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It
proved
,
however
,
that
our
vigil
was
not
to
be
so
long
as
Holmes
had
led
us
to
fear
,
and
it
ended
in
a
very
sudden
and
singular
fashion
.
In
an
instant
,
without
the
least
sound
to
warn
us
of
his
coming
,
the
garden
gate
swung
open
,
and
a
lithe
,
dark
figure
,
as
swift
and
active
as
an
ape
,
rushed
up
the
garden
path
.
We
saw
it
whisk
past
the
light
thrown
from
over
the
door
and
disappear
against
the
black
shadow
of
the
house
.
There
was
a
long
pause
,
during
which
we
held
our
breath
,
and
then
a
very
gentle
creaking
sound
came
to
our
ears
.
The
window
was
being
opened
.
The
noise
ceased
,
and
again
there
was
a
long
silence
.
The
fellow
was
making
his
way
into
the
house
.
We
saw
the
sudden
flash
of
a
dark
lantern
inside
the
room
.
What
he
sought
was
evidently
not
there
,
for
again
we
saw
the
flash
through
another
blind
,
and
then
through
another
.
“
Let
us
get
to
the
open
window
.
We
will
nab
him
as
he
climbs
out
,
”
Lestrade
whispered
.
But
before
we
could
move
,
the
man
had
emerged
again
.
As
he
came
out
into
the
glimmering
patch
of
light
,
we
saw
that
he
carried
something
white
under
his
arm
.
He
looked
stealthily
all
round
him
.
The
silence
of
the
deserted
street
reassured
him
.
Turning
his
back
upon
us
he
laid
down
his
burden
,
and
the
next
instant
there
was
the
sound
of
a
sharp
tap
,
followed
by
a
clatter
and
rattle
.
The
man
was
so
intent
upon
what
he
was
doing
that
he
never
heard
our
steps
as
we
stole
across
the
grass
plot
.
With
the
bound
of
a
tiger
Holmes
was
on
his
back
,
and
an
instant
later
Lestrade
and
I
had
him
by
either
wrist
,
and
the
handcuffs
had
been
fastened
.
As
we
turned
him
over
I
saw
a
hideous
,
sallow
face
,
with
writhing
,
furious
features
,
glaring
up
at
us
,
and
I
knew
that
it
was
indeed
the
man
of
the
photograph
whom
we
had
secured
.
But
it
was
not
our
prisoner
to
whom
Holmes
was
giving
his
attention
.
Squatted
on
the
doorstep
,
he
was
engaged
in
most
carefully
examining
that
which
the
man
had
brought
from
the
house
.
It
was
a
bust
of
Napoleon
,
like
the
one
which
we
had
seen
that
morning
,
and
it
had
been
broken
into
similar
fragments
.
Carefully
Holmes
held
each
separate
shard
to
the
light
,
but
in
no
way
did
it
differ
from
any
other
shattered
piece
of
plaster
.
He
had
just
completed
his
examination
when
the
hall
lights
flew
up
,
the
door
opened
,
and
the
owner
of
the
house
,
a
jovial
,
rotund
figure
in
shirt
and
trousers
,
presented
himself
.
“
Mr
.
Josiah
Brown
,
I
suppose
?
”
said
Holmes
.
“
Yes
,
sir
;
and
you
,
no
doubt
,
are
Mr
.
Sherlock
Holmes
?
I
had
the
note
which
you
sent
by
the
express
messenger
,
and
I
did
exactly
what
you
told
me
.
We
locked
every
door
on
the
inside
and
awaited
developments
.
Well
,
I
’
m
very
glad
to
see
that
you
have
got
the
rascal
.
I
hope
,
gentlemen
,
that
you
will
come
in
and
have
some
refreshment
.
”
However
,
Lestrade
was
anxious
to
get
his
man
into
safe
quarters
,
so
within
a
few
minutes
our
cab
had
been
summoned
and
we
were
all
four
upon
our
way
to
London
.
Not
a
word
would
our
captive
say
,
but
he
glared
at
us
from
the
shadow
of
his
matted
hair
,
and
once
,
when
my
hand
seemed
within
his
reach
,
he
snapped
at
it
like
a
hungry
wolf
.
We
stayed
long
enough
at
the
police
-
station
to
learn
that
a
search
of
his
clothing
revealed
nothing
save
a
few
shillings
and
a
long
sheath
knife
,
the
handle
of
which
bore
copious
traces
of
recent
blood
.
“
That
’
s
all
right
,
”
said
Lestrade
,
as
we
parted
.
“
Hill
knows
all
these
gentry
,
and
he
will
give
a
name
to
him
.
You
’
ll
find
that
my
theory
of
the
Mafia
will
work
out
all
right
.
But
I
’
m
sure
I
am
exceedingly
obliged
to
you
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
for
the
workmanlike
way
in
which
you
laid
hands
upon
him
.
I
don
’
t
quite
understand
it
all
yet
.
”
