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"
Wait
here
an
instant
,
"
said
young
Alec
Cunningham
.
"
The
fellow
is
off
his
head
,
in
my
opinion
.
Come
with
me
,
father
,
and
see
where
he
has
got
to
!
"
They
rushed
out
of
the
room
,
leaving
the
inspector
,
the
colonel
,
and
me
staring
at
each
other
.
"
'
Pon
my
word
,
I
am
inclined
to
agree
with
Master
Alec
,
"
said
the
official
.
"
It
may
be
the
effect
of
this
illness
,
but
it
seems
to
me
that
--
"
His
words
were
cut
short
by
a
sudden
scream
of
"
Help
!
Help
!
Murder
!
"
With
a
thrill
I
recognized
the
voice
as
that
of
my
friend
.
I
rushed
madly
from
the
room
on
to
the
landing
.
The
cries
which
had
sunk
down
into
a
hoarse
,
inarticulate
shouting
,
came
from
the
room
which
we
had
first
visited
.
I
dashed
in
,
and
on
into
the
dressing-room
beyond
.
The
two
Cunninghams
were
bending
over
the
prostrate
figure
of
Sherlock
Holmes
,
the
younger
clutching
his
throat
with
both
hands
,
while
the
elder
seemed
to
be
twisting
one
of
his
wrists
.
In
an
instant
the
three
of
us
had
torn
them
away
from
him
,
and
Holmes
staggered
to
his
feet
,
very
pale
and
evidently
greatly
exhausted
.
"
Arrest
these
men
,
Inspector
,
"
he
gasped
.
"
On
what
charge
?
"
"
That
of
murdering
their
coachman
,
William
Kirwan
.
"
The
inspector
stared
about
him
in
bewilderment
.
"
Oh
,
come
now
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
"
said
he
at
last
,
"
I
'm
sure
you
do
n't
really
mean
to
--
"
"
Tut
,
man
,
look
at
their
faces
!
"
cried
Holmes
curtly
.
