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"
Neither
,
sir
.
It
was
William
the
coachman
.
Shot
through
the
heart
,
sir
,
and
never
spoke
again
.
"
"
Who
shot
him
,
then
?
"
"
The
burglar
,
sir
.
He
was
off
like
a
shot
and
got
clean
away
.
He
'd
just
broke
in
at
the
pantry
window
when
William
came
on
him
and
met
his
end
in
saving
his
master
's
property
.
"
"
What
time
?
"
"
It
was
last
night
,
sir
,
somewhere
about
twelve
.
"
"
Ah
,
then
,
we
'll
step
over
afterwards
,
"
said
the
colonel
coolly
settling
down
to
his
breakfast
again
.
"
It
's
a
baddish
business
,
"
he
added
when
the
butler
had
gone
;
"
he
's
our
leading
man
about
here
,
is
old
Cunningham
,
and
a
very
decent
fellow
too
.
He
'll
be
cut
up
over
this
,
for
the
man
has
been
in
his
service
for
years
and
was
a
good
servant
.
It
's
evidently
the
same
villains
who
broke
into
Acton
's
.
"
"
And
stole
that
very
singular
collection
,
"
said
Holmes
thoughtfully
.
"
Precisely
.
"
"
Hum
!
It
may
prove
the
simplest
matter
in
the
world
,
but
all
the
same
at
first
glance
this
is
just
a
little
curious
,
is
it
not
?
A
gang
of
burglars
acting
in
the
country
might
be
expected
to
vary
the
scene
of
their
operations
,
and
not
to
crack
two
cribs
in
the
same
district
within
a
few
days
.
When
you
spoke
last
night
of
taking
precautions
I
remember
that
it
passed
through
my
mind
that
this
was
probably
the
last
parish
in
England
to
which
the
thief
or
thieves
would
be
likely
to
turn
their
attention
--
which
shows
that
I
have
still
much
to
learn
.
"
