You must go up, Mr.Thaddeus,--you must go up and look for yourself.

I have seen Mr.Bartholomew Sholto in joy and in sorrow for ten long years, but I never saw him with such a face on him as that." Sherlock Holmes took the lamp and led the way, for Thaddeus Sholto's teeth were chattering in his head.

So shaken was he that I had to pass my hand under his arm as we went up the stairs, for his knees were trembling under him.

Twice as we ascended Holmes whipped his lens out of his pocket and carefully examined marks which appeared to me to be mere shapeless smudges of dust upon the cocoa-nut matting which served as a stair-carpet.

He walked slowly from step to step, holding the lamp, and shooting keen glances to right and left.