"Becauseinfiveminutesyouwillsaythatitisallsoabsurdlysimple。"
"IamsurethatIshallsaynothingofthekind。"
"Yousee,mydearWatson"——heproppedhistest—tubeintherackandbegantolecturewiththeairofaprofessoraddressinghisclass——"itisnotreallydifficulttoconstructaseriesofinferences,eachdependentuponitspredecessorandeachsimpleinitself。If,afterdoingso,onesimplyknocksoutallthecentralinferencesandpresentsone’saudiencewiththestarting—pointandtheconclusion,onemayproduceastartling,thoughpossiblyameretricious,effect。Now,itwasnotreallydifficult,byaninspectionofthegroovebetweenyourleftforefingerandthumb,tofeelsurethatyoudidNOTproposetoinvestyoursmallcapitalinthegoldfields。"
"Iseenoconnection。"
"Verylikelynot;butIcanquicklyshowyouacloseconnection。
Herearethemissinglinksoftheverysimplechain:1。Youhadchalkbetweenyourleftfingerandthumbwhenyoureturnedfromtheclublastnight。2。Youputchalktherewhenyouplaybilliardstosteadythecue。3。YouneverplaybilliardsexceptwithThurston。
4。YoutoldmefourweeksagothatThurstonhadanoptiononsomeSouthAfricanpropertywhichwouldexpireinamonth,andwhichhedesiredyoutosharewithhim。5。Yourcheque—bookislockedinmydrawer,andyouhavenotaskedforthekey。6。Youdonotproposetoinvestyourmoneyinthismanner。"
"Howabsurdlysimple!"Icried。
"Quiteso!"saidhe,alittlenettled。"Everyproblembecomesverychildishwhenonceitisexplainedtoyou。Hereisanunexplainedone。Seewhatyoucanmakeofthat,friendWatson。"
Hetossedasheetofpaperuponthetableandturnedoncemoretohischemicalanalysis。
Ilookedwithamazementattheabsurdhieroglyphicsuponthepaper。
"Why,Holmes,itisachild’sdrawing,"Icried。
"Oh,that’syouridea!"
"Whatelseshoulditbe?"
"ThatiswhatMr。HiltonCubitt,ofRidingThorpeManor,Norfolk,isveryanxioustoknow。Thislittleconundrumcamebythefirstpost,andhewastofollowbythenexttrain。There’saringatthebell,Watson。Ishouldnotbeverymuchsurprisedifthiswerehe。"
Aheavystepwashearduponthestairs,andaninstantlaterthereenteredatall,ruddy,clean—shavengentleman,whosecleareyesandfloridcheekstoldofalifeledfarfromthefogsofBakerStreet。Heseemedtobringawhiffofhisstrong,fresh,bracing,east—coastairwithhimasheentered。Havingshakenhandswitheachofus,hewasabouttositdownwhenhiseyeresteduponthepaperwiththecuriousmarkings,whichIhadjustexaminedandleftuponthetable。
"Well,Mr。Holmes,whatdoyoumakeofthese?"hecried。
"Theytoldmethatyouwerefondofqueermysteries,andIdon’tthinkyoucanfindaqueereronethanthat。IsentthepaperonaheadsothatyoumighthavetimetostudyitbeforeIcame。"
"Itiscertainlyratheracuriousproduction,"saidHolmes。
"Atfirstsightitwouldappeartobesomechildishprank。
Itconsistsofanumberofabsurdlittlefiguresdancingacrossthepaperuponwhichtheyaredrawn。Whyshouldyouattributeanyimportancetosogrotesqueanobject?"
