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Our
new
acquaintance
very
deliberately
coiled
up
the
tube
of
his
hookah
,
and
produced
from
behind
a
curtain
a
very
long
befrogged
topcoat
with
Astrakhan
collar
and
cuffs
.
This
he
buttoned
tightly
up
,
in
spite
of
the
extreme
closeness
of
the
night
,
and
finished
his
attire
by
putting
on
a
rabbit
-
skin
cap
with
hanging
lappets
which
covered
the
ears
,
so
that
no
part
of
him
was
visible
save
his
mobile
and
peaky
face
.
“
My
health
is
somewhat
fragile
,
”
he
remarked
,
as
he
led
the
way
down
the
passage
.
“
I
am
compelled
to
be
a
valetudinarian
.
”
Our
cab
was
awaiting
us
outside
,
and
our
programme
was
evidently
prearranged
,
for
the
driver
started
off
at
once
at
a
rapid
pace
.
Thaddeus
Sholto
talked
incessantly
,
in
a
voice
which
rose
high
above
the
rattle
of
the
wheels
.
“
Bartholomew
is
a
clever
fellow
,
”
said
he
.
“
How
do
you
think
he
found
out
where
the
treasure
was
?
He
had
come
to
the
conclusion
that
it
was
somewhere
indoors
:
so
he
worked
out
all
the
cubic
space
of
the
house
,
and
made
measurements
everywhere
,
so
that
not
one
inch
should
be
unaccounted
for
.
Among
other
things
,
he
found
that
the
height
of
the
building
was
seventy
-
four
feet
,
but
on
adding
together
the
heights
of
all
the
separate
rooms
,
and
making
every
allowance
for
the
space
between
,
which
he
ascertained
by
borings
,
he
could
not
bring
the
total
to
more
than
seventy
feet
.
There
were
four
feet
unaccounted
for
.
These
could
only
be
at
the
top
of
the
building
.
He
knocked
a
hole
,
therefore
,
in
the
lath
-
and
-
plaster
ceiling
of
the
highest
room
,
and
there
,
sure
enough
,
he
came
upon
another
little
garret
above
it
,
which
had
been
sealed
up
and
was
known
to
no
one
.
In
the
centre
stood
the
treasure
-
chest
,
resting
upon
two
rafters
.
He
lowered
it
through
the
hole
,
and
there
it
lies
.
He
computes
the
value
of
the
jewels
at
not
less
than
half
a
million
sterling
.
”
At
the
mention
of
this
gigantic
sum
we
all
stared
at
one
another
open
-
eyed
.
Miss
Morstan
,
could
we
secure
her
rights
,
would
change
from
a
needy
governess
to
the
richest
heiress
in
England
.
Surely
it
was
the
place
of
a
loyal
friend
to
rejoice
at
such
news
;
yet
I
am
ashamed
to
say
that
selfishness
took
me
by
the
soul
,
and
that
my
heart
turned
as
heavy
as
lead
within
me
.
I
stammered
out
some
few
halting
words
of
congratulation
,
and
then
sat
downcast
,
with
my
head
drooped
,
deaf
to
the
babble
of
our
new
acquaintance
.
He
was
clearly
a
confirmed
hypochondriac
,
and
I
was
dreamily
conscious
that
he
was
pouring
forth
interminable
trains
of
symptoms
,
and
imploring
information
as
to
the
composition
and
action
of
innumerable
quack
nostrums
,
some
of
which
he
bore
about
in
a
leather
case
in
his
pocket
.
I
trust
that
he
may
not
remember
any
of
the
answers
which
I
gave
him
that
night
.
Holmes
declares
that
he
overheard
me
caution
him
against
the
great
danger
of
taking
more
than
two
drops
of
castor
oil
,
while
I
recommended
strychnine
in
large
doses
as
a
sedative
.
However
that
may
be
,
I
was
certainly
relieved
when
our
cab
pulled
up
with
a
jerk
and
the
coachman
sprang
down
to
open
the
door
“
This
,
Miss
Morstan
,
is
Pondicherry
Lodge
,
”
said
Mr
.
Thaddeus
Sholto
,
as
he
handed
her
out
.
It
was
nearly
eleven
o
’
clock
when
we
reached
this
final
stage
of
our
night
’
s
adventures
.
We
had
left
the
damp
fog
of
the
great
city
behind
us
,
and
the
night
was
fairly
fine
.
A
warm
wind
blew
from
the
westward
,
and
heavy
clouds
moved
slowly
across
the
sky
,
with
half
a
moon
peeping
occasionally
through
the
rifts
.
It
was
clear
enough
to
see
for
some
distance
,
but
Thaddeus
Sholto
took
down
one
of
the
side
-
lamps
from
the
carriage
to
give
us
a
better
light
upon
our
way
.
Pondicherry
Lodge
stood
in
its
own
grounds
,
and
was
girt
round
with
a
very
high
stone
wall
topped
with
broken
glass
.
A
single
narrow
iron
-
clamped
door
formed
the
only
means
of
entrance
.
On
this
our
guide
knocked
with
a
peculiar
postman
-
like
rat
-
tat
.
“
Who
is
there
?
”
cried
a
gruff
voice
from
within
.
“
It
is
I
,
McMurdo
.
You
surely
know
my
knock
by
this
time
.
”
