4. Sherlock Holmes came to the conclusion that no one could get into Julia’s room…
5. He said it in such… that nobody understood him.
6. A crowd gathered around a house on fire. They heard cries…, but no one went into the fire.
7. If anyone can do the work…, it’s him. Let him be responsible for it.
Our client had hurried forward to meet us with joy. “I have been waiting for you,” she cried, shaking hands with us warmly. “Dr. Roylott has gone to town, and it is not likely that he will be back before evening.”
“We have had the pleasure of making the doctor’s acquaintance[19],” said Holmes, and in a few words he told her what had occurred. Miss Stoner turned white as she listened.
“Good heavens!”[20] she cried, “he has followed me, then.”
“So it seems.”
“What will he say when he returns?”
“You must lock yourself up from him to-night. If he does anything to you, we shall take you away to your aunt. Now, you must take us at once to the rooms which we have come to examine.”
The building was gray. Most part of it was a ruin. Holmes examined with great attention the outsides of the windows.
“Is this the window of the room in which you used to sleep[21], the central one of your sister’s, and the next of Dr. Roylott’s room?”
“Yes. But I am now sleeping in the middle room.”
“There are some repairs, as I understand. By the way, I cannot see any very pressing need for repairs in this part of the house.”
“You are right. I believe that it was an excuse to move me from my room.”
“Ah! that is interesting. These three rooms open into a corridor. There are windows in it, of course?”
“Yes, but very small ones. Too small for anyone to get in.”
“As you both locked your doors at night, no one could get into your rooms from that side. Now, go into your room and shut your window.”
Miss Stoner did so, and Holmes, after a careful examination, attempted in every way to force the window open, but without any result. “Hum!” said he, “No one could get into the room from here. Well, we shall see if the inside throws any light upon the matter.”
We went to the corridor from which the three bedrooms opened. We passed at once to the second room, in which Miss Stoner was now sleeping, and in which her sister had met her end. It was a little room, with a low ceiling and a big fireplace, like in many old country-houses. Holmes drew one of the chairs into a corner and sat silent, while his eyes travelled round and round the room.