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