He is well up in his work, though his Greek is his weak subject.
He is steady and methodical.
"The top floor belongs to Miles McLaren. He is a brilliant
fellow when he chooses to work -- one of the brightest
intellects of the University, but he is wayward, dissipated,
and unprincipled. He was nearly expelled over a card scandal
in his first year. He has been idling all this term, and he
must look forward with dread to the examination."
"Then it is he whom you suspect?"
"I dare not go so far as that. But of the three he is perhaps
the least unlikely."
"Exactly. Now, Mr. Soames, let us have a look at your servant,
Bannister."
He was a little, white-faced, clean-shaven, grizzly-haired
fellow of fifty. He was still suffering from this sudden
disturbance of the quiet routine of his life. His plump face
was twitching with his nervousness, and his fingers could not
keep still.
"We are investigating this unhappy business, Bannister,"
said his master.
"Yes, sir."
"I understand," said Holmes, "that you left your key in the door?"
"Yes, sir."
"Was it not very extraordinary that you should do this on the
very day when there were these papers inside?"
"It was most unfortunate, sir.
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