thing in her house, her baby, her gold, or ... a photograph. Mrs Norton ran to find her photograph, which is in a cupboard in the sitting-room. I saw it. But I did not take it. Tomorrow we will go to her house with the King. We'll go very early, before she gets up. The King himself can take the photograph from the cupboard. And then we'll go.' While Holmes was talking, we were walking home to Baker Street. When we arrived at my friend's house, a young man hurried past us, and said: 'Good night, Mr Sherlock Holmes.' 'I've heard that voice before,' said Holmes to me. He
looked down the street. 'But who was it?' 4
A Photograph The next day we went to Irene Norton's house, with the King. An old servant opened the door. 'Mr Sherlock Holmes?' she asked, and smiled. 'Yes,' said my friend. He looked very surprised. 'Mrs Irene Norton and her husband left England this morning. They will never come back to this country.' 'What?' cried Holmes, his face white and angry. And what about the photograph?' cried the King. We all hurried into the sitting-room. Holmes ran to the cupboard and opened it. Inside was a photograph,