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“
That
’
s
Peter
,
the
groom
,
”
cried
the
stranger
.
“
He
drove
her
.
The
beasts
have
pulled
him
off
and
clubbed
him
.
Let
him
lie
;
we
can
’
t
do
him
any
good
,
but
we
may
save
her
from
the
worst
fate
that
can
befall
a
woman
.
”
We
ran
frantically
down
the
path
,
which
wound
among
the
trees
.
We
had
reached
the
shrubbery
which
surrounded
the
house
when
Holmes
pulled
up
.
“
They
didn
’
t
go
to
the
house
.
Here
are
their
marks
on
the
left
—
here
,
beside
the
laurel
bushes
.
Ah
!
I
said
so
.
”
As
he
spoke
,
a
woman
’
s
shrill
scream
—
a
scream
which
vibrated
with
a
frenzy
of
horror
—
burst
from
the
thick
,
green
clump
of
bushes
in
front
of
us
.
It
ended
suddenly
on
its
highest
note
with
a
choke
and
a
gurgle
.
“
This
way
!
This
way
!
They
are
in
the
bowling
-
alley
,
”
cried
the
stranger
,
darting
through
the
bushes
.
“
Ah
,
the
cowardly
dogs
!
Follow
me
,
gentlemen
!
Too
late
!
too
late
!
by
the
living
Jingo
!
”
We
had
broken
suddenly
into
a
lovely
glade
of
greensward
surrounded
by
ancient
trees
.
On
the
farther
side
of
it
,
under
the
shadow
of
a
mighty
oak
,
there
stood
a
singular
group
of
three
people
.
One
was
a
woman
,
our
client
,
drooping
and
faint
,
a
handkerchief
round
her
mouth
.
Opposite
her
stood
a
brutal
,
heavy
-
faced
,
red
-
moustached
young
man
,
his
gaitered
legs
parted
wide
,
one
arm
akimbo
,
the
other
waving
a
riding
crop
,
his
whole
attitude
suggestive
of
triumphant
bravado
.
Between
them
an
elderly
,
grey
-
bearded
man
,
wearing
a
short
surplice
over
a
light
tweed
suit
,
had
evidently
just
completed
the
wedding
service
,
for
he
pocketed
his
prayer
-
book
as
we
appeared
,
and
slapped
the
sinister
bridegroom
upon
the
back
in
jovial
congratulation
.
“
They
’
re
married
!
”
I
gasped
.
“
Come
on
!
”
cried
our
guide
,
“
come
on
!
”
He
rushed
across
the
glade
,
Holmes
and
I
at
his
heels
.
As
we
approached
,
the
lady
staggered
against
the
trunk
of
the
tree
for
support
.
Williamson
,
the
ex
-
clergyman
,
bowed
to
us
with
mock
politeness
,
and
the
bully
,
Woodley
,
advanced
with
a
shout
of
brutal
and
exultant
laughter
.
