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wnsrϷַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Have you informed the police?""Yes."

"Well, Mr. Holmes, have you proved us to be wrong yet? Have youfound your tramp?" he cried.

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"'Surely, there are classified lists?' I suggested.

"I want to speak to Dr. Shlessinger," said Holmes.

"Excellent, Watson! You are scintillating this evening. The idea didcross my mind. There is, as you may have observed, a bicycle shop nextto our inn. Into this I rushed, engaged a bicycle, and was able to getstarted before the carriage was quite out of sight. I rapidly overtookit, and then, keeping at a discreet distance of a hundred yards or so,I followed its lights until we were clear of the town. We had got wellout on the country road, when a somewhat mortifying incident occurred.The carriage stopped, the doctor alighted, walked swiftly back towhere I had also halted, and told me in an excellent sardonicfashion that he feared the road was narrow, and that he hoped hiscarriage did not impede the passage of my bicycle. Nothing couldhave been more admirable than his way of putting it. I at once rodepast the carriage, and, keeping to the main road, I went on for afew miles, and then halted in a convenient place to see if thecarriage passed. There was no sign of it, however, and so it becameevident that it had turned down one of several side roads which Ihad observed. I rode back, but again saw nothing of the carriage,and now, as you perceive, it has returned after me. Of course, I hadat the outset no particular reason to connect these journeys withthe disappearance of Godfrey Staunton, and was only inclined toinvestigate them on the general grounds that everything which concernsDr. Armstrong is at present of interest to us, but, now that I find hekeeps so keen a look-out upon anyone who may follow him on theseexcursions, the affair appears more important, and I shall not besatisfied until I have made the matter clear."

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"'Well, I hope to goodness the house won't be burgled during thenight,' said he.<"I think, Count, that it would be as well to have your friend Sam atthis conference. After all, his interests should be represented.Billy, you will see a large and ugly gentleman outside the front door.Ask him to come up."

"Very. But will he see it?"

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Lestrade shot an angry glance at my companion. "I suppose you knowall about it" he snarled.

"Exactly."

<"Please God you may! If you will excuse me, gentlemen, I will goup to my wife's room and see if there has been any change."He was away some minutes, during which Holmes resumed hisexamination of the curiosities upon the wall. When our host returnedit was clear from his downcast face that he had made no progress. Hebrought with him a tall, slim, brownfaced girl."Oh, come, it may prove to be something of interest, after all.""Not social, then?"

"If you can call upon me at my Baker Street rooms to-morrowmorning between nine and ten I shall be happy to do what I can to makeit clearer. I understand that you give me carte blanche to act foryou, provided only that I get back the gems, and that you place nolimit on the sum I may draw."

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<"'Why do you think that I lock this door?'The mention of my friend's name had an extraordinary effect upon thelittle man. The look of anger passed in an instant from his face.His features became tense and alert.

I nodded to show that I had heard.

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