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"
I
heard
it
distinctly
,
and
I
am
sure
that
it
was
really
the
sob
of
a
woman
.
"
"
We
must
ask
about
this
right
away
.
"
He
rang
the
bell
and
asked
Barrymore
whether
he
could
account
for
our
experience
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
the
pallid
features
of
the
butler
turned
a
shade
paler
still
as
he
listened
to
his
master
's
question
.
"
There
are
only
two
women
in
the
house
,
Sir
Henry
,
"
he
answered
.
"
One
is
the
scullery-maid
,
who
sleeps
in
the
other
wing
.
The
other
is
my
wife
,
and
I
can
answer
for
it
that
the
sound
could
not
have
come
from
her
.
"
And
yet
he
lied
as
he
said
it
,
for
it
chanced
that
after
breakfast
I
met
Mrs.
Barrymore
in
the
long
corridor
with
the
sun
full
upon
her
face
.
She
was
a
large
,
impassive
,
heavy-featured
woman
with
a
stern
set
expression
of
mouth
.
But
her
tell-tale
eyes
were
red
and
glanced
at
me
from
between
swollen
lids
.
It
was
she
,
then
,
who
wept
in
the
night
,
and
if
she
did
so
her
husband
must
know
it
.
Yet
he
had
taken
the
obvious
risk
of
discovery
in
declaring
that
it
was
not
so
.
Why
had
he
done
this
?
And
why
did
she
weep
so
bitterly
?
Already
round
this
pale-faced
,
handsome
,
black-bearded
man
there
was
gathering
an
atmosphere
of
mystery
and
of
gloom
.
It
was
he
who
had
been
the
first
to
discover
the
body
of
Sir
Charles
,
and
we
had
only
his
word
for
all
the
circumstances
which
led
up
to
the
old
man
's
death
.
Was
it
possible
that
it
was
Barrymore
after
all
whom
we
had
seen
in
the
cab
in
Regent
Street
?
The
beard
might
well
have
been
the
same
.
The
cabman
had
described
a
somewhat
shorter
man
,
but
such
an
impression
might
easily
have
been
erroneous
.
How
could
I
settle
the
point
forever
?
Obviously
the
first
thing
to
do
was
to
see
the
Grimpen
postmaster
,
and
find
whether
the
test
telegram
had
really
been
placed
in
Barrymore
's
own
hands
.
Be
the
answer
what
it
might
,
I
should
at
least
have
something
to
report
to
Sherlock
Holmes
.
Sir
Henry
had
numerous
papers
to
examine
after
breakfast
,
so
that
the
time
was
propitious
for
my
excursion
.
It
was
a
pleasant
walk
of
four
miles
along
the
edge
of
the
moor
,
leading
me
at
last
to
a
small
gray
hamlet
,
in
which
two
larger
buildings
,
which
proved
to
be
the
inn
and
the
house
of
Dr.
Mortimer
,
stood
high
above
the
rest
.
The
postmaster
,
who
was
also
the
village
grocer
,
had
a
clear
recollection
of
the
telegram
.
"
Certainly
,
sir
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
had
the
telegram
delivered
to
Mr.
Barrymore
exactly
as
directed
.
"
"
Who
delivered
it
?
"
"
My
boy
here
.
James
,
you
delivered
that
telegram
to
Mr.
Barrymore
at
the
Hall
last
week
,
did
you
not
?
"
"
Yes
,
father
,
I
delivered
it
.
"
