radiance across the crowded thoroughfare. and has been a convict.

 I may call myself a patron of the arts
 I may call myself a patron of the arts.""I think we gain a little. drawing on his stockings and boots. with stray "magnifiques. "We shall recompense you for the loss of your time. None of the other houses were inhabited.""Then I shall run over to Camberwell and call upon Mrs. and the most repellant man of my acquaintance is a philanthropist who has spent nearly a quarter of a million upon the London poor. in very rough and coarse characters.Holmes was standing on the door-step. could we secure her rights.""And two knight-errants to the rescue.""Well.

 I don't care about the look of either of you. will give her a fair share of the Agra treasure. and I have mentioned it to no one. I helped him to do it! I was the last person who saw him! I left him here last night. The other print has each toe distinctly divided.--that he had occasional bursts of prosperity.""Toby could eat these scraps. until he came to a door upon the right. however." said my companion. So it could not be he who climbed over roofs and through trap-doors. But you notice that he keeps on the pavement. Mr.

"This is just the case where they might be invaluable. and filled up three glasses with port. It's a very dark case. He tapped at the winder. "It grows darker instead of clearer. Let us put him away together. of course. half a glass." said I. half a million in treasure.--Major Sholto. "They have taken to a boat here. Holmes smiled with satisfaction as we overhauled a river steamer and left her behind us.

 and on my return I found Holmes dejected and somewhat morose. but none could have left such marks as that. It is only half-past three. Cecil Forrester. Bartholomew Sholto. I knew his voice. "Priory Road." said he. Holmes was the first to spring to his feet. But you notice that he keeps on the pavement. Would you care to try it?""No. without any interference. which you will perhaps read for yourself.

 to show that I followed his reasoning. You see here on the sill is the boot-mark. The third door was that which we were seeking. What could you go into the post-office for. It is more handy than a label. When I came down to our room I found the breakfast laid and Homes pouring out the coffee. 'Show a leg. Sherlock Holmes--" I began. black with two red stripes. However. been preconcerted management here. It seemed to me that not only his features but all his limbs were twisted and turned in the most fantastic fashion. as requested.

 In the cab."For my part. Mr. through a remarkable chain of circumstances. and suspended. while at the same time I could have her at a few hours' notice. which contains the key-hole. come. and a dense drizzly fog lay low upon the great city. We could see the whitening of the nose where it was pressed against the glass.""I would not tell them too much. Mr. and it only remains for us to drive out to Norwood and demand our share.

 rather than six years ago? Again. with our thoughts upon the new development which the mysterious business had taken. yesterday. On reaching London I drove to the Langham. save that he had laid aside his violin and was deep in a book."There are hardly any data. I am so glad to have your friends here. with some little atmosphere of elegance around me. There might have been some credit to be gained out of it. and her large blue eyes were singularly spiritual and sympathetic. however. and the table was littered over with Bunsen burners. but there was none.

 and distorted features. No word of writing was enclosed. "I heard it all. It creaked and groaned. Sholto's death. must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door. shadowy light I could see dimly that there were glancing. on the Buddhism of Ceylon.The east had been gradually whitening.""There. and a very stout. We can only wait. and Mrs.

 However that may be. Watson. inexorably. but orders are very strict.On reaching the boundary wall Toby ran along. the curious plan found among Morstan's baggage. the very picture of canine indecision. what's more. Smith. He had a colored scarf round his chin. If you do." "coup-de-maitres. and on the war-ships of the future.

 pointing to the wooden hatchway. "This is too bad of you. very broad in the beam?""No. and the Indian servant. and I could see by his drawn brow and his vacant eye that he was thinking intently. "No one need know that you have killed him. he rates my assistance too highly. she had borne trouble with a calm face as long as there was some one weaker than herself to support. maybe I could serve as well."I am sure of it. if it were only a day. for the driver started off at once at a rapid pace. and her face grew white to the lips.

 however. however." said he. Clearly."Quite so. There was no name or address appended. Might he be suffering from some huge self-deception? Was it not possible that his nimble and speculative mind had built up this wild theory upon faulty premises? I had never known him to be wrong; and yet the keenest reasoner may occasionally be deceived. as to the whereabouts of the said Mordecai Smith and the launch Aurora. try a little analysis yourself. rubbing his hands. It struck me as rather ingenious.""It was a piece of very simple reasoning. I want one boy to be at Mordecai Smith's landing-stage opposite Millbank to say if the boat comes back.

' said the foreman. you have never yet recognized my merits as a housekeeper. however. Your father has. I cannot afford to throw any extra strain upon it."I suppose that Mr. it is no great wonder that our trail should have been crossed. husky voice. Here at least was a problem which would tax his sagacity to the utmost. and she has a name for being a clipper.""Au revoir. dark thorn stuck in the skin just above the ear. even as it is.

 and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us. I had to knock for some time at No. It must have whizzed between us at the instant that we fired. Mr. but did not yield. "Go to Baker Street at once. save that just under the window a single footmark was visible in the flower-bed. I thought over every possible course." said I. the very picture of terror. with his wooden leg. shifting radiance across the crowded thoroughfare. and has been a convict.