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The Reigate Puzzle
Icouldtellfromhisexpressionthathewasonahotscent,andyetIcouldnotintheleastimagineinwhatdirectionhisinferenceswereleadinghim.
"Mygoodsir,"saidMr.Cunningham,withsomeimpatience,"thisissurelyveryunnecessary.Thatismyroomattheendofthestairs,andmyson’sistheonebeyondit.Ileaveittoyourjudgmentwhetheritwaspossibleforthethieftohavecomeupherewithoutdisturbingus."
"Youmusttryroundandgetonafreshscent,Ifancy,"saidthesonwitharathermalicioussmile.
"Still,Imustaskyoutohumourmealittlefurther.Ishouldlike,forexample,toseehowfarthewindowsofthebedroomscommandthefront.This,Iunderstand,isyourson’sroom"—hepushedopenthedoor—"andthat,Ipresumeisthedressing-roominwhichhesatsmokingwhenthealarmwasgiven.Wheredoesthewindowofthatlookoutto?"Hesteppedacrossthebedroom,pushedopenthedoor,andglancedroundtheotherchamber.
"Ihopethatyouaresatisfiednow?"saidMr.Cunninghamtartly.
"Thankyou,IthinkIhaveseenallthatIwished."
"Thenifitisreallynecessarywecangointomyroom."
"Ifitisnottoomuchtrouble."
TheJ.P.shruggedhisshouldersandledthewayintohisownchamber,whichwasaplainlyfurnishedandcommonplaceroom.Aswemovedacrossitinthedirectionofthewindow,HolmesfellbackuntilheandIwerethelastofthegroup.
