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“
It
is
for
Mr
.
Thaddeus
Sholto
that
I
am
anxious
,
”
she
said
.
“
Nothing
else
is
of
any
consequence
;
but
I
think
that
he
has
behaved
most
kindly
and
honourably
throughout
.
It
is
our
duty
to
clear
him
of
this
dreadful
and
unfounded
charge
.
”
It
was
evening
before
I
left
Camberwell
,
and
quite
dark
by
the
time
I
reached
home
.
My
companion
’
s
book
and
pipe
lay
by
his
chair
,
but
he
had
disappeared
.
I
looked
about
in
the
hope
of
seeing
a
note
,
but
there
was
none
.
“
I
suppose
that
Mr
.
Sherlock
Holmes
has
gone
out
,
”
I
said
to
Mrs
.
Hudson
as
she
came
up
to
lower
the
blinds
.
“
No
,
sir
.
He
has
gone
to
his
room
,
sir
.
Do
you
know
,
sir
,
”
sinking
her
voice
into
an
impressive
whisper
,
“
I
am
afraid
for
his
health
?
”
“
Why
so
,
Mrs
.
Hudson
?
”
“
Well
,
he
’
s
that
strange
,
sir
.
After
you
was
gone
he
walked
and
he
walked
,
up
and
down
,
and
up
and
down
,
until
I
was
weary
of
the
sound
of
his
footstep
.
Then
I
heard
him
talking
to
himself
and
muttering
,
and
every
time
the
bell
rang
out
he
came
on
the
stairhead
,
with
‘
What
is
that
,
Mrs
.
Hudson
?
’
And
now
he
has
slammed
off
to
his
room
,
but
I
can
hear
him
walking
away
the
same
as
ever
.
I
hope
he
’
s
not
going
to
be
ill
,
sir
.
I
ventured
to
say
something
to
him
about
cooling
medicine
,
but
he
turned
on
me
,
sir
,
with
such
a
look
that
I
don
’
t
know
how
ever
I
got
out
of
the
room
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
think
that
you
have
any
cause
to
be
uneasy
,
Mrs
.
Hudson
,
”
I
answered
.
“
I
have
seen
him
like
this
before
.
He
has
some
small
matter
upon
his
mind
which
makes
him
restless
.
”
I
tried
to
speak
lightly
to
our
worthy
landlady
,
but
I
was
myself
somewhat
uneasy
when
through
the
long
night
I
still
from
time
to
time
heard
the
dull
sound
of
his
tread
,
and
knew
how
his
keen
spirit
was
chafing
against
this
involuntary
inaction
.
At
breakfast
-
time
he
looked
worn
and
haggard
,
with
a
little
fleck
of
feverish
colour
upon
either
cheek
.
“
You
are
knocking
yourself
up
,
old
man
,
”
I
remarked
.
“
I
heard
you
marching
about
in
the
night
.
”
