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           StrakertellsusthatDerbyshirewasafriendofherhusband’sandthatoccasionallyhisletterswereaddressedhere."

           "MadameDerbyshirehadsomewhatexpensivetastes,"remarkedHolmes,glancingdowntheaccount."Twenty-twoguineasisratherheavyforasinglecostume.However,thereappearstobenothingmoretolearn,andwemaynowgodowntothesceneofthecrime."

           Asweemergedfromthesitting-roomawoman,whohadbeenwaitinginthepassage,tookastepforwardandlaidherhandupontheinspector’ssleeve.Herfacewashaggardandthinandeager,stampedwiththeprintofarecenthorror.

           "Haveyougotthem?Haveyoufoundthem?"shepanted.

           "No,Mrs.Straker.ButMr.HolmesherehascomefromLondontohelpus,andweshalldoallthatispossible."

           "SurelyImetyouinPlymouthatagarden-partysomelittletimeago,Mrs.Straker?"saidHolmes.

           "No,sir;youaremistaken."

           "Dearme!Why,Icouldhavesworntoit.Youworeacostumeofdove-colouredsilkwithostrich-feathertrimming."

           "Ineverhadsuchadress,sir,"answeredthelady.

           "Ah,thatquitesettlesit,"saidHolmes.Andwithanapologyhefollowedtheinspectoroutside.Ashortwalkacrossthemoortookustothehollowinwhichthebodyhadbeenfound.Atthebrinkofitwasthefurze-bushuponwhichthecoathadbeenhung.

           "Therewasnowindthatnight,Iunderstand,"saidHolmes.