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“
There
you
make
a
mistake
,
Mr
.
Holmes
.
An
exposure
would
profit
me
indirectly
to
a
considerable
extent
.
I
have
eight
or
ten
similar
cases
maturing
.
If
it
was
circulated
among
them
that
I
had
made
a
severe
example
of
the
Lady
Eva
,
I
should
find
all
of
them
much
more
open
to
reason
.
You
see
my
point
?
”
Holmes
sprang
from
his
chair
.
“
Get
behind
him
,
Watson
!
Don
’
t
let
him
out
!
Now
,
sir
,
let
us
see
the
contents
of
that
notebook
.
”
Milverton
had
glided
as
quick
as
a
rat
to
the
side
of
the
room
and
stood
with
his
back
against
the
wall
.
“
Mr
.
Holmes
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
”
he
said
,
turning
the
front
of
his
coat
and
exhibiting
the
butt
of
a
large
revolver
,
which
projected
from
the
inside
pocket
.
“
I
have
been
expecting
you
to
do
something
original
.
This
has
been
done
so
often
,
and
what
good
has
ever
come
from
it
?
I
assure
you
that
I
am
armed
to
the
teeth
,
and
I
am
perfectly
prepared
to
use
my
weapons
,
knowing
that
the
law
will
support
me
.
Besides
,
your
supposition
that
I
would
bring
the
letters
here
in
a
notebook
is
entirely
mistaken
.
I
would
do
nothing
so
foolish
.
And
now
,
gentlemen
,
I
have
one
or
two
little
interviews
this
evening
,
and
it
is
a
long
drive
to
Hampstead
.
”
He
stepped
forward
,
took
up
his
coat
,
laid
his
hand
on
his
revolver
,
and
turned
to
the
door
.
I
picked
up
a
chair
,
but
Holmes
shook
his
head
,
and
I
laid
it
down
again
.
With
bow
,
a
smile
,
and
a
twinkle
,
Milverton
was
out
of
the
room
,
and
a
few
moments
after
we
heard
the
slam
of
the
carriage
door
and
the
rattle
of
the
wheels
as
he
drove
away
.
Holmes
sat
motionless
by
the
fire
,
his
hands
buried
deep
in
his
trouser
pockets
,
his
chin
sunk
upon
his
breast
,
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
glowing
embers
.
For
half
an
hour
he
was
silent
and
still
.
Then
,
with
the
gesture
of
a
man
who
has
taken
his
decision
,
he
sprang
to
his
feet
and
passed
into
his
bedroom
.
A
little
later
a
rakish
young
workman
,
with
a
goatee
beard
and
a
swagger
,
lit
his
clay
pipe
at
the
lamp
before
descending
into
the
street
.
“
I
’
ll
be
back
some
time
,
Watson
,
”
said
he
,
and
vanished
into
the
night
.
I
understood
that
he
had
opened
his
campaign
against
Charles
Augustus
Milverton
,
but
I
little
dreamed
the
strange
shape
which
that
campaign
was
destined
to
take
.
For
some
days
Holmes
came
and
went
at
all
hours
in
this
attire
,
but
beyond
a
remark
that
his
time
was
spent
at
Hampstead
,
and
that
it
was
not
wasted
,
I
knew
nothing
of
what
he
was
doing
.
At
last
,
however
,
on
a
wild
,
tempestuous
evening
,
when
the
wind
screamed
and
rattled
against
the
windows
,
he
returned
from
his
last
expedition
,
and
having
removed
his
disguise
he
sat
before
the
fire
and
laughed
heartily
in
his
silent
inward
fashion
.
“
You
would
not
call
me
a
marrying
man
,
Watson
?
”
“
No
,
indeed
!
”
