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“
Have
you
taken
anything
off
this
shelf
,
Hopkins
?
”
“
No
,
I
have
moved
nothing
.
”
“
Something
has
been
taken
.
There
is
less
dust
in
this
corner
of
the
shelf
than
elsewhere
.
It
may
have
been
a
book
lying
on
its
side
.
It
may
have
been
a
box
.
Well
,
well
,
I
can
do
nothing
more
.
Let
us
walk
in
these
beautiful
woods
,
Watson
,
and
give
a
few
hours
to
the
birds
and
the
flowers
.
We
shall
meet
you
here
later
,
Hopkins
,
and
see
if
we
can
come
to
closer
quarters
with
the
gentleman
who
has
paid
this
visit
in
the
night
.
”
It
was
past
eleven
o
’
clock
when
we
formed
our
little
ambuscade
.
Hopkins
was
for
leaving
the
door
of
the
hut
open
,
but
Holmes
was
of
the
opinion
that
this
would
rouse
the
suspicions
of
the
stranger
.
The
lock
was
a
perfectly
simple
one
,
and
only
a
strong
blade
was
needed
to
push
it
back
.
Holmes
also
suggested
that
we
should
wait
,
not
inside
the
hut
,
but
outside
it
,
among
the
bushes
which
grew
round
the
farther
window
.
In
this
way
we
should
be
able
to
watch
our
man
if
he
struck
a
light
,
and
see
what
his
object
was
in
this
stealthy
nocturnal
visit
.
It
was
a
long
and
melancholy
vigil
,
and
yet
brought
with
it
something
of
the
thrill
which
the
hunter
feels
when
he
lies
beside
the
water
-
pool
,
and
waits
for
the
coming
of
the
thirsty
beast
of
prey
.
What
savage
creature
was
it
which
might
steal
upon
us
out
of
the
darkness
?
Was
it
a
fierce
tiger
of
crime
,
which
could
only
be
taken
fighting
hard
with
flashing
fang
and
claw
,
or
would
it
prove
to
be
some
skulking
jackal
,
dangerous
only
to
the
weak
and
unguarded
?
In
absolute
silence
we
crouched
amongst
the
bushes
,
waiting
for
whatever
might
come
.
At
first
the
steps
of
a
few
belated
villagers
,
or
the
sound
of
voices
from
the
village
,
lightened
our
vigil
,
but
one
by
one
these
interruptions
died
away
,
and
an
absolute
stillness
fell
upon
us
,
save
for
the
chimes
of
the
distant
church
,
which
told
us
of
the
progress
of
the
night
,
and
for
the
rustle
and
whisper
of
a
fine
rain
falling
amid
the
foliage
which
roofed
us
in
.
Half
-
past
two
had
chimed
,
and
it
was
the
darkest
hour
which
precedes
the
dawn
,
when
we
all
started
as
a
low
but
sharp
click
came
from
the
direction
of
the
gate
.
Someone
had
entered
the
drive
.
Again
there
was
a
long
silence
,
and
I
had
begun
to
fear
that
it
was
a
false
alarm
,
when
a
stealthy
step
was
heard
upon
the
other
side
of
the
hut
,
and
a
moment
later
a
metallic
scraping
and
clinking
.
The
man
was
trying
to
force
the
lock
.
This
time
his
skill
was
greater
or
his
tool
was
better
,
for
there
was
a
sudden
snap
and
the
creak
of
the
hinges
.
Then
a
match
was
struck
,
and
next
instant
the
steady
light
from
a
candle
filled
the
interior
of
the
hut
.
Through
the
gauze
curtain
our
eyes
were
all
riveted
upon
the
scene
within
.
The
nocturnal
visitor
was
a
young
man
,
frail
and
thin
,
with
a
black
moustache
,
which
intensified
the
deadly
pallor
of
his
face
.
He
could
not
have
been
much
above
twenty
years
of
age
.
I
have
never
seen
any
human
being
who
appeared
to
be
in
such
a
pitiable
fright
,
for
his
teeth
were
visibly
chattering
,
and
he
was
shaking
in
every
limb
.
He
was
dressed
like
a
gentleman
,
in
Norfolk
jacket
and
knickerbockers
,
with
a
cloth
cap
upon
his
head
.
We
watched
him
staring
round
with
frightened
eyes
.
Then
he
laid
the
candle
-
end
upon
the
table
and
disappeared
from
our
view
into
one
of
the
corners
.
He
returned
with
a
large
book
,
one
of
the
logbooks
which
formed
a
line
upon
the
shelves
.
Leaning
on
the
table
,
he
rapidly
turned
over
the
leaves
of
this
volume
until
he
came
to
the
entry
which
he
sought
.
Then
,
with
an
angry
gesture
of
his
clenched
hand
,
he
closed
the
book
,
replaced
it
in
the
corner
,
and
put
out
the
light
.
He
had
hardly
turned
to
leave
the
hut
when
Hopkin
’
s
hand
was
on
the
fellow
’
s
collar
,
and
I
heard
his
loud
gasp
of
terror
as
he
understood
that
he
was
taken
.
The
candle
was
relit
,
and
there
was
our
wretched
captive
,
shivering
and
cowering
in
the
grasp
of
the
detective
.
He
sank
down
upon
the
sea
-
chest
,
and
looked
helplessly
from
one
of
us
to
the
other
.
