Fire!"
That evening Holmes again wore different clothes, and
a large, black hat. But it was not just the clothes that
were different. He changed his face, his hair -
everything. He was a different man.
We walked together to Serpentine Avenue. Outside
the house there were a lot of people who were
smoking, laughing and talking. Holmes and I walked
up and down in front of the house.
'You see,' said Holmes to me, 'I think she doesn't
want her new husband to see the photograph. But
where is it? At her bank? No. Women like to keep
important things themselves. I'm sure it's in her house.'
'But the King's men tried to find it!' I said.
'Yes, but they didn't know where to look!' said
Holmes.
'But how will you know?' I asked.
'I won't look. She'll show me. She'll have to.'
Just then a taxi arrived. One of the men in the street
ran to open the door, then another man pushed him.
Other men were also pushing and shouting, and a fight
began. Irene Norton was in the middle of it, but
Sherlock Holmes ran to help her. Then suddenly he fell
to the ground, with blood running down his face. Irene
Norton hurried to her front door, but she looked back.