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"
I
do
n't
say
now
that
he
is
n't
a
crazy
man
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
;
"
I
ca
n't
forget
the
look
in
his
eyes
when
he
ran
at
me
this
morning
,
but
I
must
allow
that
no
man
could
make
a
more
handsome
apology
than
he
has
done
.
"
"
Did
he
give
any
explanation
of
his
conduct
?
"
"
His
sister
is
everything
in
his
life
,
he
says
.
That
is
natural
enough
,
and
I
am
glad
that
he
should
understand
her
value
.
They
have
always
been
together
,
and
according
to
his
account
he
has
been
a
very
lonely
man
with
only
her
as
a
companion
,
so
that
the
thought
of
losing
her
was
really
terrible
to
him
.
He
had
not
understood
,
he
said
,
that
I
was
becoming
attached
to
her
,
but
when
he
saw
with
his
own
eyes
that
it
was
really
so
,
and
that
she
might
be
taken
away
from
him
,
it
gave
him
such
a
shock
that
for
a
time
he
was
not
responsible
for
what
he
said
or
did
.
He
was
very
sorry
for
all
that
had
passed
,
and
he
recognized
how
foolish
and
how
selfish
it
was
that
he
should
imagine
that
he
could
hold
a
beautiful
woman
like
his
sister
to
himself
for
her
whole
life
.
If
she
had
to
leave
him
he
had
rather
it
was
to
a
neighbour
like
myself
than
to
anyone
else
.
But
in
any
case
it
was
a
blow
to
him
,
and
it
would
take
him
some
time
before
he
could
prepare
himself
to
meet
it
.
He
would
withdraw
all
opposition
upon
his
part
if
I
would
promise
for
three
months
to
let
the
matter
rest
and
to
be
content
with
cultivating
the
lady
's
friendship
during
that
time
without
claiming
her
love
.
This
I
promised
,
and
so
the
matter
rests
.
"
So
there
is
one
of
our
small
mysteries
cleared
up
.
It
is
something
to
have
touched
bottom
anywhere
in
this
bog
in
which
we
are
floundering
.
We
know
now
why
Stapleton
looked
with
disfavour
upon
his
sister
's
suitor
--
even
when
that
suitor
was
so
eligible
a
one
as
Sir
Henry
.
And
now
I
pass
on
to
another
thread
which
I
have
extricated
out
of
the
tangled
skein
,
the
mystery
of
the
sobs
in
the
night
,
of
the
tear-stained
face
of
Mrs.
Barrymore
,
of
the
secret
journey
of
the
butler
to
the
western
lattice
window
.
Congratulate
me
,
my
dear
Holmes
,
and
tell
me
that
I
have
not
disappointed
you
as
an
agent
--
that
you
do
not
regret
the
confidence
which
you
showed
in
me
when
you
sent
me
down
.
All
these
things
have
by
one
night
's
work
been
thoroughly
cleared
.
I
have
said
"
by
one
night
's
work
,
"
but
,
in
truth
,
it
was
by
two
nights
'
work
,
for
on
the
first
we
drew
entirely
blank
.
I
sat
up
with
Sir
Henry
in
his
rooms
until
nearly
three
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
but
no
sound
of
any
sort
did
we
hear
except
the
chiming
clock
upon
the
stairs
.
It
was
a
most
melancholy
vigil
,
and
ended
by
each
of
us
falling
asleep
in
our
chairs
.
Fortunately
we
were
not
discouraged
,
and
we
determined
to
try
again
.
The
next
night
we
lowered
the
lamp
,
and
sat
smoking
cigarettes
without
making
the
least
sound
.
It
was
incredible
how
slowly
the
hours
crawled
by
,
and
yet
we
were
helped
through
it
by
the
same
sort
of
patient
interest
which
the
hunter
must
feel
as
he
watches
the
trap
into
which
he
hopes
the
game
may
wander
.
One
struck
,
and
two
,
and
we
had
almost
for
the
second
time
given
it
up
in
despair
,
when
in
an
instant
we
both
sat
bolt
upright
in
our
chairs
,
with
all
our
weary
senses
keenly
on
the
alert
once
more
.
We
had
heard
the
creak
of
a
step
in
the
passage
.
Very
stealthily
we
heard
it
pass
along
until
it
died
away
in
the
distance
.
Then
the
baronet
gently
opened
his
door
and
we
set
out
in
pursuit
.
Already
our
man
had
gone
round
the
gallery
,
and
the
corridor
was
all
in
darkness
.
Softly
we
stole
along
until
we
had
come
into
the
other
wing
.
We
were
just
in
time
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
tall
,
black-bearded
figure
,
his
shoulders
rounded
,
as
he
tip-toed
down
the
passage
.
Then
he
passed
through
the
same
door
as
before
,
and
the
light
of
the
candle
framed
it
in
the
darkness
and
shot
one
single
yellow
beam
across
the
gloom
of
the
corridor
.
We
shuffled
cautiously
towards
it
,
trying
every
plank
before
we
dared
to
put
our
whole
weight
upon
it
.
We
had
taken
the
precaution
of
leaving
our
boots
behind
us
,
but
,
even
so
,
the
old
boards
snapped
and
creaked
beneath
our
tread
.
Sometimes
it
seemed
impossible
that
he
should
fail
to
hear
our
approach
.
However
,
the
man
is
fortunately
rather
deaf
,
and
he
was
entirely
preoccupied
in
that
which
he
was
doing
.
When
at
last
we
reached
the
door
and
peeped
through
we
found
him
crouching
at
the
window
,
candle
in
hand
,
his
white
,
intent
face
pressed
against
the
pane
,
exactly
as
I
had
seen
him
two
nights
before
.
We
had
arranged
no
plan
of
campaign
,
but
the
baronet
is
a
man
to
whom
the
most
direct
way
is
always
the
most
natural
.
He
walked
into
the
room
,
and
as
he
did
so
Barrymore
sprang
up
from
the
window
with
a
sharp
hiss
of
his
breath
and
stood
,
livid
and
trembling
,
before
us
.
His
dark
eyes
,
glaring
out
of
the
white
mask
of
his
face
,
were
full
of
horror
and
astonishment
as
he
gazed
from
Sir
Henry
to
me
.
