'How kind of him to help me! Is the poor man hurt?' she called. 'He's dead,' cried some voices. 'No, he's only hurt,' cried others. 'Bring him into the sitting-room,' she said. Some people carried Holmes into the house. I waited outside the window and watched. I saw how beautiful Irene Norton was. Then Holmes put up his hand, and I threw the smoke-stick into the room. Immediately the people in the street and in the house all began to shout "Fire!" very loudly. The house was full of smoke. I