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"
Another
five
minutes
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
and
I
should
have
wormed
out
the
whole
story
under
their
very
noses
.
My
very
next
question
might
have
cleared
the
matter
up
,
but
at
that
instant
the
door
opened
and
a
woman
stepped
into
the
room
.
I
could
not
see
her
clearly
enough
to
know
more
than
that
she
was
tall
and
graceful
,
with
black
hair
,
and
clad
in
some
sort
of
loose
white
gown
.
"
'
Harold
,
"
said
she
,
speaking
English
with
a
broken
accent
.
'
I
could
not
stay
away
longer
.
It
is
so
lonely
up
there
with
only
--
Oh
,
my
God
,
it
is
Paul
!
'
"
These
last
words
were
in
Greek
,
and
at
the
same
instant
the
man
with
a
convulsive
effort
tore
the
plaster
from
his
lips
,
and
screaming
out
'
Sophy
!
Sophy
!
"
rushed
into
the
woman
's
arms
.
Their
embrace
was
but
for
an
instant
,
however
,
for
the
younger
man
seized
the
woman
and
pushed
her
out
of
the
room
,
while
the
elder
easily
overpowered
his
emaciated
victim
and
dragged
him
away
through
the
other
door
.
For
a
moment
I
was
left
alone
in
the
room
,
and
I
sprang
to
my
feet
with
some
vague
idea
that
I
might
in
some
way
get
a
clue
to
what
this
house
was
in
which
I
found
myself
.
Fortunately
,
however
,
I
took
no
steps
,
for
looking
up
I
saw
that
the
older
man
was
standing
in
the
doorway
,
with
his
eyes
fixed
upon
me
.
"
'
That
will
do
,
Mr.
Melas
,
"
said
he
.
'
You
perceive
that
we
have
taken
you
into
our
confidence
over
some
very
private
business
.
We
should
not
have
troubled
you
,
only
that
our
friend
who
speaks
Greek
and
who
began
these
negotiations
has
been
forced
to
return
to
the
East
.
It
was
quite
necessary
for
us
to
find
someone
to
take
his
place
,
and
we
were
fortunate
in
hearing
of
your
powers
.
'
"
I
bowed
.
"
'
There
are
five
sovereigns
here
,
"
said
he
,
walking
up
to
me
,
'
which
will
,
I
hope
,
be
a
sufficient
fee
.
But
remember
,
"
he
added
,
tapping
me
lightly
on
the
chest
and
giggling
,
'
if
you
speak
to
a
human
soul
about
this
--
one
human
soul
,
mind
--
well
,
may
God
have
mercy
upon
your
soul
!
'
"
I
can
not
tell
you
the
loathing
and
horror
with
which
this
insignificant-looking
man
inspired
me
.
I
could
see
him
better
now
as
the
lamp-light
shone
upon
him
.
His
features
were
peaky
and
sallow
,
and
his
little
pointed
beard
was
thready
and
illnourished
.
He
pushed
his
face
forward
as
he
spoke
and
his
lips
and
eyelids
were
continually
twitching
like
a
man
with
St.
Vitus
's
dance
.
I
could
not
help
thinking
that
his
strange
,
catchy
little
laugh
was
also
a
symptom
of
some
nervous
malady
.
The
terror
of
his
face
lay
in
his
eyes
,
however
,
steel
gray
,
and
glistening
coldly
with
a
malignant
,
inexorable
cruelty
in
their
depths
.
"
'
We
shall
know
if
you
speak
of
this
,
"
said
he
.
'
We
have
our
own
means
of
information
.
Now
you
will
find
the
carriage
waiting
,
and
my
friend
will
see
you
on
your
way
.
'
