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Then
suddenly
came
a
low
guggling
,
gargling
sound
,
and
a
brisk
drumming
upon
woodwork
.
Holmes
sprang
frantically
across
the
room
and
pushed
at
the
door
.
It
was
fastened
on
the
inner
side
.
Following
his
example
,
we
threw
ourselves
upon
it
with
all
our
weight
.
One
hinge
snapped
,
then
the
other
,
and
down
came
the
door
with
a
crash
.
Rushing
over
it
,
we
found
ourselves
in
the
inner
room
.
It
was
empty
.
But
it
was
only
for
a
moment
that
we
were
at
fault
.
At
one
corner
,
the
corner
nearest
the
room
which
we
had
left
,
there
was
a
second
door
.
Holmes
sprang
to
it
and
pulled
it
open
.
A
coat
and
waistcoat
were
lying
on
the
floor
,
and
from
a
hook
behind
the
door
,
with
his
own
braces
round
his
neck
,
was
hanging
the
managing
director
of
the
Franco-Midland
Hardware
Company
.
His
knees
were
drawn
up
,
his
head
hung
at
a
dreadful
angle
to
his
body
,
and
the
clatter
of
his
heels
against
the
door
made
the
noise
which
had
broken
in
upon
our
conversation
.
In
an
instant
I
had
caught
him
round
the
waist
,
and
held
him
up
while
Holmes
and
Pycroft
untied
the
elastic
bands
which
had
disappeared
between
the
livid
creases
of
skin
.
Then
we
carried
him
into
the
other
room
,
where
he
lay
with
a
clay-coloured
face
,
puffing
his
purple
lips
in
and
out
with
every
breath
--
a
dreadful
wreck
of
all
that
he
had
been
but
five
minutes
before
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
him
,
Watson
?
"
asked
Holmes
.
I
stooped
over
him
and
examined
him
.
His
pulse
was
feeble
and
intermittent
,
but
his
breathing
grew
longer
,
and
there
was
a
little
shivering
of
his
eyelids
,
which
showed
a
thin
white
slit
of
ball
beneath
.
"
It
has
been
touch
and
go
with
him
,
"
said
I
,
"
but
he
'll
live
now
.
Just
open
that
window
,
and
hand
me
the
water
carafe
.
"
I
undid
his
collar
,
poured
the
cold
water
over
his
face
,
and
raised
and
sank
his
arms
until
he
drew
a
long
,
natural
breath
.
"
It
's
only
a
question
of
time
now
,
"
said
I
as
I
turned
away
from
him
.
Holmes
stood
by
the
table
,
with
his
hands
deep
in
his
trousers
"
pockets
and
his
chin
upon
his
breast
.
"
I
suppose
we
ought
to
call
the
police
in
now
,
"
said
he
.
"
And
yet
I
confess
that
I
'd
like
to
give
them
a
complete
case
when
they
come
.
"
"
It
's
a
blessed
mystery
to
me
,
"
cried
Pycroft
,
scratching
his
head
.
"
Whatever
they
wanted
to
bring
me
all
the
way
up
here
for
,
and
then
--
"
"
Pooh
!
All
that
is
clear
enough
,
"
said
Holmes
impatiently
.
"
It
is
this
last
sudden
move
.
"
