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As we emerged from the sitting-room  a woman, who had been waiting in the passage, took a step for- ward and laid her hand upon the Inspector ’s sleeve. Her face was haggard and thin and eager, stamped with the print of a recent horror.

“Have you got them? Have you found them?” she panted.

“No, Mrs. Straker. But Mr. Holmes here has come from London to help us, and we shall do all that is possible.”

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I am afraid, Watson, that I shall have to go,” said Holmes, as we sat down  together to our breakfast one morning.

“Go! Where to?”

“To Dartmoor; to King’s Pyland.”

I was not surprised.   Indeed, my  only  wonder was that he had not already been mixed upon this extraordinary  case, which was the one topic of con- versation through the length and breadth of England. For a whole day my companion had rambled about the room with his chin upon his chest and his brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipe with the strongest black tobacco, and absolutely deaf to any of my questions or remarks.