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Our
hope
was
that
,
by
taking
train
,
we
might
get
to
Beckenham
as
soon
as
or
sooner
than
the
carriage
.
On
reaching
Scotland
Yard
,
however
,
it
was
more
than
an
hour
before
we
could
get
Inspector
Gregson
and
comply
with
the
legal
formalities
which
would
enable
us
to
enter
the
house
.
It
was
a
quarter
to
ten
before
we
reached
London
Bridge
,
and
half
past
before
the
four
of
us
alighted
on
the
Beckenham
platform
.
A
drive
of
half
a
mile
brought
us
to
The
Myrtles
--
a
large
,
dark
house
standing
back
from
the
road
in
its
own
grounds
.
Here
we
dismissed
our
cab
and
made
our
way
up
the
drive
together
.
"
The
windows
are
all
dark
,
"
remarked
the
inspector
.
"
The
house
seems
deserted
.
"
"
Our
birds
are
flown
and
the
nest
empty
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
Why
do
you
say
so
?
"
"
A
carriage
heavily
loaded
with
luggage
has
passed
out
during
the
last
hour
.
"
The
inspector
laughed
.
"
I
saw
the
wheel-tracks
in
the
light
of
the
gate-lamp
,
but
where
does
the
luggage
come
in
?
"
"
You
may
have
observed
the
same
wheel-tracks
going
the
other
way
.
But
the
outward-bound
ones
were
very
much
deeper
--
so
much
so
that
we
can
say
for
a
certainty
that
there
was
a
very
considerable
weight
on
the
carriage
.
"
"
You
get
a
trifle
beyond
me
there
,
"
said
the
inspector
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
.
"
It
will
not
be
an
easy
door
to
force
,
but
we
will
try
if
we
can
not
make
someone
hear
us
.
"
He
hammered
loudly
at
the
knocker
and
pulled
at
the
bell
,
but
without
any
success
.
Holmes
had
slipped
away
,
but
he
came
back
in
a
few
minutes
.
