we followed the Indian servant into the house. he stopped in front of an open door.
"come in, come in," said the voice.
we entered -Holmes, Miss Morstan, and my self - and were astonished. the room in which we were standing was full of Indian paintings and ornaments. the carpet was soft and very thick. there were two large tiger-skins on the walls. in the centre of the room stood a strange little man with a bald head. he was smiling, but he seemed very nervous.
"my name," said the bald-headed man, "is Thaddeus Sholto. you're Miss Morstan, of course. and these two gentlemen?"
"this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes and this is Doctor Watson."
"a doctor!" cried Thaddeus Sholto exitedly. "Oh, please could you listen to my heart?i'm very