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As
we
came
round
the
top
of
the
stairs
we
had
run
up
against
Sir
Henry
Baskerville
himself
.
His
face
was
flushed
with
anger
,
and
he
held
an
old
and
dusty
boot
in
one
of
his
hands
.
So
furious
was
he
that
he
was
hardly
articulate
,
and
when
he
did
speak
it
was
in
a
much
broader
and
more
Western
dialect
than
any
which
we
had
heard
from
him
in
the
morning
.
"
Seems
to
me
they
are
playing
me
for
a
sucker
in
this
hotel
,
"
he
cried
.
"
They
'll
find
they
've
started
in
to
monkey
with
the
wrong
man
unless
they
are
careful
.
By
thunder
,
if
that
chap
ca
n't
find
my
missing
boot
there
will
be
trouble
.
I
can
take
a
joke
with
the
best
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
but
they
've
got
a
bit
over
the
mark
this
time
.
"
"
Still
looking
for
your
boot
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
and
mean
to
find
it
.
"
"
But
,
surely
,
you
said
that
it
was
a
new
brown
boot
?
"
"
So
it
was
,
sir
.
And
now
it
's
an
old
black
one
.
"
"
What
!
you
do
n't
mean
to
say
--
?
"
"
That
's
just
what
I
do
mean
to
say
.
I
only
had
three
pairs
in
the
world
--
the
new
brown
,
the
old
black
,
and
the
patent
leathers
,
which
I
am
wearing
.
Last
night
they
took
one
of
my
brown
ones
,
and
to-day
they
have
sneaked
one
of
the
black
.
Well
,
have
you
got
it
?
Speak
out
,
man
,
and
do
n't
stand
staring
!
"
An
agitated
German
waiter
had
appeared
upon
the
scene
.
"
No
,
sir
;
I
have
made
inquiry
all
over
the
hotel
,
but
I
can
hear
no
word
of
it
.
"
