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"
We
went
down
a
winding
stone
stair
,
and
my
companion
,
striking
a
match
,
lit
a
large
lantern
which
stood
on
a
barrel
in
the
corner
.
In
an
instant
it
was
obvious
that
we
had
at
last
come
upon
the
true
place
,
and
that
we
had
not
been
the
only
people
to
visit
the
spot
recently
.
"
It
had
been
used
for
the
storage
of
wood
,
but
the
billets
,
which
had
evidently
been
littered
over
the
floor
,
were
now
piled
at
the
sides
,
so
as
to
leave
a
clear
space
in
the
middle
.
In
this
space
lay
a
large
and
heavy
flagstone
with
a
rusted
iron
ring
in
the
centre
to
which
a
thick
shepherd
's
-
check
muffler
was
attached
.
"
'
By
Jove
!
"
cried
my
client
.
'
That
's
Brunton
's
muffler
.
I
have
seen
it
on
him
and
could
swear
to
it
.
What
has
the
villain
been
doing
here
?
'
"
At
my
suggestion
a
couple
of
the
county
police
were
summoned
to
be
present
,
and
I
then
endeavoured
to
raise
the
stone
by
pulling
on
the
cravat
.
I
could
only
move
it
slightly
,
and
it
was
with
the
aid
of
one
of
the
constables
that
I
succeeded
at
last
in
carrying
it
to
one
side
.
A
black
hole
yawned
beneath
into
which
we
all
peered
,
while
Musgrave
,
kneeling
at
the
side
,
pushed
down
the
lantern
.
"
A
small
chamber
about
seven
feet
deep
and
four
feet
square
lay
open
to
us
.
At
one
side
of
this
was
a
squat
,
brass-bound
wooden
box
,
the
lid
of
which
was
hinged
upward
,
with
this
curious
old-fashioned
key
projecting
from
the
lock
.
It
was
furred
outside
by
a
thick
layer
of
dust
,
and
damp
and
worms
had
eaten
through
the
wood
,
so
that
a
crop
of
livid
fungi
was
growing
on
the
inside
of
it
.
Several
discs
of
metal
,
old
coins
apparently
,
such
as
I
hold
here
,
were
scattered
over
the
bottom
of
the
box
,
but
it
contained
nothing
else
.
"
At
the
moment
,
however
,
we
had
no
thought
for
the
old
chest
,
for
our
eyes
were
riveted
upon
that
which
crouched
beside
it
.
It
was
the
figure
of
a
man
,
clad
in
a
suit
of
black
,
who
squatted
down
upon
his
hams
with
his
forehead
sunk
upon
the
edge
of
the
box
and
his
two
arms
thrown
out
on
each
side
of
it
.
The
attitude
had
drawn
all
the
stagnant
blood
to
the
face
,
and
no
man
could
have
recognized
that
distorted
liver-coloured
countenance
;
but
his
height
,
his
dress
,
and
his
hair
were
all
sufficient
to
show
my
client
,
when
we
had
drawn
the
body
up
,
that
it
was
indeed
his
missing
butler
.
He
had
been
dead
some
days
,
but
there
was
no
wound
or
bruise
upon
his
person
to
show
how
he
had
met
his
dreadful
end
.
When
his
body
had
been
carried
from
the
cellar
we
found
ourselves
still
confronted
with
a
problem
which
was
almost
as
formidable
as
that
with
which
we
had
started
.
"
I
confess
that
so
far
,
Watson
,
I
had
been
disappointed
in
my
investigation
.
I
had
reckoned
upon
solving
the
matter
when
once
I
had
found
the
place
referred
to
in
the
Ritual
;
but
now
I
was
there
,
and
was
apparently
as
far
as
ever
from
knowing
what
it
was
which
the
family
had
concealed
with
such
elaborate
precautions
.
It
is
true
that
I
had
thrown
a
light
upon
the
fate
of
Brunton
,
but
now
I
had
to
ascertain
how
that
fate
had
come
upon
him
,
and
what
part
had
been
played
in
the
matter
by
the
woman
who
had
disappeared
.
I
sat
down
upon
a
keg
in
the
corner
and
thought
the
whole
matter
carefully
over
.
"
You
know
my
methods
in
such
cases
,
Watson
.
I
put
myself
in
the
man
's
place
,
and
,
having
first
gauged
his
intelligence
,
I
try
to
imagine
how
I
should
myself
have
proceeded
under
the
same
circumstances
.
In
this
case
the
matter
was
simplified
by
Brunton
's
intelligence
being
quite
first-rate
,
so
that
it
was
unnecessary
to
make
any
allowance
for
the
personal
equation
,
as
the
astronomers
have
dubbed
it
.
He
knew
that
something
valuable
was
concealed
.
He
had
spotted
the
place
.
He
found
that
the
stone
which
covered
it
was
just
too
heavy
for
a
man
to
move
unaided
.
What
would
he
do
next
?
He
could
not
get
help
from
outside
,
even
if
he
had
someone
whom
he
could
trust
,
without
the
unbarring
of
doors
and
considerable
risk
of
detection
.
It
was
better
,
if
he
could
,
to
have
his
helpmate
inside
the
house
.
But
whom
could
he
ask
?
This
girl
had
been
devoted
to
him
.
A
man
always
finds
it
hard
to
realize
that
he
may
have
finally
lost
a
woman
's
love
,
however
badly
he
may
have
treated
her
.
