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“
This
détour
has
been
entirely
for
our
benefit
,
then
?
”
said
Holmes
.
“
No
wonder
that
my
inquiries
among
those
villagers
led
to
nothing
.
The
doctor
has
certainly
played
the
game
for
all
it
is
worth
,
and
one
would
like
to
know
the
reason
for
such
elaborate
deception
.
This
should
be
the
village
of
Trumpington
to
the
right
of
us
.
And
,
by
Jove
!
here
is
the
brougham
coming
round
the
corner
.
Quick
,
Watson
—
quick
,
or
we
are
done
!
”
He
sprang
through
a
gate
into
a
field
,
dragging
the
reluctant
Pompey
after
him
.
We
had
hardly
got
under
the
shelter
of
the
hedge
when
the
carriage
rattled
past
.
I
caught
a
glimpse
of
Dr
.
Armstrong
within
,
his
shoulders
bowed
,
his
head
sunk
on
his
hands
,
the
very
image
of
distress
.
I
could
tell
by
my
companion
’
s
graver
face
that
he
also
had
seen
.
“
I
fear
there
is
some
dark
ending
to
our
quest
,
”
said
he
.
“
It
cannot
be
long
before
we
know
it
.
Come
,
Pompey
!
Ah
,
it
is
the
cottage
in
the
field
!
”
There
could
be
no
doubt
that
we
had
reached
the
end
of
our
journey
.
Pompey
ran
about
and
whined
eagerly
outside
the
gate
,
where
the
marks
of
the
brougham
’
s
wheels
were
still
to
be
seen
.
A
footpath
led
across
to
the
lonely
cottage
.
Holmes
tied
the
dog
to
the
hedge
,
and
we
hastened
onward
.
My
friend
knocked
at
the
little
rustic
door
,
and
knocked
again
without
response
.
And
yet
the
cottage
was
not
deserted
,
for
a
low
sound
came
to
our
ears
—
a
kind
of
drone
of
misery
and
despair
which
was
indescribably
melancholy
.
Holmes
paused
irresolute
,
and
then
he
glanced
back
at
the
road
which
he
had
just
traversed
.
A
brougham
was
coming
down
it
,
and
there
could
be
no
mistaking
those
grey
horses
.
“
By
Jove
,
the
doctor
is
coming
back
!
”
cried
Holmes
.
“
That
settles
it
.
We
are
bound
to
see
what
it
means
before
he
comes
.
”
He
opened
the
door
,
and
we
stepped
into
the
hall
.
The
droning
sound
swelled
louder
upon
our
ears
until
it
became
one
long
,
deep
wail
of
distress
.
It
came
from
upstairs
.
Holmes
darted
up
,
and
I
followed
him
.
He
pushed
open
a
half
-
closed
door
,
and
we
both
stood
appalled
at
the
sight
before
us
.
A
woman
,
young
and
beautiful
,
was
lying
dead
upon
the
bed
.
Her
calm
pale
face
,
with
dim
,
wide
-
opened
blue
eyes
,
looked
upward
from
amid
a
great
tangle
of
golden
hair
.
At
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
half
sitting
,
half
kneeling
,
his
face
buried
in
the
clothes
,
was
a
young
man
,
whose
frame
was
racked
by
his
sobs
.
So
absorbed
was
he
by
his
bitter
grief
,
that
he
never
looked
up
until
Holmes
’
s
hand
was
on
his
shoulder
.
“
Are
you
Mr
.
Godfrey
Staunton
?
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
I
am
—
but
you
are
too
late
.
She
is
dead
.
”
