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           Inthegreathallwereseveralservants,themenstandingtogethernearthehalldoor,andthewomenclingingtogetherinthefurthercornersanddoorways.ApolicesuperintendenthadbeentalkingtoMissTrelawny;twomeninuniformandoneplain-clothesmanstoodnearhim.Asshetookmyhandimpulsivelytherewasalookofreliefinhereyes,andshegaveagentlesighofrelief.Hersalutationwassimple.

           "Iknewyouwouldcome!"

           Theclaspofthehandcanmeanagreatdeal,evenwhenitisnotintendedtomeananythingespecially.MissTrelawny’shandsomehowbecamelostinmyown.Itwasnotthatitwasasmallhand;itwasfineandflexible,withlongdelicatefingers—arareandbeautifulhand;itwastheunconsciousself-surrender.AndthoughatthemomentIcouldnotdwellonthecauseofthethrillwhichsweptme,itcamebacktomelater.

           Sheturnedandsaidtothepolicesuperintendent:

           "ThisisMr.MalcolmRoss."Thepoliceofficersalutedasheanswered:

           "IknowMr.MalcolmRoss,miss.PerhapshewillrememberIhadthehonourofworkingwithhimintheBrixtonCoiningcase."Ihadnotatfirstglancenoticedwhoitwas,mywholeattentionhavingbeentakenwithMissTrelawny.

           "Ofcourse,SuperintendentDolan,Irememberverywell!"Isaidasweshookhands.IcouldnotbutnotethattheacquaintanceshipseemedarelieftoMissTrelawny.