"Inevershould,Mr。Holmes。Butmywifedoes。Itisfrighteninghertodeath。Shesaysnothing,butIcanseeterrorinhereyes。
That’swhyIwanttosiftthemattertothebottom。"
Holmesheldupthepapersothatthesunlightshonefulluponit。
Itwasapagetornfromanote—book。Themarkingsweredoneinpencil,andraninthisway:——
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Holmesexamineditforsometime,andthen,foldingitcarefullyup,heplaceditinhispocket—book。
"Thispromisestobeamostinterestingandunusualcase,"saidhe。
"Yougavemeafewparticularsinyourletter,Mr。HiltonCubitt,butIshouldbeverymuchobligedifyouwouldkindlygooveritallagainforthebenefitofmyfriend,Dr。Watson。"
"I’mnotmuchofastory—teller,"saidourvisitor,nervouslyclaspingandunclaspinghisgreat,stronghands。"You’lljustaskmeanythingthatIdon’tmakeclear。I’llbeginatthetimeofmymarriagelastyear;butIwanttosayfirstofallthat,thoughI’mnotarichman,mypeoplehavebeenatRidlingThorpeforamatteroffivecenturies,andthereisnobetterknownfamilyintheCountyofNorfolk。LastyearIcameuptoLondonfortheJubilee,andIstoppedataboarding—houseinRussellSquare,becauseParker,thevicarofourparish,wasstayinginit。TherewasanAmericanyoungladythere——Patrickwasthename——ElsiePatrick。Insomewaywebecamefriends,untilbeforemymonthwasupIwasasmuchinloveasamancouldbe。
Wewerequietlymarriedataregistryoffice,andwereturnedtoNorfolkaweddedcouple。You’llthinkitverymad,Mr。Holmes,thatamanofagoodoldfamilyshouldmarryawifeinthisfashion,knowingnothingofherpastorofherpeople;butifyousawherandknewheritwouldhelpyoutounderstand。
"Shewasverystraightaboutit,wasElsie。Ican’tsaythatshedidnotgivemeeverychanceofgettingoutofitifIwishedtodoso。`Ihavehadsomeverydisagreeableassociationsinmylife,’saidshe;`Iwishtoforgetallaboutthem。Iwouldratherneveralludetothepast,foritisverypainfultome。Ifyoutakeme,Hilton,youwilltakeawomanwhohasnothingthatsheneedbepersonallyashamedof;butyouwillhavetobecontentwithmywordforit,andtoallowmetobesilentastoallthatpasseduptothetimewhenIbecameyours。
Iftheseconditionsaretoohard,thengobacktoNorfolkandleavemetothelonelylifeinwhichyoufoundme。’Itwasonlythedaybeforeourweddingthatshesaidthoseverywordstome。
ItoldherthatIwascontenttotakeheronherownterms,andIhavebeenasgoodasmyword。
"Well,wehavebeenmarriednowforayear,andveryhappywehavebeen。Butaboutamonthago,attheendofJune,Isawforthefirsttimesignsoftrouble。OnedaymywifereceivedaletterfromAmerica。IsawtheAmericanstamp。Sheturneddeadlywhite,readtheletter,andthrewitintothefire。
Shemadenoallusiontoitafterwards,andImadenone,forapromiseisapromise;butshehasneverknownaneasyhourfromthatmoment。Thereisalwaysalookoffearuponherface——
alookasifshewerewaitingandexpecting。Shewoulddobettertotrustme。ShewouldfindthatIwasherbestfriend。
ButuntilshespeaksIcansaynothing。Mindyou,sheisatruthfulwoman,Mr。Holmes,andwhatevertroubletheremayhavebeeninherpastlifeithasbeennofaultofhers。IamonlyasimpleNorfolksquire,butthereisnotamaninEnglandwhorankshisfamilyhonourmorehighlythanIdo。Sheknowsitwell,andsheknewitwellbeforeshemarriedme。Shewouldneverbringanystainuponit——ofthatIamsure。
"Well,nowIcometothequeerpartofmystory。Aboutaweekago——itwastheTuesdayoflastweek——Ifoundononeofthewindow—sillsanumberofabsurdlittledancingfigures,liketheseuponthepaper。Theywerescrawledwithchalk。Ithoughtthatitwasthestable—boywhohaddrawnthem,buttheladsworeheknewnothingaboutit。Anyhow,theyhadcomethereduringthenight。Ihadthemwashedout,andIonlymentionedthemattertomywifeafterwards。Tomysurpriseshetookitveryseriously,andbeggedmeifanymorecametoletherseethem。
Nonedidcomeforaweek,andthenyesterdaymorningIfoundthispaperlyingonthesun—dialinthegarden。IshowedittoElsie,anddownshedroppedinadeadfaint。Sincethenshehaslookedlikeawomaninadream,halfdazed,andwithterroralwayslurkinginhereyes。ItwasthenthatIwroteandsentthepapertoyou,Mr。Holmes。ItwasnotathingthatIcouldtaketothepolice,fortheywouldhavelaughedatme,butyouwilltellmewhattodo。Iamnotarichman;butifthereisanydangerthreateningmylittlewomanIwouldspendmylastcoppertoshieldher。"
Hewasafinecreature,thismanoftheoldEnglishsoil,simple,straight,andgentle,withhisgreat,earnestblueeyesandbroad,comelyface。Hisloveforhiswifeandhistrustinhershoneinhisfeatures。Holmeshadlistenedtohisstorywiththeutmostattention,andnowhesatforsometimeinsilentthought。
"Don’tyouthink,Mr。Cubitt,"saidhe,atlast,"thatyourbestplanwouldbetomakeadirectappealtoyourwife,andtoaskhertosharehersecretwithyou?"
