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           "Youhavesavedusalongwalk,whichwouldhavebroughtusbackonourowntraces.Letusfollowthereturntrack."

           Wehadnottogofar.ItendedatthepavingofasphaltwhichleduptothegatesoftheMapletonstables.Asweapproached,agroomranoutfromthem.

           "Wedon’twantanyloiterersabouthere,"saidhe.

           "Ionlywishedtoaskaquestion,"saidHolmes,withhisfingerandthumbinhiswaistcoatpocket."ShouldIbetooearlytoseeyourmaster,Mr.SilasBrown,ifIweretocallatfiveo’clockto-morrowmorning?"

           "Blessyou,sir,ifanyoneisabouthewillbe,forheisalwaysthefirststirring.Buthereheis,sir,toansweryourquestionsforhimself.No,sir,no,itisasmuchasmyplaceisworthtolethimseemetouchyourmoney.Afterwards,ifyoulike."

           AsSherlockHolmesreplacedthehalf-crownwhichhehaddrawnfromhispocket,afierce-lookingelderlymanstrodeoutfromthegatewithahunting-cropswinginginhishand.

           "What’sthis,Dawson!"hecried."Nogossiping!Goaboutyourbusiness!Andyou,whatthedevildoyouwanthere?"

           "Tenminutes"talkwithyou,mygoodsir,"saidHolmesinthesweetestofvoices.

           "I’venotimetotalktoeverygadabout.Wewantnostrangershere.Beoff,oryoumayfindadogatyourheels."

           Holmesleanedforwardandwhisperedsomethinginthetrainer’sear.Hestartedviolentlyandflushedtothetemples.