4 The Death of Major Sholto
We followed the Indian servant into the house. He stopped in front of an open door. We entered and were astonished. The room in which we were standing was full of Indian paintings and ornaments. The carpct was soft and very thick. There were two large tiger-skins on the walls. In the centre of the room stood a strange little man with a bald head. He was smiling, but he seemed very nervous.
‘My name is Thaddeus Sholto. You are Miss Morstan, of course. And these two gentlemen’
‘This is Mr Sherlock Holmes and this is Doctor Watson.’
‘A doctor!’ cried Thaddeus Sholto excitedly. 'Oh, please could you listen to my heart? I am very worried about my heart. I listened to his heart beating. ‘There is nothing wrong with your heari, I told him