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But
suddenly
I
was
aware
of
that
which
his
keener
senses
had
already
distinguished
.
A
low
,
stealthy
sound
came
to
my
ears
,
not
from
the
direction
of
Baker
Street
,
but
from
the
back
of
the
very
house
in
which
we
lay
concealed
.
A
door
opened
and
shut
.
An
instant
later
steps
crept
down
the
passage
—
steps
which
were
meant
to
be
silent
,
but
which
reverberated
harshly
through
the
empty
house
.
Holmes
crouched
back
against
the
wall
,
and
I
did
the
same
,
my
hand
closing
upon
the
handle
of
my
revolver
.
Peering
through
the
gloom
,
I
saw
the
vague
outline
of
a
man
,
a
shade
blacker
than
the
blackness
of
the
open
door
.
He
stood
for
an
instant
,
and
then
he
crept
forward
,
crouching
,
menacing
,
into
the
room
.
He
was
within
three
yards
of
us
,
this
sinister
figure
,
and
I
had
braced
myself
to
meet
his
spring
,
before
I
realized
that
he
had
no
idea
of
our
presence
.
He
passed
close
beside
us
,
stole
over
to
the
window
,
and
very
softly
and
noiselessly
raised
it
for
half
a
foot
.
As
he
sank
to
the
level
of
this
opening
,
the
light
of
the
street
,
no
longer
dimmed
by
the
dusty
glass
,
fell
full
upon
his
face
.
The
man
seemed
to
be
beside
himself
with
excitement
.
His
two
eyes
shone
like
stars
,
and
his
features
were
working
convulsively
.
He
was
an
elderly
man
,
with
a
thin
,
projecting
nose
,
a
high
,
bald
forehead
,
and
a
huge
grizzled
moustache
.
An
opera
hat
was
pushed
to
the
back
of
his
head
,
and
an
evening
dress
shirt
-
front
gleamed
out
through
his
open
overcoat
.
His
face
was
gaunt
and
swarthy
,
scored
with
deep
,
savage
lines
.
In
his
hand
he
carried
what
appeared
to
be
a
stick
,
but
as
he
laid
it
down
upon
the
floor
it
gave
a
metallic
clang
.
Then
from
the
pocket
of
his
overcoat
he
drew
a
bulky
object
,
and
he
busied
himself
in
some
task
which
ended
with
a
loud
,
sharp
click
,
as
if
a
spring
or
bolt
had
fallen
into
its
place
.
Still
kneeling
upon
the
floor
he
bent
forward
and
threw
all
his
weight
and
strength
upon
some
lever
,
with
the
result
that
there
came
a
long
,
whirling
,
grinding
noise
,
ending
once
more
in
a
powerful
click
.
He
straightened
himself
then
,
and
I
saw
that
what
he
held
in
his
hand
was
a
sort
of
gun
,
with
a
curiously
misshapen
butt
.
He
opened
it
at
the
breech
,
put
something
in
,
and
snapped
the
breech
-
lock
.
Then
,
crouching
down
,
he
rested
the
end
of
the
barrel
upon
the
ledge
of
the
open
window
,
and
I
saw
his
long
moustache
droop
over
the
stock
and
his
eye
gleam
as
it
peered
along
the
sights
.
I
heard
a
little
sigh
of
satisfaction
as
he
cuddled
the
butt
into
his
shoulder
;
and
saw
that
amazing
target
,
the
black
man
on
the
yellow
ground
,
standing
clear
at
the
end
of
his
foresight
.
For
an
instant
he
was
rigid
and
motionless
.
Then
his
finger
tightened
on
the
trigger
.
There
was
a
strange
,
loud
whiz
and
a
long
,
silvery
tinkle
of
broken
glass
.
At
that
instant
Holmes
sprang
like
a
tiger
on
to
the
marksman
’
s
back
,
and
hurled
him
flat
upon
his
face
.
He
was
up
again
in
a
moment
,
and
with
convulsive
strength
he
seized
Holmes
by
the
throat
,
but
I
struck
him
on
the
head
with
the
butt
of
my
revolver
,
and
he
dropped
again
upon
the
floor
.
I
fell
upon
him
,
and
as
I
held
him
my
comrade
blew
a
shrill
call
upon
a
whistle
.
There
was
the
clatter
of
running
feet
upon
the
pavement
,
and
two
policemen
in
uniform
,
with
one
plain
-
clothes
detective
,
rushed
through
the
front
entrance
and
into
the
room
.
“
That
you
,
Lestrade
?
”
said
Holmes
.
“
Yes
,
Mr
.
Holmes
.
I
took
the
job
myself
.
It
’
s
good
to
see
you
back
in
London
,
sir
.
”
“
I
think
you
want
a
little
unofficial
help
.
Three
undetected
murders
in
one
year
won
’
t
do
,
Lestrade
.
But
you
handled
the
Molesey
Mystery
with
less
than
your
usual
—
that
’
s
to
say
,
you
handled
it
fairly
well
.
”
We
had
all
risen
to
our
feet
,
our
prisoner
breathing
hard
,
with
a
stalwart
constable
on
each
side
of
him
.
Already
a
few
loiterers
had
begun
to
collect
in
the
street
.
Holmes
stepped
up
to
the
window
,
closed
it
,
and
dropped
the
blinds
.
Lestrade
had
produced
two
candles
,
and
the
policemen
had
uncovered
their
lanterns
.
I
was
able
at
last
to
have
a
good
look
at
our
prisoner
.
It
was
a
tremendously
virile
and
yet
sinister
face
which
was
turned
towards
us
.
With
the
brow
of
a
philosopher
above
and
the
jaw
of
a
sensualist
below
,
the
man
must
have
started
with
great
capacities
for
good
or
for
evil
.
But
one
could
not
look
upon
his
cruel
blue
eyes
,
with
their
drooping
,
cynical
lids
,
or
upon
the
fierce
,
aggressive
nose
and
the
threatening
,
deep
-
lined
brow
,
without
reading
Nature
’
s
plainest
danger
-
signals
.
He
took
no
heed
of
any
of
us
,
but
his
eyes
were
fixed
upon
Holmes
’
s
face
with
an
expression
in
which
hatred
and
amazement
were
equally
blended
.
“
You
fiend
!
”
he
kept
on
muttering
.
“
You
clever
,
clever
fiend
!
”
“
Ah
,
Colonel
!
”
said
Holmes
,
arranging
his
rumpled
collar
.
“
‘
Journeys
end
in
lovers
’
meetings
,
’
as
the
old
play
says
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
have
had
the
pleasure
of
seeing
you
since
you
favoured
me
with
those
attentions
as
I
lay
on
the
ledge
above
the
Reichenbach
Fall
.
”
