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The Adventure of the Abbey Grange
Thesedetailsonlystruckourattentionafterwards,forourthoughtswereentirelyabsorbedbytheterribleobjectwhichlayuponthetigerskinhearthruginfrontofthefire.
Itwasthebodyofatall,well-mademan,aboutfortyyearsofage.Helayuponhisback,hisfaceupturned,withhiswhiteteethgrinningthroughhisshort,blackbeard.Histwoclenchedhandswereraisedabovehishead,andaheavy,blackthornsticklayacrossthem.Hisdark,handsome,aquilinefeatureswereconvulsedintoaspasmofvindictivehatred,whichhadsethisdeadfaceinaterriblyfiendishexpression.Hehadevidentlybeeninhisbedwhenthealarmhadbrokenout,forheworeafoppish,embroiderednightshirt,andhisbarefeetprojectedfromhistrousers.Hisheadwashorriblyinjured,andthewholeroomborewitnesstothesavageferocityoftheblowwhichhadstruckhimdown.Besidehimlaytheheavypoker,bentintoacurvebytheconcussion.Holmesexaminedbothitandtheindescribablewreckwhichithadwrought.
“Hemustbeapowerfulman,thiselderRandall,”heremarked.
“Yes,”saidHopkins.“Ihavesomerecordofthefellow,andheisaroughcustomer.”
“Youshouldhavenodifficultyingettinghim.”
“Nottheslightest.Wehavebeenonthelook-outforhim,andtherewassomeideathathehadgotawaytoAmerica.Nowthatweknowthatthegangarehere,Idon’tseehowtheycanescape.Wehavethenewsateveryseaportalready,andarewardwillbeofferedbeforeevening.
