fleshless nose, gave him somewhat the resemblance to a fierce old bird
of prey.
Which of you is Holmes? asked this apparition.
My name, sir; but you have the advantage of me, said my companion
quietly.
I am Dr. Grimesby Roylott, of Stoke Moran.
Indeed, Doctor, said Holmes blandly. Pray take a seat.
I will do nothing of the kind. My stepdaughter has been here. I have
traced her. What has she been saying to you?
It is a little cold for the time of the year, said Holmes.
What has she been saying to you? screamed the old man furiously.
But I have heard that the crocuses promise well, continued my
companion imperturbably.
Ha! You put me off, do you? said our new visitor, taking a step
forward and shaking his hunting-crop. I know you, you scoundrel! I
have heard of you before. You are Holmes, the meddler.
My friend smiled.
Holmes, the busybody!
His smile broadened.
Holmes, the Scotland Yard Jack-in-office!
Holmes chuckled heartily. Your conversation is most entertaining,
said he. When you go out close the door, for there is a decided
draught.
I will go when I have had my say. Don t you dare to meddle with my
affairs. I know that Miss Stoner has been here. I traced her! I am a
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