"The case has certainly some points of interest," said he,
in his languid fashion. "May I ask, in the first place,
Mr. McFarlane, how it is that you are still at liberty, since
there appears to be enough evidence to justify your arrest?"
"I live at Torrington Lodge, Blackheath, with my parents,
Mr. Holmes; but last night, having to do business very late
with Mr. Jonas Oldacre, I stayed at an hotel in Norwood, and
came to my business from there. I knew nothing of this affair
until I was in the train, when I read what you have just heard.
I at once saw the horrible danger of my position, and I hurried
to put the case into your hands. I have no doubt that I should
have been arrested either at my City office or at my home.
A man followed me from London Bridge Station, and I have no
doubt --- Great Heaven, what is that?"
It was a clang of the bell, followed instantly by heavy steps
upon the stair. A moment later our old friend Lestrade
appeared in the doorway. Over his shoulder I caught a glimpse
of one or two uniformed policemen outside.
"Mr. John Hector McFarlane?" said Lestrade.
Our unfortunate client rose with a ghastly face.
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