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So
far
I
had
not
dared
to
look
out
,
but
now
I
gently
parted
the
division
of
the
curtains
in
front
of
me
and
peeped
through
.
From
the
pressure
of
Holmes
’
s
shoulder
against
mine
,
I
knew
that
he
was
sharing
my
observations
.
Right
in
front
of
us
,
and
almost
within
our
reach
,
was
the
broad
,
rounded
back
of
Milverton
.
It
was
evident
that
we
had
entirely
miscalculated
his
movements
,
that
he
had
never
been
to
his
bedroom
,
but
that
he
had
been
sitting
up
in
some
smoking
or
billiard
room
in
the
farther
wing
of
the
house
,
the
windows
of
which
we
had
not
seen
.
His
broad
,
grizzled
head
,
with
its
shining
patch
of
baldness
,
was
in
the
immediate
foreground
of
our
vision
.
He
was
leaning
far
back
in
the
red
leather
chair
,
his
legs
outstretched
,
a
long
,
black
cigar
projecting
at
an
angle
from
his
mouth
.
He
wore
a
semi
-
military
smoking
jacket
,
claret
-
coloured
,
with
a
black
velvet
collar
.
In
his
hand
he
held
a
long
,
legal
document
which
he
was
reading
in
an
indolent
fashion
,
blowing
rings
of
tobacco
smoke
from
his
lips
as
he
did
so
.
There
was
no
promise
of
a
speedy
departure
in
his
composed
bearing
and
his
comfortable
attitude
.
I
felt
Holmes
’
s
hand
steal
into
mine
and
give
me
a
reassuring
shake
,
as
if
to
say
that
the
situation
was
within
his
powers
,
and
that
he
was
easy
in
his
mind
.
I
was
not
sure
whether
he
had
seen
what
was
only
too
obvious
from
my
position
,
that
the
door
of
the
safe
was
imperfectly
closed
,
and
that
Milverton
might
at
any
moment
observe
it
.
In
my
own
mind
I
had
determined
that
if
I
were
sure
,
from
the
rigidity
of
his
gaze
,
that
it
had
caught
his
eye
,
I
would
at
once
spring
out
,
throw
my
great
coat
over
his
head
,
pinion
him
,
and
leave
the
rest
to
Holmes
.
But
Milverton
never
looked
up
.
He
was
languidly
interested
by
the
papers
in
his
hand
,
and
page
after
page
was
turned
as
he
followed
the
argument
of
the
lawyer
.
At
least
,
I
thought
,
when
he
has
finished
the
document
and
the
cigar
he
will
go
to
his
room
,
but
before
he
had
reached
the
end
of
either
,
there
came
a
remarkable
development
,
which
turned
our
thoughts
into
quite
another
channel
.
Several
times
I
had
observed
that
Milverton
looked
at
his
watch
,
and
once
he
had
risen
and
sat
down
again
,
with
a
gesture
of
impatience
.
The
idea
,
however
,
that
he
might
have
an
appointment
at
so
strange
an
hour
never
occurred
to
me
until
a
faint
sound
reached
my
ears
from
the
veranda
outside
.
Milverton
dropped
his
papers
and
sat
rigid
in
his
chair
.
The
sound
was
repeated
,
and
then
there
came
a
gentle
tap
at
the
door
.
Milverton
rose
and
opened
it
.
“
Well
,
”
said
he
,
curtly
,
“
you
are
nearly
half
an
hour
late
.
”
So
this
was
the
explanation
of
the
unlocked
door
and
of
the
nocturnal
vigil
of
Milverton
.
There
was
the
gentle
rustle
of
a
woman
’
s
dress
.
I
had
closed
the
slit
between
the
curtains
as
Milverton
’
s
face
had
turned
in
our
direction
,
but
now
I
ventured
very
carefully
to
open
it
once
more
.
He
had
resumed
his
seat
,
the
cigar
still
projecting
at
an
insolent
angle
from
the
corner
of
his
mouth
.
In
front
of
him
,
in
the
full
glare
of
the
electric
light
,
there
stood
a
tall
,
slim
,
dark
woman
,
a
veil
over
her
face
,
a
mantle
drawn
round
her
chin
.
Her
breath
came
quick
and
fast
,
and
every
inch
of
the
lithe
figure
was
quivering
with
strong
emotion
.
“
Well
,
”
said
Milverton
,
“
you
made
me
lose
a
good
night
’
s
rest
,
my
dear
.
I
hope
you
’
ll
prove
worth
it
.
You
couldn
’
t
come
any
other
time
—
eh
?
”
The
woman
shook
her
head
.
“
Well
,
if
you
couldn
’
t
you
couldn
’
t
.
