare
not
take
the
chance
of
his
being
overtaken
before
he
can
reach
us
.
At
all
costs
we
must
hold
our
ground
where
we
are
.
"
He
dropped
on
his
knees
and
clapped
his
ear
to
the
ground
.
"
Thank
God
,
I
think
that
I
hear
him
coming
.
"
