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“
Yes
,
do
!
”
pleaded
Thaddeus
Sholto
.
“
I
really
do
not
feel
equal
to
giving
directions
.
”
We
all
followed
him
into
the
housekeeper
’
s
room
,
which
stood
upon
the
left
-
hand
side
of
the
passage
.
The
old
woman
was
pacing
up
and
down
with
a
scared
look
and
restless
picking
fingers
,
but
the
sight
of
Miss
Morstan
appeared
to
have
a
soothing
effect
upon
her
.
“
God
bless
your
sweet
calm
face
!
”
she
cried
,
with
an
hysterical
sob
.
“
It
does
me
good
to
see
you
.
Oh
,
but
I
have
been
sorely
tried
this
day
!
”
Our
companion
patted
her
thin
,
work
-
worn
hand
,
and
murmured
some
few
words
of
kindly
womanly
comfort
which
brought
the
colour
back
into
the
other
’
s
bloodless
cheeks
.
“
Master
has
locked
himself
in
and
will
not
answer
me
,
”
she
explained
.
“
All
day
I
have
waited
to
hear
from
him
,
for
he
often
likes
to
be
alone
;
but
an
hour
ago
I
feared
that
something
was
amiss
,
so
I
went
up
and
peeped
through
the
key
-
hole
.
You
must
go
up
,
Mr
.
Thaddeus
,
—
you
must
go
up
and
look
for
yourself
.
I
have
seen
Mr
.
Bartholomew
Sholto
in
joy
and
in
sorrow
for
ten
long
years
,
but
I
never
saw
him
with
such
a
face
on
him
as
that
.
”
Sherlock
Holmes
took
the
lamp
and
led
the
way
,
for
Thaddeus
Sholto
’
s
teeth
were
chattering
in
his
head
.
So
shaken
was
he
that
I
had
to
pass
my
hand
under
his
arm
as
we
went
up
the
stairs
,
for
his
knees
were
trembling
under
him
.
Twice
as
we
ascended
Holmes
whipped
his
lens
out
of
his
pocket
and
carefully
examined
marks
which
appeared
to
me
to
be
mere
shapeless
smudges
of
dust
upon
the
cocoa
-
nut
matting
which
served
as
a
stair
-
carpet
.
He
walked
slowly
from
step
to
step
,
holding
the
lamp
,
and
shooting
keen
glances
to
right
and
left
.
Miss
Morstan
had
remained
behind
with
the
frightened
housekeeper
.
The
third
flight
of
stairs
ended
in
a
straight
passage
of
some
length
,
with
a
great
picture
in
Indian
tapestry
upon
the
right
of
it
and
three
doors
upon
the
left
.
Holmes
advanced
along
it
in
the
same
slow
and
methodical
way
,
while
we
kept
close
at
his
heels
,
with
our
long
black
shadows
streaming
backwards
down
the
corridor
.
The
third
door
was
that
which
we
were
seeking
.
Holmes
knocked
without
receiving
any
answer
,
and
then
tried
to
turn
the
handle
and
force
it
open
.
It
was
locked
on
the
inside
,
however
,
and
by
a
broad
and
powerful
bolt
,
as
we
could
see
when
we
set
our
lamp
up
against
it
.
The
key
being
turned
,
however
,
the
hole
was
not
entirely
closed
.
Sherlock
Holmes
bent
down
to
it
,
and
instantly
rose
again
with
a
sharp
intaking
of
the
breath
.
“
There
is
something
devilish
in
this
,
Watson
,
”
said
he
,
more
moved
than
I
had
ever
before
seen
him
.
“
What
do
you
make
of
it
?
”
I
stooped
to
the
hole
,
and
recoiled
in
horror
.
Moonlight
was
streaming
into
the
room
,
and
it
was
bright
with
a
vague
and
shifty
radiance
.
