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he flicked the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of sombrero and deserted streets, which widened gradually until we were flying across the broad ballast rated bridge, with the murky river flowing sluggishly. Behind us. Beyond lay another dull wilderness of briquettes, bricks and mortar. It's silence broken only by the heavy regular footfall of the policeman or the songs and shouts of some of the belated party of revelers. A dull rack was drifted slowly across the sky, and a star or two twinkled dimly here and there through the riffs of the clouds. Homes drove in silence, with his head sunk upon his breast, and the air of a man who is lost in thought. While I sat beside him, curious to learn what this new quest might be, which seemed to tax his power so sorely, and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and we're beginning to get in the fringe of the belt of suburban villas. When he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders, and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who has satisfied himself that he is acting for the best. You have a grand gift of silence Watson! He said. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion upon my word is the great thing for me to have someone to talk to. For my own thoughts are not over pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this dear little woman tonight, when she meets me at the door. You forget. I know nothing about it. I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case. Before we get to leave. It seems absurdly simple, and yet somehow I can get nothing to go upon. There's plenty of thread, no doubt, but I can't get the end of it in my into my hand. Now I'll say it the case clearly and concisely for you Watson, And maybe you can see a spark where all's talked to me, proceed. Then, some years ago to be definite. In May 1884 there came to Lee a gentleman, Neville's and Claire by the name, who appeared to the half plenty of money. He took a large villa, laid out the grounds very nicely lived generally, in good style, by degrees, he made friends in the neighborhood in the and in 18 87 he married the daughter of a local brewer, by whom he now has two Children. He had no occupation, but was interested in several companies and went into town. As a rule in the morning, returning by 5 14 from Kenan Street every night. Mr ST Clair is now 37 years of age, is a man of temporal habits, a good husband, and very affectionate father, and a man who is popular with who know him with all who know him. I may add that his whole debt at the present moment, as far as we have been able to a certain amounts into £88.10. While he has £220 standing to his credit in the capital in countries banks, there is no reason therefore to think that money troubles have been weighing upon his mind. Last monday, Mr neville ST Clair went into town rather early than earlier than usual, remarking before he started that he had two important commissions to perform and that he would bring his little boy home a box of bricks. Now by the merest chance his wife received a telegram upon the same monday there shortly after his departure to the effect that a small parcel of considerable value which she had been expecting was waiting for her at the offices of the Aberdeen shipping Company. Now if you are well up in your London you will know that the office of the company is in France uh Fresno Street which brings us out on uh percent swan. Adam lane where you found me tonight. Miss ST Claire had her lunch started for the city, did some shopping, proceeded to the company's office, got her packet and found herself at exactly 4 35 walking through swan um lane on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so far? It's very clear if you remember monday was an exceedingly hot day. And Miss ST Clair walked slowly glancing about and in hopes of seeing a cap as she did not like the neighborhood in which she found herself While she was walking in this way down swat um Lane, she suddenly heard an ejaculation or cry and was struck cold to see her husband looking down at her and as it seemed to her beckoning to her from the second floor window, the window was open and she distinctly saw his face, which he described to be terribly agitated. He waved his hand frantically to her and then vanished from the window, so suddenly that it seemed to her that he had been plucked back by some irresistible force from behind. One singular point which stuck was struck her quick feminine. I was that although he wore the same dark coat such as he had started in the town in he had on neither the collar nor the necktie.