I put my hand into my jacket where i kept my army revolver. I walked slowly to the table and looked at the pile of papers. I saw one of my own letters. Someone had stolen one of my own letters!
Who lived in the farmhouse? Was it the man with the black beard? Was it the man I had seen on on the Tor?
I soon found out, as I heard the sound of footsteps outside. I took my revolver out of my pocket ant turned towards the door. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway with his back to the setting sun. I could not see his face.
it is a lovely evening, isn't it Watson?
The man was Holmes.