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The
place
was
pitch
dark
,
but
it
was
evident
to
me
that
it
was
an
empty
house
.
Our
feet
creaked
and
crackled
over
the
bare
planking
,
and
my
outstretched
hand
touched
a
wall
from
which
the
paper
was
hanging
in
ribbons
.
Holmes
’
s
cold
,
thin
fingers
closed
round
my
wrist
and
led
me
forward
down
a
long
hall
,
until
I
dimly
saw
the
murky
fanlight
over
the
door
.
Here
Holmes
turned
suddenly
to
the
right
and
we
found
ourselves
in
a
large
,
square
,
empty
room
,
heavily
shadowed
in
the
corners
,
but
faintly
lit
in
the
centre
from
the
lights
of
the
street
beyond
.
There
was
no
lamp
near
,
and
the
window
was
thick
with
dust
,
so
that
we
could
only
just
discern
each
other
’
s
figures
within
.
My
companion
put
his
hand
upon
my
shoulder
and
his
lips
close
to
my
ear
.
“
Do
you
know
where
we
are
?
”
he
whispered
.
“
Surely
that
is
Baker
Street
,
”
I
answered
,
staring
through
the
dim
window
.
“
Exactly
.
We
are
in
Camden
House
,
which
stands
opposite
to
our
own
old
quarters
.
”
“
But
why
are
we
here
?
”
“
Because
it
commands
so
excellent
a
view
of
that
picturesque
pile
.
Might
I
trouble
you
,
my
dear
Watson
,
to
draw
a
little
nearer
to
the
window
,
taking
every
precaution
not
to
show
yourself
,
and
then
to
look
up
at
our
old
rooms
—
the
starting
-
point
of
so
many
of
your
little
fairy
-
tales
?
We
will
see
if
my
three
years
of
absence
have
entirely
taken
away
my
power
to
surprise
you
.
”
I
crept
forward
and
looked
across
at
the
familiar
window
.
As
my
eyes
fell
upon
it
,
I
gave
a
gasp
and
a
cry
of
amazement
.
The
blind
was
down
,
and
a
strong
light
was
burning
in
the
room
.
The
shadow
of
a
man
who
was
seated
in
a
chair
within
was
thrown
in
hard
,
black
outline
upon
the
luminous
screen
of
the
window
.
There
was
no
mistaking
the
poise
of
the
head
,
the
squareness
of
the
shoulders
,
the
sharpness
of
the
features
.
The
face
was
turned
half
-
round
,
and
the
effect
was
that
of
one
of
those
black
silhouettes
which
our
grandparents
loved
to
frame
.
It
was
a
perfect
reproduction
of
Holmes
.
So
amazed
was
I
that
I
threw
out
my
hand
to
make
sure
that
the
man
himself
was
standing
beside
me
.
He
was
quivering
with
silent
laughter
.
“
Well
?
”
said
he
.