HiltonCubittshookhismassivehead。
"Apromiseisapromise,Mr。Holmes。IfElsiewishedtotellmeshewould。Ifnot,itisnotformetoforceherconfidence。
ButIamjustifiedintakingmyownline——andIwill。"
"ThenIwillhelpyouwithallmyheart。Inthefirstplace,haveyouheardofanystrangersbeingseeninyourneighbourhood?"
"No。"
"Ipresumethatitisaveryquietplace。Anyfreshfacewouldcausecomment?"
"Intheimmediateneighbourhood,yes。Butwehaveseveralsmallwatering—placesnotveryfaraway。Andthefarmerstakeinlodgers。"
"Thesehieroglyphicshaveevidentlyameaning。Ifitisapurelyarbitraryoneitmaybeimpossibleforustosolveit。
If,ontheotherhand,itissystematic,Ihavenodoubtthatweshallgettothebottomofit。ButthisparticularsampleissoshortthatIcandonothing,andthefactswhichyouhavebroughtmearesoindefinitethatwehavenobasisforaninvestigation。IwouldsuggestthatyoureturntoNorfolk,thatyoukeepakeenlook—out,andthatyoutakeanexactcopyofanyfreshdancingmenwhichmayappear。Itisathousandpitiesthatwehavenotareproductionofthosewhichweredoneinchalkuponthewindow—sill。Makeadiscreetinquiryalsoastoanystrangersintheneighbourhood。Whenyouhavecollectedsomefreshevidencecometomeagain。ThatisthebestadvicewhichIcangiveyou,Mr。HiltonCubitt。IfthereareanypressingfreshdevelopmentsIshallbealwaysreadytorundownandseeyouinyourNorfolkhome。"
TheinterviewleftSherlockHolmesverythoughtful,andseveraltimesinthenextfewdaysIsawhimtakehisslipofpaperfromhisnote—bookandlooklongandearnestlyatthecuriousfiguresinscribeduponit。Hemadenoallusiontotheaffair,however,untiloneafternoonafortnightorsolater。Iwasgoingoutwhenhecalledmeback。
"Youhadbetterstayhere,Watson。"
"Why?"
"BecauseIhadawirefromHiltonCubittthismorning——yourememberHiltonCubitt,ofthedancingmen?HewastoreachLiverpoolStreetatone—twenty。Hemaybehereatanymoment。
Igatherfromhiswirethattherehavebeensomenewincidentsofimportance。"
Wehadnotlongtowait,forourNorfolksquirecamestraightfromthestationasfastasahansomcouldbringhim。Hewaslookingworriedanddepressed,withtiredeyesandalinedforehead。
"It’sgettingonmynerves,thisbusiness,Mr。Holmes,"saidhe,ashesank,likeaweariedman,intoanarm—chair。"It’sbadenoughtofeelthatyouaresurroundedbyunseen,unknownfolk,whohavesomekindofdesignuponyou;butwhen,inadditiontothat,youknowthatitisjustkillingyourwifebyinches,thenitbecomesasmuchasfleshandbloodcanendure。She’swearingawayunderit——justwearingawaybeforemyeyes。"
"Hasshesaidanythingyet?"
"No,Mr。Holmes,shehasnot。Andyettherehavebeentimeswhenthepoorgirlhaswantedtospeak,andyetcouldnotquitebringherselftotaketheplunge。Ihavetriedtohelpher;
butIdaresayIdiditclumsily,andscaredherofffromit。
Shehasspokenaboutmyoldfamily,andourreputationinthecounty,andourprideinourunsulliedhonour,andIalwaysfeltitwasleadingtothepoint;butsomehowitturnedoffbeforewegotthere。"
"Butyouhavefoundoutsomethingforyourself?"
"Agooddeal,Mr。Holmes。Ihaveseveralfreshdancingmenpicturesforyoutoexamine,and,whatismoreimportant,Ihaveseenthefellow。"
"What,themanwhodrawsthem?"
