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We
were
conscious
of
a
long
scrutiny
out
of
the
darkness
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
it
's
all
right
,
"
said
the
voice
at
last
.
"
You
can
come
up
,
and
I
am
sorry
if
my
precautions
have
annoyed
you
.
"
He
relit
the
stair
gas
as
he
spoke
,
and
we
saw
before
us
a
singular-looking
man
,
whose
appearance
,
as
well
as
his
voice
,
testified
to
his
jangled
nerves
.
He
was
very
fat
,
but
had
apparently
at
some
time
been
much
fatter
,
so
that
the
skin
hung
about
his
face
in
loose
pouches
,
like
the
cheeks
of
a
bloodhound
.
He
was
of
a
sickly
colour
,
and
his
thin
,
sandy
hair
seemed
to
bristle
up
with
the
intensity
of
his
emotion
.
In
his
hand
he
held
a
pistol
,
but
he
thrust
it
into
his
pocket
as
we
advanced
.
"
Good-evening
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
am
sure
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
for
coming
round
.
No
one
ever
needed
your
advice
more
than
I
do
.
I
suppose
that
Dr.
Trevelyan
has
told
you
of
this
most
unwarrantable
intrusion
into
my
rooms
.
"
"
Quite
so
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
Who
are
these
two
men
,
Mr.
Blessington
,
and
why
do
they
wish
to
molest
you
?
"
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
the
resident
patient
in
a
nervous
fashion
,
"
of
course
it
is
hard
to
say
that
.
You
can
hardly
expect
me
to
answer
that
,
Mr.
Holmes
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
that
you
do
n't
know
?
"
"
Come
in
here
,
if
you
please
.
Just
have
the
kindness
to
step
in
here
.
"
He
led
the
way
into
his
bedroom
,
which
was
large
and
comfortably
furnished
.
