Fire!"
That evening Holmes again wore different clothes, and a large, black hat. But it was not just the clothes that were different. He changed his face, his hair -everything. He was a different man. We walked together to Serpentine Avenue. Outside the house there were a lot of people who were smoking, laughing and talking. Holmes and I walked up and down in front of the house. 'You see,' said Holmes to me, 'I think she doesn't want her new husband to see the photograph. But
is it? At her bank? No. Women like to keep important things themselves. I'm sure it's in her house.' 'But the King's men tried to find it!' I said. 'Yes, but they didn't know where to look!' said Holmes. 'But how will you know?' I asked. 'I won't look. She'll show me. She'll have to.' Just then a taxi arrived. One of the men in the street ran to open the door, then another man pushed him. Other men were also pushing and shouting, and a fight began. Irene Norton was in the middle of it, but Holmes ran to help her. Then suddenly he fell to the ground, with blood running down his face. Irene Norton hurried to her front door, but she looked back.