"Yes,Isawhimathiswork。ButIwilltellyoueverythinginorder。WhenIgotbackaftermyvisittoyou,theveryfirstthingIsawnextmorningwasafreshcropofdancingmen。
Theyhadbeendrawninchalkupontheblackwoodendoorofthetool—house,whichstandsbesidethelawninfullviewofthefrontwindows。Itookanexactcopy,andhereitis。"
Heunfoldedapaperandlaidituponthetable。Hereisacopyofthehieroglyphics:——
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"Excellent!"saidHolmes。"Excellent!Praycontinue。"
"WhenIhadtakenthecopyIrubbedoutthemarks;
buttwomorningslaterafreshinscriptionhadappeared。
Ihaveacopyofithere":——
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Holmesrubbedhishandsandchuckledwithdelight。
"Ourmaterialisrapidlyaccumulating,"saidhe。
"Threedayslateramessagewasleftscrawleduponpaper,andplacedunderapebbleuponthesun—dial。Hereitis。
Thecharactersare,asyousee,exactlythesameasthelastone。
AfterthatIdeterminedtolieinwait;soIgotoutmyrevolverandIsatupinmystudy,whichoverlooksthelawnandgarden。
AbouttwointhemorningIwasseatedbythewindow,allbeingdarksaveforthemoonlightoutside,whenIheardstepsbehindme,andtherewasmywifeinherdressing—gown。Sheimploredmetocometobed。ItoldherfranklythatIwishedtoseewhoitwaswhoplayedsuchabsurdtricksuponus。Sheansweredthatitwassomesenselesspracticaljoke,andthatIshouldnottakeanynoticeofit。
"`Ifitreallyannoysyou,Hilton,wemightgoandtravel,youandI,andsoavoidthisnuisance。’
"`What,bedrivenoutofourownhousebyapracticaljoker?’
saidI。`Why,weshouldhavethewholecountylaughingatus。’
"`Well,cometobed,’saidshe,`andwecandiscussitinthemorning。’
"Suddenly,asshespoke,Isawherwhitefacegrowwhiteryetinthemoonlight,andherhandtighteneduponmyshoulder。
Somethingwasmovingintheshadowofthetool—house。Isawadark,creepingfigurewhichcrawledroundthecornerandsquattedinfrontofthedoor。SeizingmypistolIwasrushingout,whenmywifethrewherarmsroundmeandheldmewithconvulsivestrength。Itriedtothrowheroff,butsheclungtomemostdesperately。AtlastIgotclear,butbythetimeIhadopenedthedoorandreachedthehousethecreaturewasgone。
Hehadleftatraceofhispresence,however,forthereonthedoorwastheverysamearrangementofdancingmenwhichhadalreadytwiceappeared,andwhichIhavecopiedonthatpaper。
Therewasnoothersignofthefellowanywhere,thoughIranalloverthegrounds。Andyettheamazingthingisthathemusthavebeenthereallthetime,forwhenIexaminedthedooragaininthemorninghehadscrawledsomemoreofhispicturesunderthelinewhichIhadalreadyseen。"
"Haveyouthatfreshdrawing?"
"Yes;itisveryshort,butImadeacopyofit,andhereitis。"
Againheproducedapaper。Thenewdancewasinthisform:——
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"Tellme,"saidHolmes——andIcouldseebyhiseyesthathewasmuchexcited——"wasthisamereadditiontothefirst,ordiditappeartobeentirelyseparate?"
"Itwasonadifferentpanelofthedoor。"
"Excellent!Thisisfarthemostimportantofallforourpurpose。Itfillsmewithhopes。Now,Mr。HiltonCubitt,pleasecontinueyourmostinterestingstatement。"
"Ihavenothingmoretosay,Mr。Holmes,exceptthatIwasangrywithmywifethatnightforhavingheldmebackwhenImighthavecaughttheskulkingrascal。ShesaidthatshefearedthatImightcometoharm。ForaninstantithadcrossedmymindthatperhapswhatshereallyfearedwasthatHEmightcometoharm,forIcouldnotdoubtthatsheknewwhothismanwasandwhathemeantbythesestrangesignals。Butthereisatoneinmywife’svoice,Mr。Holmes,andalookinhereyeswhichforbiddoubt,andIamsurethatitwasindeedmyownsafetythatwasinhermind。There’sthewholecase,andnowIwantyouradviceastowhatIoughttodo。Myowninclinationistoputhalf—a—dozenofmyfarmladsintheshrubbery,andwhenthisfellowcomesagaintogivehimsuchahidingthathewillleaveusinpeaceforthefuture。"
"Ifearitistoodeepacaseforsuchsimpleremedies,"
saidHolmes。"HowlongcanyoustayinLondon?"
