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"
I
have
a
window
open
,
"
said
he
.
"
It
is
a
mercy
that
you
are
on
the
side
of
the
force
,
and
not
against
it
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
"
remarked
the
inspector
as
he
noted
the
clever
way
in
which
my
friend
had
forced
back
the
catch
.
"
Well
,
I
think
that
under
the
circumstances
we
may
enter
without
an
invitation
.
"
One
after
the
other
we
made
our
way
into
a
large
apartment
,
which
was
evidently
that
in
which
Mr.
Melas
had
found
himself
.
The
inspector
had
lit
his
lantern
,
and
by
its
light
we
could
see
the
two
doors
,
the
curtain
,
the
lamp
,
and
the
suit
of
Japanese
mail
as
he
had
described
them
.
On
the
table
lay
two
glasses
,
an
empty
brandy-bottle
,
and
the
remains
of
a
meal
.
"
What
is
that
?
"
asked
Holmes
suddenly
.
We
all
stood
still
and
listened
.
A
low
moaning
sound
was
coming
from
somewhere
over
our
heads
.
Holmes
rushed
to
the
door
and
out
into
the
hall
.
The
dismal
noise
came
from
upstairs
.
He
dashed
up
,
the
inspector
and
I
at
his
heels
,
while
his
brother
Mycroft
followed
as
quickly
as
his
great
bulk
would
permit
.
Three
doors
faced
us
upon
the
second
floor
,
and
it
was
from
the
central
of
these
that
the
sinister
sounds
were
issuing
,
sinking
sometimes
into
a
dull
mumble
and
rising
again
into
a
shrill
whine
.
It
was
locked
,
but
the
key
had
been
left
on
the
outside
.
Holmes
flung
open
the
door
and
rushed
in
,
but
he
was
out
again
in
an
instant
,
with
his
hand
to
his
throat
.
"
It
's
charcoal
,
"
he
cried
.
"
Give
it
time
.
It
will
clear
.
"
Peering
in
,
we
could
see
that
the
only
light
in
the
room
came
from
a
dull
blue
flame
which
flickered
from
a
small
brass
tripod
in
the
centre
.
It
threw
a
livid
unnatural
circle
upon
the
floor
,
while
in
the
shadows
beyond
we
saw
the
vague
loom
of
two
figures
which
crouched
against
the
wall
.
From
the
open
door
there
reeked
a
horrible
poisonous
exhalation
which
set
us
gasping
and
coughing
.
Holmes
rushed
to
the
top
of
the
stairs
to
draw
in
the
fresh
air
,
and
then
,
dashing
into
the
room
,
he
threw
up
the
window
and
hurled
the
brazen
tripod
out
into
the
garden
.
"
We
can
enter
in
a
minute
,
"
he
gasped
,
darting
out
again
.
"
Where
is
a
candle
?
I
doubt
if
we
could
strike
a
match
in
that
atmosphere
.
Hold
the
light
at
the
door
and
we
shall
get
them
out
,
Mycroft
,
now
!
"
