That's why we are
going at night. Then he has a beast of a dog which roams the
garden. I met Agatha late the last two evenings, and she locks
the brute up so as to give me a clear run. This is the house,
this big one in its own grounds. Through the gate -- now to
the right among the laurels. We might put on our masks here,
I think. You see, there is not a glimmer of light in any of
the windows, and everything is working splendidly."
With our black silk face-coverings, which turned us into two of
the most truculent figures in London, we stole up to the silent,
gloomy house. A sort of tiled veranda extended along one side
of it, lined by several windows and two doors.
"That's his bedroom," Holmes whispered. "This door opens
straight into the study. It would suit us best, but it is
bolted as well as locked, and we should make too much noise
getting in. Come round here. There's a greenhouse which
opens into the drawing-room."
The place was locked, but Holmes removed a circle of glass and
turned the key from the inside. An instant afterwards he had
closed the door behind us, and we had become felons in the eyes
of the law.
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