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The Adventure of the Missing Three-Quarter

           Andyetthecottagewasnotdeserted,foralowsoundcametoourears—akindofdroneofmiseryanddespairwhichwasindescribablymelancholy.Holmespausedirresolute,andthenheglancedbackattheroadwhichhehadjusttraversed.Abroughamwascomingdownit,andtherecouldbenomistakingthosegreyhorses.

           “ByJove,thedoctoriscomingback!”criedHolmes.“Thatsettlesit.Weareboundtoseewhatitmeansbeforehecomes.”

           Heopenedthedoor,andwesteppedintothehall.Thedroningsoundswelledlouderuponourearsuntilitbecameonelong,deepwailofdistress.Itcamefromupstairs.Holmesdartedup,andIfollowedhim.Hepushedopenahalf-closeddoor,andwebothstoodappalledatthesightbeforeus.

           Awoman,youngandbeautiful,waslyingdeaduponthebed.Hercalmpaleface,withdim,wide-openedblueeyes,lookedupwardfromamidagreattangleofgoldenhair.Atthefootofthebed,halfsitting,halfkneeling,hisfaceburiedintheclothes,wasayoungman,whoseframewasrackedbyhissobs.Soabsorbedwashebyhisbittergrief,thatheneverlookedupuntilHolmes’shandwasonhisshoulder.

           “AreyouMr.GodfreyStaunton?”

           “Yes,yes,Iam—butyouaretoolate.Sheisdead.”

           Themanwassodazedthathecouldnotbemadetounderstandthatwewereanythingbutdoctorswhohadbeensenttohisassistance.Holmeswasendeavouringtoutterafewwordsofconsolationandtoexplainthealarmwhichhadbeencausedtohisfriendsbyhissuddendisappearancewhentherewasastepuponthestairs,andtherewastheheavy,stern,questioningfaceofDr.Armstrongatthedoor.

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