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The
place
was
locked
,
but
Holmes
removed
a
circle
of
glass
and
turned
the
key
from
the
inside
.
An
instant
afterwards
he
had
closed
the
door
behind
us
,
and
we
had
become
felons
in
the
eyes
of
the
law
.
The
thick
,
warm
air
of
the
conservatory
and
the
rich
,
choking
fragrance
of
exotic
plants
took
us
by
the
throat
.
He
seized
my
hand
in
the
darkness
and
led
me
swiftly
past
banks
of
shrubs
which
brushed
against
our
faces
.
Holmes
had
remarkable
powers
,
carefully
cultivated
,
of
seeing
in
the
dark
.
Still
holding
my
hand
in
one
of
his
,
he
opened
a
door
,
and
I
was
vaguely
conscious
that
we
had
entered
a
large
room
in
which
a
cigar
had
been
smoked
not
long
before
.
He
felt
his
way
among
the
furniture
,
opened
another
door
,
and
closed
it
behind
us
.
Putting
out
my
hand
I
felt
several
coats
hanging
from
the
wall
,
and
I
understood
that
I
was
in
a
passage
.
We
passed
along
it
and
Holmes
very
gently
opened
a
door
upon
the
right
-
hand
side
.
Something
rushed
out
at
us
and
my
heart
sprang
into
my
mouth
,
but
I
could
have
laughed
when
I
realized
that
it
was
the
cat
.
A
fire
was
burning
in
this
new
room
,
and
again
the
air
was
heavy
with
tobacco
smoke
.
Holmes
entered
on
tiptoe
,
waited
for
me
to
follow
,
and
then
very
gently
closed
the
door
.
We
were
in
Milverton
’
s
study
,
and
a
portière
at
the
farther
side
showed
the
entrance
to
his
bedroom
.
It
was
a
good
fire
,
and
the
room
was
illuminated
by
it
.
Near
the
door
I
saw
the
gleam
of
an
electric
switch
,
but
it
was
unnecessary
,
even
if
it
had
been
safe
,
to
turn
it
on
.
At
one
side
of
the
fireplace
was
a
heavy
curtain
which
covered
the
bay
window
we
had
seen
from
outside
.
On
the
other
side
was
the
door
which
communicated
with
the
veranda
.
A
desk
stood
in
the
centre
,
with
a
turning
-
chair
of
shining
red
leather
.
Opposite
was
a
large
bookcase
,
with
a
marble
bust
of
Athene
on
the
top
.
In
the
corner
,
between
the
bookcase
and
the
wall
,
there
stood
a
tall
,
green
safe
,
the
firelight
flashing
back
from
the
polished
brass
knobs
upon
its
face
.
Holmes
stole
across
and
looked
at
it
.
Then
he
crept
to
the
door
of
the
bedroom
,
and
stood
with
slanting
head
listening
intently
.
No
sound
came
from
within
.
Meanwhile
it
had
struck
me
that
it
would
be
wise
to
secure
our
retreat
through
the
outer
door
,
so
I
examined
it
.
To
my
amazement
,
it
was
neither
locked
nor
bolted
.
I
touched
Holmes
on
the
arm
,
and
he
turned
his
masked
face
in
that
direction
.
I
saw
him
start
,
and
he
was
evidently
as
surprised
as
I
.
“
I
don
’
t
like
it
,
”
he
whispered
,
putting
his
lips
to
my
very
ear
.
“
I
can
’
t
quite
make
it
out
.
Anyhow
,
we
have
no
time
to
lose
.
”
“
Can
I
do
anything
?
”
“
Yes
,
stand
by
the
door
.
If
you
hear
anyone
come
,
bolt
it
on
the
inside
,
and
we
can
get
away
as
we
came
.
If
they
come
the
other
way
,
we
can
get
through
the
door
if
our
job
is
done
,
or
hide
behind
these
window
curtains
if
it
is
not
.
Do
you
understand
?
”
I
nodded
,
and
stood
by
the
door
.
My
first
feeling
of
fear
had
passed
away
,
and
I
thrilled
now
with
a
keener
zest
than
I
had
ever
enjoyed
when
we
were
the
defenders
of
the
law
instead
of
its
defiers
.
The
high
object
of
our
mission
,
the
consciousness
that
it
was
unselfish
and
chivalrous
,
the
villainous
character
of
our
opponent
,
all
added
to
the
sporting
interest
of
the
adventure
.
Far
from
feeling
guilty
,
I
rejoiced
and
exulted
in
our
dangers
.
With
a
glow
of
admiration
I
watched
Holmes
unrolling
his
case
of
instruments
and
choosing
his
tool
with
the
calm
,
scientific
accuracy
of
a
surgeon
who
performs
a
delicate
operation
.
I
knew
that
the
opening
of
safes
was
a
particular
hobby
with
him
,
and
I
understood
the
joy
which
it
gave
him
to
be
confronted
with
this
green
and
gold
monster
,
the
dragon
which
held
in
its
maw
the
reputations
of
many
fair
ladies
.
Turning
up
the
cuffs
of
his
dress
-
coat
—
he
had
placed
his
overcoat
on
a
chair
—
Holmes
laid
out
two
drills
,
a
jemmy
,
and
several
skeleton
keys
.
I
stood
at
the
centre
door
with
my
eyes
glancing
at
each
of
the
others
,
ready
for
any
emergency
,
though
,
indeed
,
my
plans
were
somewhat
vague
as
to
what
I
should
do
if
we
were
interrupted
.
For
half
an
hour
,
Holmes
worked
with
concentrated
energy
,
laying
down
one
tool
,
picking
up
another
,
handling
each
with
the
strength
and
delicacy
of
the
trained
mechanic
.
Finally
I
heard
a
click
,
the
broad
green
door
swung
open
,
and
inside
I
had
a
glimpse
of
a
number
of
paper
packets
,
each
tied
,
sealed
,
and
inscribed
.
Holmes
picked
one
out
,
but
it
was
as
hard
to
read
by
the
flickering
fire
,
and
he
drew
out
his
little
dark
lantern
,
for
it
was
too
dangerous
,
with
Milverton
in
the
next
room
,
to
switch
on
the
electric
light
.
Suddenly
I
saw
him
halt
,
listen
intently
,
and
then
in
an
instant
he
had
swung
the
door
of
the
safe
to
,
picked
up
his
coat
,
stuffed
his
tools
into
the
pockets
,
and
darted
behind
the
window
curtain
,
motioning
me
to
do
the
same
.
It
was
only
when
I
had
joined
him
there
that
I
heard
what
had
alarmed
his
quicker
senses
.
There
was
a
noise
somewhere
within
the
house
.
A
door
slammed
in
the
distance
.
Then
a
confused
,
dull
murmur
broke
itself
into
the
measured
thud
of
heavy
footsteps
rapidly
approaching
.
They
were
in
the
passage
outside
the
room
.
They
paused
at
the
door
.
The
door
opened
.
There
was
a
sharp
snick
as
the
electric
light
was
turned
on
.
The
door
closed
once
more
,
and
the
pungent
reek
of
a
strong
cigar
was
borne
to
our
nostrils
.
Then
the
footsteps
continued
backward
and
forward
,
backward
and
forward
,
within
a
few
yards
of
us
.
Finally
there
was
a
creak
from
a
chair
,
and
the
footsteps
ceased
.
Then
a
key
clicked
in
a
lock
,
and
I
heard
the
rustle
of
papers
.
