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“
In
you
come
,
sir
,
in
you
come
,
—
you
and
your
friends
,
”
he
answered
.
“
Very
sorry
,
Mr
.
Thaddeus
,
but
orders
are
very
strict
.
Had
to
be
certain
of
your
friends
before
I
let
them
in
.
”
Inside
,
a
gravel
path
wound
through
desolate
grounds
to
a
huge
clump
of
a
house
,
square
and
prosaic
,
all
plunged
in
shadow
save
where
a
moonbeam
struck
one
corner
and
glimmered
in
a
garret
window
.
The
vast
size
of
the
building
,
with
its
gloom
and
its
deathly
silence
,
struck
a
chill
to
the
heart
.
Even
Thaddeus
Sholto
seemed
ill
at
ease
,
and
the
lantern
quivered
and
rattled
in
his
hand
.
“
I
cannot
understand
it
,
”
he
said
.
“
There
must
be
some
mistake
.
I
distinctly
told
Bartholomew
that
we
should
be
here
,
and
yet
there
is
no
light
in
his
window
.
I
do
not
know
what
to
make
of
it
.
”
“
Does
he
always
guard
the
premises
in
this
way
?
”
asked
Holmes
.
“
Yes
;
he
has
followed
my
father
’
s
custom
.
He
was
the
favourite
son
,
you
know
,
and
I
sometimes
think
that
my
father
may
have
told
him
more
than
he
ever
told
me
.
That
is
Bartholomew
’
s
window
up
there
where
the
moonshine
strikes
.
It
is
quite
bright
,
but
there
is
no
light
from
within
,
I
think
.
”
“
None
,
”
said
Holmes
.
“
But
I
see
the
glint
of
a
light
in
that
little
window
beside
the
door
.
”
“
Ah
,
that
is
the
housekeeper
’
s
room
.
That
is
where
old
Mrs
.
Bernstone
sits
.
She
can
tell
us
all
about
it
.
But
perhaps
you
would
not
mind
waiting
here
for
a
minute
or
two
,
for
if
we
all
go
in
together
and
she
has
no
word
of
our
coming
she
may
be
alarmed
.
But
hush
!
what
is
that
?
”
He
held
up
the
lantern
,
and
his
hand
shook
until
the
circles
of
light
flickered
and
wavered
all
round
us
.
Miss
Morstan
seized
my
wrist
,
and
we
all
stood
with
thumping
hearts
,
straining
our
ears
.
From
the
great
black
house
there
sounded
through
the
silent
night
the
saddest
and
most
pitiful
of
sounds
,
—
the
shrill
,
broken
whimpering
of
a
frightened
woman
.
“
It
is
Mrs
.
Bernstone
,
”
said
Sholto
.
“
She
is
the
only
woman
in
the
house
.
Wait
here
.
I
shall
be
back
in
a
moment
.
