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"Deeply interested-yes. There is a thread here which we had not yet grasped and which might lead us through the tangle. Cheer up, Watson, for I am very sure that our material has not yet all come to hand. When it does we may soon leave our difficulties behind us."

Little did I think how soon the words of Holmes would be realized, or how strange and sinister would be that new development which opened up an entirely fresh line of investigation.

I was shaving at my window in the morning when I heard the rattle of hoofs and, looking up, saw a dog-cart coming at a gallop down the road.

It pulled up at our door, and our friend, the vicar, sprang from it and rushed up our garden path.

Holmes was already dressed, and we hastened down to meet him.

Our visitor was so excited that he could hardly articulate, but at last in gasps and bursts his tragic story came out of him.

"We are devil-ridden, Mr. Holmes! My poor parish is devil-ridden!" he cried. "Satan himself is loose in it! We are given over into his hands!" He danced about in his agitation, a ludicrous object if it were not for his ashy face and startled eyes. Finally he shot out his terrible news.

"Mr. Mortimer Tregennis died during the night, and with exactly the same symptoms as the rest of his family."

Holmes sprang to his feet, all energy in an instant.

"Can you fit us both into your dog-cart?"

"Yes, I can."

"Then, Watson, we will postpone our breakfast. Mr. Roundhay, we are entirely at your disposal. Hurry-hurry, before things get disarranged."

The lodger occupied two rooms at the vicarage, which were in an angle by themselves, the one above the other.

Below was a large sitting-room; above, his bedroom.

They looked out upon a croquet lawn which came up to the windows.

We had arrived before the doctor or the police, so that everything was absolutely undisturbed.

Let me describe exactly the scene as we saw it upon that misty March morning.

It has left an impression which can never be effaced from my mind.

The atmosphere of the room was of a horrible and depressing stuffiness.

The servant had first entered had thrown up the window, or it would have been even more intolerable.

This might partly be due to the fact that a lamp stood flaring and smoking on the centre table.

Beside it sat the dead man, leaning back in his chair, his thin beard projecting, his spectacles pushed up on to his forehead, and his lean dark face turned towards the window and twisted into the same distortion of terror which had marked the features of his dead sister.

His limbs were convulsed and his fingers contorted as though he had died in a very paroxysm of fear.

He was fully clothed, though there were signs that his dressing had been done in a hurry.

We had already learned that his bed had been slept in, and that the tragic end had come to him in the early morning.

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