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           "Yes,"saidheinanswertomyglance,"Ishouldsay,fromwhatwehaveheard,thatwearedealingwithaparticularlydangerousgang."

           ItwasalmostdarkbeforewefoundourselvesinPallMall,attheroomsofMr.Melas.Agentlemanhadjustcalledforhim,andhewasgone.

           "Canyoutellmewhere?"askedMycroftHolmes.

           "Idon’tknow,sir,"answeredthewomanwhohadopenedthedoor;"Ionlyknowthathedroveawaywiththegentlemaninacarriage."

           "Didthegentlemangiveaname?"

           "No,sir."

           "Hewasn’tatall,handsome,darkyoungman?"

           "Oh,no,sir.Hewasalittlegentleman,withglasses,thinintheface,butverypleasantinhisways,forhewaslaughingallthetimethathewastalking."

           "Comealong!"criedSherlockHolmesabruptly."Thisgrowsserious,"heobservedaswedrovetoScotlandYard."ThesemenhavegotholdofMelasagain.Heisamanofnophysicalcourage,astheyarewellawarefromtheirexperiencetheothernight.Thisvillainwasabletoterrorizehimtheinstantthathegotintohispresence.Nodoubttheywanthisprofessionalservices,but,havingusedhim,theymaybeinclinedtopunishhimforwhattheywillregardashistreachery."

           Ourhopewasthat,bytakingtrain,wemightgettoBeckenhamassoonasorsoonerthanthecarriage.