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"
Yes
.
"
It
was
in
vain
that
I
asked
Holmes
to
remain
for
the
evening
.
It
was
evident
to
me
that
he
thought
he
might
bring
trouble
to
the
roof
he
was
under
,
and
that
that
was
the
motive
which
impelled
him
to
go
.
With
a
few
hurried
words
as
to
our
plans
for
the
morrow
he
rose
and
came
out
with
me
into
the
garden
,
clambering
over
the
wall
which
leads
into
Mortimer
Street
,
and
immediately
whistling
for
a
hansom
,
in
which
I
heard
him
drive
away
.
In
the
morning
I
obeyed
Holmes
's
injunctions
to
the
letter
.
A
hansom
was
procured
with
such
precautions
as
would
prevent
its
being
one
which
was
placed
ready
for
us
,
and
I
drove
immediately
after
breakfast
to
the
Lowther
Arcade
,
through
which
I
hurried
at
the
top
of
my
speed
.
A
brougham
was
waiting
with
a
very
massive
driver
wrapped
in
a
dark
cloak
,
who
,
the
instant
that
I
had
stepped
in
,
whipped
up
the
horse
and
rattled
off
to
Victoria
Station
.
On
my
alighting
there
he
turned
the
carriage
,
and
dashed
away
again
without
so
much
as
a
look
in
my
direction
.
So
far
all
had
gone
admirably
.
My
luggage
was
waiting
for
me
,
and
I
had
no
difficulty
in
finding
the
carriage
which
Holmes
had
indicated
,
the
less
so
as
it
was
the
only
one
in
the
train
which
was
marked
"
Engaged
.
"
My
only
source
of
anxiety
now
was
the
non-appearance
of
Holmes
.
The
station
clock
marked
only
seven
minutes
from
the
time
when
we
were
due
to
start
.
In
vain
I
searched
among
the
groups
of
travellers
and
leave-takers
for
the
lithe
figure
of
my
friend
.
There
was
no
sign
of
him
.
I
spent
a
few
minutes
in
assisting
a
venerable
Italian
priest
,
who
was
endeavouring
to
make
a
porter
understand
,
in
his
broken
English
,
that
his
luggage
was
to
be
booked
through
to
Paris
.
Then
,
having
taken
another
look
round
,
I
returned
to
my
carriage
,
where
I
found
that
the
porter
,
in
spite
of
the
ticket
,
had
given
me
my
decrepit
Italian
friend
as
a
travelling
companion
.
It
was
useless
for
me
to
explain
to
him
that
his
presence
was
an
intrusion
,
for
my
Italian
was
even
more
limited
than
his
English
,
so
I
shrugged
my
shoulders
resignedly
,
and
continued
to
look
out
anxiously
for
my
friend
.
A
chill
of
fear
had
come
over
me
,
as
I
thought
that
his
absence
might
mean
that
some
blow
had
fallen
during
the
night
.
Already
the
doors
had
all
been
shut
and
the
whistle
blown
,
when
--
"
My
dear
Watson
,
"
said
a
voice
,
"
you
have
not
even
condescended
to
say
good-morning
.
"
I
turned
in
uncontrollable
astonishment
.
The
aged
ecclesiastic
had
turned
his
face
towards
me
.
For
an
instant
the
wrinkles
were
smoothed
away
,
the
nose
drew
away
from
the
chin
,
the
lower
lip
ceased
to
protrude
and
the
mouth
to
mumble
,
the
dull
eyes
regained
their
fire
,
the
drooping
figure
expanded
.
The
next
the
whole
frame
collapsed
again
,
and
Holmes
had
gone
as
quickly
as
he
had
come
.
"
Good
heavens
!
"
I
cried
,
"
how
you
startled
me
!
"
"
Every
precaution
is
still
necessary
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
I
have
reason
to
think
that
they
are
hot
upon
our
trail
.
Ah
,
there
is
Moriarty
himself
.
"
