I looked carefully at Barrymore. Was he the man with a
black beard who had followed Sir Henry in London? I was
not sure.
Mr and Mrs Barrymore had looked after the house well.
Everything was in order. But the house was a cold and lonely
place. There was trouble here.
That night I wrote a letter to Sherlock Holmes. I told
him all that I had seen and heard. While I was writing,
I heard a sound — a woman crying. The only woman in
the house was Mrs Barrymore. I wondered why she was so
unhappy.