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Suppose
a
man
had
fired
through
the
window
,
he
would
indeed
be
a
remarkable
shot
who
could
with
a
revolver
inflict
so
deadly
a
wound
.
Again
,
Park
Lane
is
a
frequented
thoroughfare
;
there
is
a
cab
stand
within
a
hundred
yards
of
the
house
.
No
one
had
heard
a
shot
.
And
yet
there
was
the
dead
man
and
there
the
revolver
bullet
,
which
had
mushroomed
out
,
as
soft
-
nosed
bullets
will
,
and
so
inflicted
a
wound
which
must
have
caused
instantaneous
death
.
Such
were
the
circumstances
of
the
Park
Lane
Mystery
,
which
were
further
complicated
by
entire
absence
of
motive
,
since
,
as
I
have
said
,
young
Adair
was
not
known
to
have
any
enemy
,
and
no
attempt
had
been
made
to
remove
the
money
or
valuables
in
the
room
.
All
day
I
turned
these
facts
over
in
my
mind
,
endeavouring
to
hit
upon
some
theory
which
could
reconcile
them
all
,
and
to
find
that
line
of
least
resistance
which
my
poor
friend
had
declared
to
be
the
starting
-
point
of
every
investigation
.
I
confess
that
I
made
little
progress
.
In
the
evening
I
strolled
across
the
Park
,
and
found
myself
about
six
o
’
clock
at
the
Oxford
Street
end
of
Park
Lane
.
A
group
of
loafers
upon
the
pavements
,
all
staring
up
at
a
particular
window
,
directed
me
to
the
house
which
I
had
come
to
see
.
A
tall
,
thin
man
with
coloured
glasses
,
whom
I
strongly
suspected
of
being
a
plain
-
clothes
detective
,
was
pointing
out
some
theory
of
his
own
,
while
the
others
crowded
round
to
listen
to
what
he
said
.
I
got
as
near
him
as
I
could
,
but
his
observations
seemed
to
me
to
be
absurd
,
so
I
withdrew
again
in
some
disgust
.
As
I
did
so
I
struck
against
an
elderly
,
deformed
man
,
who
had
been
behind
me
,
and
I
knocked
down
several
books
which
he
was
carrying
.
I
remember
that
as
I
picked
them
up
,
I
observed
the
title
of
one
of
them
,
The
Origin
of
Tree
Worship
,
and
it
struck
me
that
the
fellow
must
be
some
poor
bibliophile
,
who
,
either
as
a
trade
or
as
a
hobby
,
was
a
collector
of
obscure
volumes
.
I
endeavoured
to
apologize
for
the
accident
,
but
it
was
evident
that
these
books
which
I
had
so
unfortunately
maltreated
were
very
precious
objects
in
the
eyes
of
their
owner
.
With
a
snarl
of
contempt
he
turned
upon
his
heel
,
and
I
saw
his
curved
back
and
white
side
-
whiskers
disappear
among
the
throng
.
My
observations
of
No
.
427
,
Park
Lane
did
little
to
clear
up
the
problem
in
which
I
was
interested
.
The
house
was
separated
from
the
street
by
a
low
wall
and
railing
,
the
whole
not
more
than
five
feet
high
.
It
was
perfectly
easy
,
therefore
,
for
anyone
to
get
into
the
garden
,
but
the
window
was
entirely
inaccessible
,
since
there
was
no
waterpipe
or
anything
which
could
help
the
most
active
man
to
climb
it
.
More
puzzled
than
ever
,
I
retraced
my
steps
to
Kensington
.
I
had
not
been
in
my
study
five
minutes
when
the
maid
entered
to
say
that
a
person
desired
to
see
me
.
To
my
astonishment
it
was
none
other
than
my
strange
old
book
collector
,
his
sharp
,
wizened
face
peering
out
from
a
frame
of
white
hair
,
and
his
precious
volumes
,
a
dozen
of
them
at
least
,
wedged
under
his
right
arm
.
“
You
’
re
surprised
to
see
me
,
sir
,
”
said
he
,
in
a
strange
,
croaking
voice
.
I
acknowledged
that
I
was
.
“
Well
,
I
’
ve
a
conscience
,
sir
,
and
when
I
chanced
to
see
you
go
into
this
house
,
as
I
came
hobbling
after
you
,
I
thought
to
myself
,
I
’
ll
just
step
in
and
see
that
kind
gentleman
,
and
tell
him
that
if
I
was
a
bit
gruff
in
my
manner
there
was
not
any
harm
meant
,
and
that
I
am
much
obliged
to
him
for
picking
up
my
books
.
”
“
You
make
too
much
of
a
trifle
,
”
said
I
.
“
May
I
ask
how
you
knew
who
I
was
?
”
“
Well
,
sir
,
if
it
isn
’
t
too
great
a
liberty
,
I
am
a
neighbour
of
yours
,
for
you
’
ll
find
my
little
bookshop
at
the
corner
of
Church
Street
,
and
very
happy
to
see
you
,
I
am
sure
.
Maybe
you
collect
yourself
,
sir
.
Here
’
s
British
Birds
,
and
Catullus
,
and
The
Holy
War
—
a
bargain
,
every
one
of
them
.
With
five
volumes
you
could
just
fill
that
gap
on
that
second
shelf
.
It
looks
untidy
,
does
it
not
,
sir
?
”
I
moved
my
head
to
look
at
the
cabinet
behind
me
.
When
I
turned
again
,
Sherlock
Holmes
was
standing
smiling
at
me
across
my
study
table
.
I
rose
to
my
feet
,
stared
at
him
for
some
seconds
in
utter
amazement
,
and
then
it
appears
that
I
must
have
fainted
for
the
first
and
the
last
time
in
my
life
.
Certainly
a
grey
mist
swirled
before
my
eyes
,
and
when
it
cleared
I
found
my
collar
-
ends
undone
and
the
tingling
after
-
taste
of
brandy
upon
my
lips
.
Holmes
was
bending
over
my
chair
,
his
flask
in
his
hand
.
