The features were set, however, in a horrible smile, a fixed and unnatural grin, which in that still and moonlit room was more jarring to the nerves than any scowl or contortion.

So like was the face to that of our little friend that I looked round at him to make sure that he was indeed with us.

Then I recalled to mind that he had mentioned to us that his brother and he were twins.
"This is terrible!" I said to Holmes.

"What is to be done ?" "The door must come down," he answered, and, springing against it, he put all his weight upon the lock.

It creaked and groaned, but did not yield.