"Imustgobackto—day。Iwouldnotleavemywifealoneallnightforanything。Sheisverynervousandbeggedmetocomeback。"
"Idaresayyouareright。ButifyoucouldhavestoppedI
mightpossiblyhavebeenabletoreturnwithyouinadayortwo。Meanwhileyouwillleavemethesepapers,andIthinkthatitisverylikelythatIshallbeabletopayyouavisitshortlyandtothrowsomelightuponyourcase。"
SherlockHolmespreservedhiscalmprofessionalmanneruntilourvisitorhadleftus,althoughitwaseasyforme,whoknewhimsowell,toseethathewasprofoundlyexcited。ThemomentthatHiltonCubitt’sbroadbackhaddisappearedthroughthedoormycomraderushedtothetable,laidoutalltheslipsofpapercontainingdancingmeninfrontofhim,andthrewhimselfintoanintricateandelaboratecalculation。FortwohoursIwatchedhimashecoveredsheetaftersheetofpaperwithfiguresandletters,socompletelyabsorbedinhistaskthathehadevidentlyforgottenmypresence。Sometimeshewasmakingprogressandwhistledandsangathiswork;sometimeshewaspuzzled,andwouldsitforlongspellswithafurrowedbrowandavacanteye。Finallyhesprangfromhischairwithacryofsatisfaction,andwalkedupanddowntheroomrubbinghishandstogether。Thenhewrotealongtelegramuponacableform。"IfmyanswertothisisasIhope,youwillhaveaveryprettycasetoaddtoyourcollection,Watson,"saidhe。"IexpectthatweshallbeabletogodowntoNorfolkto—morrow,andtotakeourfriendsomeverydefinitenewsastothesecretofhisannoyance。"
IconfessthatIwasfilledwithcuriosity,butIwasawarethatHolmeslikedtomakehisdisclosuresathisowntimeandinhisownway;soIwaiteduntilitshouldsuithimtotakemeintohisconfidence。
Buttherewasadelayinthatansweringtelegram,andtwodaysofimpatiencefollowed,duringwhichHolmesprickeduphisearsateveryringofthebell。OntheeveningofthesecondtherecamealetterfromHiltonCubitt。Allwasquietwithhim,savethatalonginscriptionhadappearedthatmorninguponthepedestalofthesun—dial。Heinclosedacopyofit,whichisherereproduced:——
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Holmesbentoverthisgrotesquefriezeforsomeminutes,andthensuddenlysprangtohisfeetwithanexclamationofsurpriseanddismay。Hisfacewashaggardwithanxiety。
"Wehaveletthisaffairgofarenough,"saidhe。
"IsthereatraintoNorthWalshamto—night?"
Iturnedupthetime—table。Thelasthadjustgone。
"Thenweshallbreakfastearlyandtaketheveryfirstinthemorning,"saidHolmes。"Ourpresenceismosturgentlyneeded。
Ah!hereisourexpectedcablegram。Onemoment,Mrs。Hudson;
theremaybeananswer。No,thatisquiteasIexpected。
ThismessagemakesitevenmoreessentialthatweshouldnotloseanhourinlettingHiltonCubittknowhowmattersstand,foritisasingularandadangerouswebinwhichoursimpleNorfolksquireisentangled。"
So,indeed,itproved,andasIcometothedarkconclusionofastorywhichhadseemedtometobeonlychildishandbizarreIexperienceonceagainthedismayandhorrorwithwhichIwasfilled。WouldthatIhadsomebrighterendingtocommunicatetomyreaders,butthesearethechroniclesoffact,andImustfollowtotheirdarkcrisisthestrangechainofeventswhichforsomedaysmadeRidlingThorpeManorahouseholdwordthroughthelengthandbreadthofEngland。
WehadhardlyalightedatNorthWalsham,andmentionedthenameofourdestination,whenthestation—masterhurriedtowardsus。
"IsupposethatyouarethedetectivesfromLondon?"saidhe。
AlookofannoyancepassedoverHolmes’sface。
"Whatmakesyouthinksuchathing?"
