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“
Thank
you
,
sir
.
That
will
,
indeed
,
be
a
weight
off
my
mind
.
”
Holmes
shook
his
finger
at
the
inspector
.
“
It
would
have
been
an
easier
task
a
week
ago
,
”
said
he
.
“
But
even
now
my
visit
may
not
be
entirely
fruitless
.
Watson
,
if
you
can
spare
the
time
,
I
should
be
very
glad
of
your
company
.
If
you
will
call
a
four
-
wheeler
,
Hopkins
,
we
shall
be
ready
to
start
for
Forest
Row
in
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
”
Alighting
at
the
small
wayside
station
,
we
drove
for
some
miles
through
the
remains
of
widespread
woods
,
which
were
once
part
of
that
great
forest
which
for
so
long
held
the
Saxon
invaders
at
bay
—
the
impenetrable
“
weald
,
”
for
sixty
years
the
bulwark
of
Britain
.
Vast
sections
of
it
have
been
cleared
,
for
this
is
the
seat
of
the
first
iron
-
works
of
the
country
,
and
the
trees
have
been
felled
to
smelt
the
ore
.
Now
the
richer
fields
of
the
North
have
absorbed
the
trade
,
and
nothing
save
these
ravaged
groves
and
great
scars
in
the
earth
show
the
work
of
the
past
.
Here
,
in
a
clearing
upon
the
green
slope
of
a
hill
,
stood
a
long
,
low
,
stone
house
,
approached
by
a
curving
drive
running
through
the
fields
.
Nearer
the
road
,
and
surrounded
on
three
sides
by
bushes
,
was
a
small
outhouse
,
one
window
and
the
door
facing
in
our
direction
.
It
was
the
scene
of
the
murder
.
Stanley
Hopkins
led
us
first
to
the
house
,
where
he
introduced
us
to
a
haggard
,
grey
-
haired
woman
,
the
widow
of
the
murdered
man
,
whose
gaunt
and
deep
-
lined
face
,
with
the
furtive
look
of
terror
in
the
depths
of
her
red
-
rimmed
eyes
,
told
of
the
years
of
hardship
and
ill
-
usage
which
she
had
endured
.
With
her
was
her
daughter
,
a
pale
,
fair
-
haired
girl
,
whose
eyes
blazed
defiantly
at
us
as
she
told
us
that
she
was
glad
that
her
father
was
dead
,
and
that
she
blessed
the
hand
which
had
struck
him
down
.
It
was
a
terrible
household
that
Black
Peter
Carey
had
made
for
himself
,
and
it
was
with
a
sense
of
relief
that
we
found
ourselves
in
the
sunlight
again
and
making
our
way
along
a
path
which
had
been
worn
across
the
fields
by
the
feet
of
the
dead
man
.
The
outhouse
was
the
simplest
of
dwellings
,
wooden
-
walled
,
shingle
-
roofed
,
one
window
beside
the
door
and
one
on
the
farther
side
.
Stanley
Hopkins
drew
the
key
from
his
pocket
and
had
stooped
to
the
lock
,
when
he
paused
with
a
look
of
attention
and
surprise
upon
his
face
.
“
Someone
has
been
tampering
with
it
,
”
he
said
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
of
the
fact
.
The
woodwork
was
cut
,
and
the
scratches
showed
white
through
the
paint
,
as
if
they
had
been
that
instant
done
.
Holmes
had
been
examining
the
window
.
“
Someone
has
tried
to
force
this
also
.
Whoever
it
was
has
failed
to
make
his
way
in
.
He
must
have
been
a
very
poor
burglar
.
