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“
‘
Neither
my
son
nor
I
want
anything
from
Jonas
Oldacre
,
dead
or
alive
!
’
she
cried
,
with
a
proper
spirit
.
‘
There
is
a
God
in
heaven
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
and
that
same
God
who
has
punished
that
wicked
man
will
show
,
in
His
own
good
time
,
that
my
son
’
s
hands
are
guiltless
of
his
blood
.
’
“
Well
,
I
tried
one
or
two
leads
,
but
could
get
at
nothing
which
would
help
our
hypothesis
,
and
several
points
which
would
make
against
it
.
I
gave
it
up
at
last
and
off
I
went
to
Norwood
.
“
This
place
,
Deep
Dene
House
,
is
a
big
modern
villa
of
staring
brick
,
standing
back
in
its
own
grounds
,
with
a
laurel
-
clumped
lawn
in
front
of
it
.
To
the
right
and
some
distance
back
from
the
road
was
the
timber
-
yard
which
had
been
the
scene
of
the
fire
.
Here
’
s
a
rough
plan
on
a
leaf
of
my
notebook
.
This
window
on
the
left
is
the
one
which
opens
into
Oldacre
’
s
room
.
You
can
look
into
it
from
the
road
,
you
see
.
That
is
about
the
only
bit
of
consolation
I
have
had
to
-
day
.
Lestrade
was
not
there
,
but
his
head
constable
did
the
honours
.
They
had
just
found
a
great
treasure
-
trove
.
They
had
spent
the
morning
raking
among
the
ashes
of
the
burned
wood
-
pile
,
and
besides
the
charred
organic
remains
they
had
secured
several
discoloured
metal
discs
.
I
examined
them
with
care
,
and
there
was
no
doubt
that
they
were
trouser
buttons
.
I
even
distinguished
that
one
of
them
was
marked
with
the
name
of
‘
Hyams
,
’
who
was
Oldacres
tailor
.
I
then
worked
the
lawn
very
carefully
for
signs
and
traces
,
but
this
drought
has
made
everything
as
hard
as
iron
.
Nothing
was
to
be
seen
save
that
some
body
or
bundle
had
been
dragged
through
a
low
privet
hedge
which
is
in
a
line
with
the
wood
-
pile
.
All
that
,
of
course
,
fits
in
with
the
official
theory
.
I
crawled
about
the
lawn
with
an
August
sun
on
my
back
,
but
I
got
up
at
the
end
of
an
hour
no
wiser
than
before
.
“
Well
,
after
this
fiasco
I
went
into
the
bedroom
and
examined
that
also
.
The
blood
-
stains
were
very
slight
,
mere
smears
and
discolourations
,
but
undoubtedly
fresh
.
The
stick
had
been
removed
,
but
there
also
the
marks
were
slight
.
There
is
no
doubt
about
the
stick
belonging
to
our
client
.
He
admits
it
.
Footmarks
of
both
men
could
be
made
out
on
the
carpet
,
but
none
of
any
third
person
,
which
again
is
a
trick
for
the
other
side
.
They
were
piling
up
their
score
all
the
time
and
we
were
at
a
standstill
.
“
Only
one
little
gleam
of
hope
did
I
get
—
and
yet
it
amounted
to
nothing
.
I
examined
the
contents
of
the
safe
,
most
of
which
had
been
taken
out
and
left
on
the
table
.
The
papers
had
been
made
up
into
sealed
envelopes
,
one
or
two
of
which
had
been
opened
by
the
police
.
They
were
not
,
so
far
as
I
could
judge
,
of
any
great
value
,
nor
did
the
bank
-
book
show
that
Mr
.
Oldacre
was
in
such
very
affluent
circumstances
.
But
it
seemed
to
me
that
all
the
papers
were
not
there
.
There
were
allusions
to
some
deeds
—
possibly
the
more
valuable
—
which
I
could
not
find
.
This
,
of
course
,
if
we
could
definitely
prove
it
,
would
turn
Lestrade
’
s
argument
against
himself
,
for
who
would
steal
a
thing
if
he
knew
that
he
would
shortly
inherit
it
?
“
Finally
,
having
drawn
every
other
cover
and
picked
up
no
scent
,
I
tried
my
luck
with
the
housekeeper
.
Mrs
.
Lexington
is
her
name
—
a
little
,
dark
,
silent
person
,
with
suspicious
and
sidelong
eyes
.
She
could
tell
us
something
if
she
would
—
I
am
convinced
of
it
.
But
she
was
as
close
as
wax
.
Yes
,
she
had
let
Mr
.
McFarlane
in
at
half
-
past
nine
.
She
wished
her
hand
had
withered
before
she
had
done
so
.
She
had
gone
to
bed
at
half
-
past
ten
.
Her
room
was
at
the
other
end
of
the
house
,
and
she
could
hear
nothing
of
what
had
passed
.
Mr
.
McFarlane
had
left
his
hat
,
and
to
the
best
of
her
belief
his
stick
,
in
the
hall
.
She
had
been
awakened
by
the
alarm
of
fire
.
Her
poor
,
dear
master
had
certainly
been
murdered
.
Had
he
any
enemies
?
Well
,
every
man
had
enemies
,
but
Mr
.
Oldacre
kept
himself
very
much
to
himself
,
and
only
met
people
in
the
way
of
business
.
She
had
seen
the
buttons
,
and
was
sure
that
they
belonged
to
the
clothes
which
he
had
worn
last
night
.
The
wood
-
pile
was
very
dry
,
for
it
had
not
rained
for
a
month
.
It
burned
like
tinder
,
and
by
the
time
she
reached
the
spot
,
nothing
could
be
seen
but
flames
.
She
and
all
the
firemen
smelled
the
burned
flesh
from
inside
it
.
She
knew
nothing
of
the
papers
,
nor
of
Mr
.
Oldacre
’
s
private
affairs
.
“
So
,
my
dear
Watson
,
there
’
s
my
report
of
a
failure
.
And
yet
—
and
yet
—
”
he
clenched
his
thin
hands
in
a
paroxysm
of
conviction
—
“
I
know
it
’
s
all
wrong
.
I
feel
it
in
my
bones
.
There
is
something
that
has
not
come
out
,
and
that
housekeeper
knows
it
.
There
was
a
sort
of
sulky
defiance
in
her
eyes
,
which
only
goes
with
guilty
knowledge
.
However
,
there
’
s
no
good
talking
any
more
about
it
,
Watson
;
but
unless
some
lucky
chance
comes
our
way
I
fear
that
the
Norwood
Disappearance
Case
will
not
figure
in
that
chronicle
of
our
successes
which
I
foresee
that
a
patient
public
will
sooner
or
later
have
to
endure
.
”
