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You had better clean IL and load it.
b He will be desperate man. and though
| shall take him unawares II is as well
I 10 be ready for anything"
l went TO my bedroom and followed
+ his advice. When I returned with the
pistol the table had been cleared. and
Holmes was engaged in his favorite
occupation Of scraping upon his vio-
lin.
The plot thickens." he said. as en-
tered. 81 have just had an answer 10
NY American telegram. Ny view OF
the case is the correct one"
And that is?" I asked. eagerly.
MY fiddle would be the better for
new strings" he remarked. Put your
pistol in your pocket. When the fel-
low comes, speak to him in an ordinary
way. Leave the rest TO me Don't
frighten him by looking at him too
. hard"
1T is s O'Clock now" said, glancing
at my watch
Yes; he will probably he here in a
sew minutes. Open the dco- slightly.
That will do. Now put the key on the
inside. Thank you, This Is a queer
old book I picked Nd ut 2 stall yes-er-
day-'De Jure inter Gautas'-rub.
lished in Latin az Leige in the Low
lands in 1912. Charles head was still
firm on his shoulders when this little
brown-backad volume was struck on"
Who is the printer"
Philippe de C-oy. whoever he NAV
have been. On the ly.leaf. in verv
faded ink. is written 'Ex libris Culiol-
mi Whyte" 7 wonder who William
White was9 Some n-agma-ical sew.
o1teenth century LAWYER. I presume.
His writing has q legal twist about ii.
Here comes our MAJ. 7 think"
As he smoke there was 2 sharp ring
at the bell Sherlock Holmes rose
softly and moved his chair in the di-
. -ecrion OF the door.
We heard the servant pass along tho
hall. and the sharp click OF the latch
as she opened it.
Does Doctor vason live here9"
asked a clear but rather harsh voice
We could not hear the servants re-
My. but the door closed. and some one
began to ascen- the steps.
The football was an uncertain and
shutting one. A look of surprise passed
over the face Of my companion as he
listened TO II.
Il came slowly along the passage
and there was feeble tap at the door
Come in" I cried.
At my summons. instead OF the man
Of violence whom we expected. a very
old and wrinkled woman hobbled into
the apartment.
She aDDeared to be dazzled by the
sudden blaze Of light. and after DROP
ping q courtesy. she stood blinking al
MS with her bleared eyes and furblng
in her pocket with nervous. shaky i'm.
gers.
l glanced at nv comparison. and his
face had assumed such a iisconsnlate
expression that II was all could do
to keen my countenance.
The old crone drew out an evening
HaDar. and pointed at our advertise.
ment.
It's this as has brought me. good
/ gentlemen" she said. dropping another
courtesy: "a gold wedding ring in the
BTtXLOn road. Ii belongs TO ny girl.
Sally, as was married only this time
-welyemonth. which her husband is
steward aboard q Union boat. and
what he'd say if he come 'ome and
found her without her ring is more
than I can think he being short
enough at the best O. times. but more
/ especially when he has the drink. II
it pleases you, she went to the circus
last night along with"
rs that her ring" I asked.
The Lord be thanked" cried the
old woman. Sally will be glad
woman this night That's the ring"
| And what may your address be-"
inquired. taking up a pencil.
"l3 Duncan street, Houndsditch. A
weary way from here"
The Brixton road does not lie be-
tween any circus and Houndsditch, I"
said Sherlock Holmes, sharply.
The old woman faced around and
looked keenly at him from her little
red-rimmed eyes.
/ THE gentleman asked me for my ad-
/ dress" she said. Sally lives in lodg-
ings at Mayfield place, Peckham."
/ And your name is"
My name is Sawyer-hers is Den
mis-, which Tom Dennis married her
/ and a smart, clean lad, too, as long as
| he's at sea, and no steward in the
company more thought Of; but when
| on shore. what with the women and
what with liquor shops"
Here is your ring, Mrs Sawyer"
! interrupted in obedience to a sign from
my companion; 1T clearly belongs TO
your daughter. and I am glad to be
able TO restore it to the rightful
owner"
With many mumbled blessings and
protestations Of gratitude, the old
crone packed it away in her pocket,
and shuffied of down the stairs.
Sherlock Holmes sprang to his feet
the moment she was gone and rushed
into his room.
He returned in a few seconds en-
yeloped in an ulster and cravat.
'I'll follow her" he said, hurriedly;
she must be an accomplice, and will
lead me to him. Wait up for me-"
The hall door had hardly slammed
behind our visitor before Holmes had
descended the stair.
Looking through the window, could
see her walking feebly along the other
side, while her pursuer dogged her
some little distance behind.
Either his whole theory is incor
rect" l thought to myself, cor else
he will be led now to the heart of the