rain to lengthen out into the long swash of the sea waves. My wife was
on a visit to her mother s, and for a few days I was a dweller once
more in my old quarters at Baker Street.
Why, said I, glancing up at my companion, that was surely the bell.
Who could come to-night? Some friend of yours, perhaps?
Except yourself I have none, he answered. I do not encourage
visitors.
A client, then?
If so, it is a serious case. Nothing less would bring a man out on
such a day and at such an hour. But I take it that it is more likely to
be some crony of the landlady s.
Sherlock Holmes was wrong in his conjecture, however, for there came a
step in the passage and a tapping at the door. He stretched out his
long arm to turn the lamp away from himself and towards the vacant
chair upon which a newcomer must sit.
Come in! said he.
The man who entered was young, some two-and-twenty at the outside,
well-groomed and trimly clad, with something of refinement and delicacy
in his bearing. The streaming umbrella which he held in his hand, and
his long shining waterproof told of the fierce weather through which he
had come. He looked about him anxiously in the glare of the lamp, and I
could see that his face was pale and his eyes heavy, like those of a
man who is weighed down with some great anxiety.
I owe you an apology, he said, raising his golden pince-nez to his
eyes. I trust that I am not intruding. I fear that I have brought some
traces of the storm and rain into your snug chamber.
Give me your coat and umbrella, said Holmes. They may rest here on
the hook and will be dry presently. You have come up from the
south-west, I see.
Yes, from Horsham.
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