"BecauseInspectorMartinfromNorwichhasjustpassedthrough。
Butmaybeyouarethesurgeons。She’snotdead——orwasn’tbylastaccounts。Youmaybeintimetosaveheryet——thoughitbeforthegallows。"
Holmes’sbrowwasdarkwithanxiety。
"WearegoingtoRidlingThorpeManor,"saidhe,"butwehaveheardnothingofwhathaspassedthere。"
"It’saterriblebusiness,"saidthestation—master。"Theyareshot,bothMr。HiltonCubittandhiswife。Sheshothimandthenherself——sotheservantssay。He’sdeadandherlifeisdespairedof。Dear,dear,oneoftheoldestfamiliesintheCountyofNorfolk,andoneofthemosthonoured。"
WithoutawordHolmeshurriedtoacarriage,andduringthelongsevenmiles’driveheneveropenedhismouth。SeldomhaveI
seenhimsoutterlydespondent。Hehadbeenuneasyduringallourjourneyfromtown,andIhadobservedthathehadturnedoverthemorningpaperswithanxiousattention;butnowthissuddenrealizationofhisworstfearslefthiminablankmelancholy。Heleanedbackinhisseat,lostingloomyspeculation。Yettherewasmucharoundtointerestus,forwewerepassingthroughassingularacountry—sideasanyinEngland,whereafewscatteredcottagesrepresentedthepopulationofto—day,whileoneveryhandenormoussquare—toweredchurchesbristledupfromtheflat,greenlandscapeandtoldofthegloryandprosperityofoldEastAnglia。AtlastthevioletrimoftheGermanOceanappearedoverthegreenedgeoftheNorfolkcoast,andthedriverpointedwithhiswhiptotwooldbrickandtimbergableswhichprojectedfromagroveoftrees。"That’sRidlingThorpeManor,"saidhe。
AswedroveuptotheporticoedfrontdoorIobservedinfrontofit,besidethetennislawn,theblacktool—houseandthepedestalledsun—dialwithwhichwehadsuchstrangeassociations。
Adapperlittleman,withaquick,alertmannerandawaxedmoustache,hadjustdescendedfromahighdog—cart。
HeintroducedhimselfasInspectorMartin,oftheNorfolkConstabulary,andhewasconsiderablyastonishedwhenheheardthenameofmycompanion。
"Why,Mr。Holmes,thecrimewasonlycommittedatthreethismorning。HowcouldyouhearofitinLondonandgettothespotassoonasI?"
"Ianticipatedit。Icameinthehopeofpreventingit。"
"Thenyoumusthaveimportantevidenceofwhichweareignorant,fortheyweresaidtobeamostunitedcouple。"
"Ihaveonlytheevidenceofthedancingmen,"saidHolmes。
"Iwillexplainthemattertoyoulater。Meanwhile,sinceitistoolatetopreventthistragedy,IamveryanxiousthatI
shouldusetheknowledgewhichIpossessinordertoensurethatjusticebedone。Willyouassociatemeinyourinvestigation,orwillyoupreferthatIshouldactindependently?"
"Ishouldbeproudtofeelthatwewereactingtogether,Mr。Holmes,"saidtheinspector,earnestly。
"InthatcaseIshouldbegladtoheartheevidenceandtoexaminethepremiseswithoutaninstantofunnecessarydelay。"
InspectorMartinhadthegoodsensetoallowmyfriendtodothingsinhisownfashion,andcontentedhimselfwithcarefullynotingtheresults。Thelocalsurgeon,anold,white—hairedman,hadjustcomedownfromMrs。HiltonCubitt’sroom,andhereportedthatherinjurieswereserious,butnotnecessarilyfatal。Thebullethadpassedthroughthefrontofherbrain,anditwouldprobablybesometimebeforeshecouldregainconsciousness。Onthequestionofwhethershehadbeenshotorhadshotherselfhewouldnotventuretoexpressanydecidedopinion。Certainlythebullethadbeendischargedatveryclosequarters。Therewasonlytheonepistolfoundintheroom,twobarrelsofwhichhadbeenemptied。Mr。HiltonCubitthadbeenshotthroughtheheart。Itwasequallyconceivablethathehadshotherandthenhimself,orthatshehadbeenthecriminal,fortherevolverlayuponthefloormidwaybetweenthem。
"Hashebeenmoved?"askedHolmes。
"Wehavemovednothingexceptthelady。Wecouldnotleaveherlyingwoundeduponthefloor。"