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"
Our
case
is
not
complete
.
The
fellow
is
wary
and
cunning
to
the
last
degree
.
It
is
not
what
we
know
,
but
what
we
can
prove
.
If
we
make
one
false
move
the
villain
may
escape
us
yet
.
"
"
What
can
we
do
?
"
"
There
will
be
plenty
for
us
to
do
to-morrow
.
To-night
we
can
only
perform
the
last
offices
to
our
poor
friend
.
"
Together
we
made
our
way
down
the
precipitous
slope
and
approached
the
body
,
black
and
clear
against
the
silvered
stones
.
The
agony
of
those
contorted
limbs
struck
me
with
a
spasm
of
pain
and
blurred
my
eyes
with
tears
.
"
We
must
send
for
help
,
Holmes
!
We
can
not
carry
him
all
the
way
to
the
Hall
.
Good
heavens
,
are
you
mad
?
"
He
had
uttered
a
cry
and
bent
over
the
body
.
Now
he
was
dancing
and
laughing
and
wringing
my
hand
.
Could
this
be
my
stern
,
self-contained
friend
?
These
were
hidden
fires
,
indeed
!
"
A
beard
!
A
beard
!
The
man
has
a
beard
!
"
"
A
beard
?
"
"
It
is
not
the
baronet
--
it
is
--
why
,
it
is
my
neighbour
,
the
convict
!
"
With
feverish
haste
we
had
turned
the
body
over
,
and
that
dripping
beard
was
pointing
up
to
the
cold
,
clear
moon
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
about
the
beetling
forehead
,
the
sunken
animal
eyes
.
It
was
indeed
the
same
face
which
had
glared
upon
me
in
the
light
of
the
candle
from
over
the
rock
--
the
face
of
Selden
,
the
criminal
.
