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"
Yes
.
He
will
probably
be
here
in
a
few
minutes
.
Open
the
door
slightly
.
That
will
do
.
Now
put
the
key
on
the
inside
.
Thank
you
!
This
is
a
queer
old
book
I
picked
up
at
a
stall
yesterday
--
'
De
Jure
inter
Gentes
'
--
published
in
Latin
at
Liege
in
the
Lowlands
,
in
1642
.
Charles
'
head
was
still
firm
on
his
shoulders
when
this
little
brown-backed
volume
was
struck
off
.
"
"
Who
is
the
printer
?
"
"
Philippe
de
Croy
,
whoever
he
may
have
been
.
On
the
fly-leaf
,
in
very
faded
ink
,
is
written
'
Ex
libris
Guliolmi
Whyte
.
'
I
wonder
who
William
Whyte
was
.
Some
pragmatical
seventeenth
century
lawyer
,
I
suppose
.
His
writing
has
a
legal
twist
about
it
.
Here
comes
our
man
,
I
think
.
"
As
he
spoke
there
was
a
sharp
ring
at
the
bell
.
Sherlock
Holmes
rose
softly
and
moved
his
chair
in
the
direction
of
the
door
.
We
heard
the
servant
pass
along
the
hall
,
and
the
sharp
click
of
the
latch
as
she
opened
it
.
"
Does
Dr.
Watson
live
here
?
"
asked
a
clear
but
rather
harsh
voice
.
We
could
not
hear
the
servant
's
reply
,
but
the
door
closed
,
and
some
one
began
to
ascend
the
stairs
.
The
footfall
was
an
uncertain
and
shuffling
one
.
A
look
of
surprise
passed
over
the
face
of
my
companion
as
he
listened
to
it
.
It
came
slowly
along
the
passage
,
and
there
was
a
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
appeared
to
be
dazzled
by
the
sudden
blaze
of
light
,
and
after
dropping
a
curtsey
,
she
stood
blinking
at
us
with
her
bleared
eyes
and
fumbling
in
her
pocket
with
nervous
,
shaky
fingers
.
I
glanced
at
my
companion
,
and
his
face
had
assumed
such
a
disconsolate
expression
that
it
was
all
I
could
do
to
keep
my
countenance
.
The
old
crone
drew
out
an
evening
paper
,
and
pointed
at
our
advertisement
.
"
It
's
this
as
has
brought
me
,
good
gentlemen
,
"
she
said
,
dropping
another
curtsey
;
"
a
gold
wedding
ring
in
the
Brixton
Road
.
It
belongs
to
my
girl
Sally
,
as
was
married
only
this
time
twelvemonth
,
which
her
husband
is
steward
aboard
a
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
.
If
it
please
you
,
she
went
to
the
circus
last
night
along
with
--
--
"
