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Page 68
"What was this William doing there? Did he say
anything before he died?"
"Not a word. He lives at the lodge with his mother,
and as he was a very faithful fellow we imagine that
he walked up to the house with the intention of seeing
that all was right there. Of course this Acton
business has put every one on their guard. The robber
must have just burst open the door--the lock has been
forced--when William came upon him."
"Did William say anything to his mother before going
out?"
"She is very old and deaf, and we can get no
information from her. The shock has made her
half-witted, but I understand that she was never very
bright. There is one very important circumstance,
however. Look at this!"
He took a small piece of torn paper from a note-book
and spread it out upon his knee.
"This was found between the finger and thumb of the
dead man. It appears to be a fragment torn from a
larger sheet. You will observe that the hour
mentioned upon it is the very time at which the poor
fellow met his fate. You see that his murderer might
have torn the rest of the sheet from him or he might
have taken this fragment from the murderer. It reads
almost as though it were an appointment."
Holmes took up the scrap of paper, a fac-simile of
which is here reproduced.
d at quarter to twelve
learn what
maybe
"Presuming that it is an appointment," continued the
Inspector, "it is of course a conceivable theory that
this William Kirwan--though he had the reputation of
being an honest man, may have been in league with the
thief. He may have met him there, may even have
helped him to break in the door, and then they may
have fallen out between themselves."
"This writing is of extraordinary interest," said
Holmes, who had been examining it with intense
concentration. "These are much deeper waters than I
had though." He sank his head upon his hands, while
the Inspector smiled at the effect which his case had
had upon the famous London specialist.
"Your last remark," said Holmes, presently, "as to the
possibility of there being an understanding between
the burglar and the servant, and this being a note of
appointment from one to the other, is an ingenious and
not entirely impossible supposition. But this writing
opens up--" He sank his head into his hands again and
remained for some minutes in the deepest thought.
When he raised his face again, I was surprised to see
that his cheek was tinged with color, and his eyes as
bright as before his illness. He sprang to his feet
with all his old energy.
"I'll tell you what," said he, "I should like to have
a quiet little glance into the details of this case.
There is something in it which fascinates me
extremely. If you will permit me, Colonel, I will
leave my friend Watson and you, and I will step round
with the Inspector to test the truth of one or two
little fancies of mine. I will be with you again in
half an hour."
An hour and half had elapsed before the Inspector
returned alone.
"Mr. Holmes is walking up and down in the field
outside," said he. "He wants us all four to go up to
the house together."
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