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"
He
must
have
been
holding
it
as
a
signal
,
"
said
I.
"
Let
us
see
if
there
is
any
answer
.
"
I
held
it
as
he
had
done
,
and
stared
out
into
the
darkness
of
the
night
.
Vaguely
I
could
discern
the
black
bank
of
the
trees
and
the
lighter
expanse
of
the
moor
,
for
the
moon
was
behind
the
clouds
.
And
then
I
gave
a
cry
of
exultation
,
for
a
tiny
pin-point
of
yellow
light
had
suddenly
transfixed
the
dark
veil
,
and
glowed
steadily
in
the
centre
of
the
black
square
framed
by
the
window
.
"
There
it
is
!
"
I
cried
.
"
No
,
no
,
sir
,
it
is
nothing
--
nothing
at
all
!
"
the
butler
broke
in
;
"
I
assure
you
,
sir
--
"
"
Move
your
light
across
the
window
,
Watson
!
"
cried
the
baronet
.
"
See
,
the
other
moves
also
!
Now
,
you
rascal
,
do
you
deny
that
it
is
a
signal
?
Come
,
speak
up
!
Who
is
your
confederate
out
yonder
,
and
what
is
this
conspiracy
that
is
going
on
?
"
The
man
's
face
became
openly
defiant
.
"
It
is
my
business
,
and
not
yours
.
I
will
not
tell
.
"
"
Then
you
leave
my
employment
right
away
.
"
"
Very
good
,
sir
.
If
I
must
I
must
.
"
"
And
you
go
in
disgrace
.
By
thunder
,
you
may
well
be
ashamed
of
yourself
.
Your
family
has
lived
with
mine
for
over
a
hundred
years
under
this
roof
,
and
here
I
find
you
deep
in
some
dark
plot
against
me
.
"
