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"Well, Mrs.Warren, I cannot see that you have any particular cause for uneasiness, nor do I understand why I, whose time is of some value, should interfere in the matter.I really have other things to engage me." So spoke Sherlock Holmes and turned back to the great scrapbook in which he was arranging and indexing some of his recent material.

But the landlady had the pertinacity and also the cunning of her sex.She held her ground firmly.

"You arranged an affair for a lodger of mine last year," she said--"Mr.Fairdale Hobbs.""Ah, yes--a simple matter."

"But he would never cease talking of it--your kindness, sir, and the way in which you brought light into the darkness.I remembered his words when I was in doubt and darkness myself.I know you could if you only would."Holmes was accessible upon the side of flattery, and also, to do him justice, upon the side of kindliness.The two forces made him lay down his gum-brush with a sigh of resignation and push back his chair.

"Well, well, Mrs.Warren, let us hear about it, then.You don't object to tobacco, I take it? Thank you, Watson--the matches! You are uneasy, as I understand, because your new lodger remains in his rooms and you cannot see him.Why, bless you, Mrs.Warren, if I were your lodger you often would not see me for weeks on end.""No doubt, sir; but this is different.It frightens me, Mr.Holmes.I can't sleep for fright.To hear his quick step moving here and moving there from early morning to late at night, and yet never to catch so much as a glimpse of him--it's more than I can stand.My husband is as nervous over it as I am, but he is out at his work all day, while I get no rest from it.What is he hiding for? What has he done? Except for the girl, I am all alone in the house with him, and it's more than my nerves can stand."Holmes leaned forward and laid his long, thin fingers upon thewoman's shoulder.He had an almost hypnotic power of soothing when he wished.The scared look faded from her eyes, and her agitated features smoothed into their usual commonplace.She sat down in the chair which he had indicated.

"If I take it up I must understand every detail," said he."Take time to consider.The smallest point may be the most essential.You say that the man came ten days ago and paid you for a fortnight's board and lodging?""He asked my terms, sir.I said fifty shillings a week.There is a small sitting-room and bedroom, and all complete, at the top of the house.""Well?"

"He said, 'I'll pay you five pounds a week if I can have it on my own terms.' I'm a poor woman, sir, and Mr.Warren earns little, and the money meant much to me.He took out a ten-pound note, and he held it out to me then and there.'You can have the same every fortnight for a long time to come if you keep the terms,' he said.'If not, I'll have no more to do with you.'

"What were the terms?"

"Well, sir, they were that he was to have a key of the house.That was all right.Lodgers often have them.Also, that he was to be left entirely to himself and never, upon any excuse, to be disturbed.""Nothing wonderful in that, surely?"

"Not in reason, sir.But this is out of all reason.He has been there for ten days, and neither Mr.Warren, nor I, nor the girl has once set eyes upon him.We can hear that quick step of his pacing up and down, up and down, night, morning, and noon; but except on that first night he had never once gone out of the house.""Oh, he went out the first night, did he?""Yes, sir, and returned very late--after we were all in bed.He told me after he had taken the rooms that he would do so and asked me not to bar the door.I heard him come up the stair after midnight.""But his meals?"

"It was his particular direction that we should always, when he rang, leave his meal upon a chair, outside his door.Then he rings again when he has finished, and we take it down from the same chair.If he wantsanything else he prints it on a slip of paper and leaves it." "Prints it?""Yes, sir; prints it in pencil.Just the word, nothing more.Here's the one I brought to show you--soap.Here's another-- match.This is one he left the first morning--daily gazette.I leave that paper with his breakfast every morning.""Dear me, Watson," said Homes, staring with great curiosity at the slips of foolscap which the landlady had handed to him, "this is certainly a little unusual.Seclusion I can understand; but why print? Printing is a clumsy process.Why not write? What would it suggest, Watson?""That he desired to conceal his handwriting.""But why? What can it matter to him that his landlady should have a word of his writing? Still, it may be as you say.Then, again, why such laconic messages?""I cannot imagine."

It opens a pleasing field for intelligent speculation.The words are written with a broad-pointed, violet-tinted pencil of a not unusual pattern.You will observe that the paper is torn away at the side here after the printing was done, so that the 's' of 'soap' is partly gone.Suggestive, Watson, is it not?""Of caution?"

"Exactly.There was evidently some mark, some thumbprint, something which might give a clue to the person's identity.Now.Mrs.Warren, you say that the man was of middle size, dark, and bearded.What age would he be?""Youngish, sir--not over thirty."

"Well, can you give me no further indications?""He spoke good English, sir, and yet I thought he was a foreigner by his accent.""And he was well dressed?"

"Very smartly dressed, sir--quite the gentleman.Dark clothes-- nothing you would note.""He gave no name?" No, sir."

"And has had no letters or callers?" "None.""But surely you or the girl enter his room of a morning?" "No, sir; he looks after himself entirely.""Dear me! that is certainly remarkable.What about his luggage?" "He had one big brown bag with him--nothing else.""Well, we don't seem to have much material to help us.Do you say nothing has come out of that room--absolutely nothing?"The landlady drew an envelope from her bag; from it she shook out two burnt matches and a cigarette-end upon the table.