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“
Here
!
When
?
”
“
This
instant
.
”
“
You
are
surely
joking
,
Mr
.
Sherlock
Holmes
.
You
compel
me
to
tell
you
that
this
is
too
serious
a
matter
to
be
treated
in
such
a
fashion
.
”
“
I
have
forged
and
tested
every
link
of
my
chain
,
Professor
Coram
,
and
I
am
sure
that
it
is
sound
.
What
your
motives
are
,
or
what
exact
part
you
play
in
this
strange
business
,
I
am
not
yet
able
to
say
.
In
a
few
minutes
I
shall
probably
hear
it
from
your
own
lips
.
Meanwhile
I
will
reconstruct
what
is
past
for
your
benefit
,
so
that
you
may
know
the
information
which
I
still
require
.
“
A
lady
yesterday
entered
your
study
.
She
came
with
the
intention
of
possessing
herself
of
certain
documents
which
were
in
your
bureau
.
She
had
a
key
of
her
own
.
I
have
had
an
opportunity
of
examining
yours
,
and
I
do
not
find
that
slight
discolouration
which
the
scratch
made
upon
the
varnish
would
have
produced
.
You
were
not
an
accessory
,
therefore
,
and
she
came
,
so
far
as
I
can
read
the
evidence
,
without
your
knowledge
to
rob
you
.
”
The
professor
blew
a
cloud
from
his
lips
.
“
This
is
most
interesting
and
instructive
,
”
said
he
.
“
Have
you
no
more
to
add
?
Surely
,
having
traced
this
lady
so
far
,
you
can
also
say
what
has
become
of
her
.
”
“
I
will
endeavour
to
do
so
.
In
the
first
place
she
was
seized
by
your
secretary
,
and
stabbed
him
in
order
to
escape
.
This
catastrophe
I
am
inclined
to
regard
as
an
unhappy
accident
,
for
I
am
convinced
that
the
lady
had
no
intention
of
inflicting
so
grievous
an
injury
.
An
assassin
does
not
come
unarmed
.
Horrified
by
what
she
had
done
,
she
rushed
wildly
away
from
the
scene
of
the
tragedy
.
Unfortunately
for
her
,
she
had
lost
her
glasses
in
the
scuffle
,
and
as
she
was
extremely
short
-
sighted
she
was
really
helpless
without
them
.
She
ran
down
a
corridor
,
which
she
imagined
to
be
that
by
which
she
had
come
—
both
were
lined
with
cocoanut
matting
—
and
it
was
only
when
it
was
too
late
that
she
understood
that
she
had
taken
the
wrong
passage
,
and
that
her
retreat
was
cut
off
behind
her
.
What
was
she
to
do
?
She
could
not
go
back
.
She
could
not
remain
where
she
was
.
She
must
go
on
.
She
went
on
.
She
mounted
a
stair
,
pushed
open
a
door
,
and
found
herself
in
your
room
.
”
The
old
man
sat
with
his
mouth
open
,
staring
wildly
at
Holmes
.
Amazement
and
fear
were
stamped
upon
his
expressive
features
.
Now
,
with
an
effort
,
he
shrugged
his
shoulders
and
burst
into
insincere
laughter
.
“
All
very
fine
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
”
said
he
.
“
But
there
is
one
little
flaw
in
your
splendid
theory
.
I
was
myself
in
my
room
,
and
I
never
left
it
during
the
day
.
”
