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"
We
have
more
to
tell
you
than
you
have
for
us
,
"
said
Phelps
,
reseating
himself
upon
the
couch
.
"
I
hoped
you
might
have
something
.
"
"
Yes
,
we
have
had
an
adventure
during
the
night
,
and
one
which
might
have
proved
to
be
a
serious
one
.
"
His
expression
grew
very
grave
as
he
spoke
,
and
a
look
of
something
akin
to
fear
sprang
up
in
his
eyes
.
"
Do
you
know
,
"
said
he
,
"
that
I
begin
to
believe
that
I
am
the
unconscious
centre
of
some
monstrous
conspiracy
,
and
that
my
life
is
aimed
at
as
well
as
my
honour
?
"
"
Ah
!
"
cried
Holmes
.
"
It
sounds
incredible
,
for
I
have
not
,
as
far
as
I
know
,
an
enemy
in
the
world
.
Yet
from
last
night
's
experience
I
can
come
to
no
other
conclusion
.
"
"
Pray
let
me
hear
it
.
"
"
You
must
know
that
last
night
was
the
very
first
night
that
I
have
ever
slept
without
a
nurse
in
the
room
.
I
was
so
much
better
that
I
thought
I
could
dispense
with
one
.
I
had
a
night-light
burning
,
however
.
Well
,
about
two
in
the
morning
I
had
sunk
into
a
light
sleep
when
I
was
suddenly
aroused
by
a
slight
noise
.
It
was
like
the
sound
which
a
mouse
makes
when
it
is
gnawing
a
plank
,
and
I
lay
listening
to
it
for
some
time
under
the
impression
that
it
must
come
from
that
cause
.
Then
it
grew
louder
,
and
suddenly
there
came
from
the
window
a
sharp
metallic
snick
.
I
sat
up
in
amazement
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
what
the
sounds
were
now
.
The
first
ones
had
been
caused
by
someone
forcing
an
instrument
through
the
slit
between
the
sashes
and
the
second
by
the
catch
being
pressed
back
.
"
There
was
a
pause
then
for
about
ten
minutes
,
as
if
the
person
were
waiting
to
see
whether
the
noise
had
awakened
me
.
Then
I
heard
a
gentle
creaking
as
the
window
was
very
slowly
opened
.
I
could
stand
it
no
longer
,
for
my
nerves
are
not
what
they
used
to
be
.
I
sprang
out
of
bed
and
flung
open
the
shutters
.
A
man
was
crouching
at
the
window
.
I
could
see
little
of
him
,
for
he
was
gone
like
a
flash
.
He
was
wrapped
in
some
sort
of
cloak
which
came
across
the
lower
part
of
his
face
.
One
thing
only
I
am
sure
of
,
and
that
is
that
he
had
some
weapon
in
his
hand
.
It
looked
to
me
like
a
long
knife
.
I
distinctly
saw
the
gleam
of
it
as
he
turned
to
run
.
"
