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I did, as you say, after a restless night, set off early from my cottage.

I foresaw the difficulty of arousing him, so I gathered some gravel from the pile which you have mentioned, and I used it to throw up to his window.

He came down and admitted me through the window of the sitting-room.

I laid his offence before him.

I told him that I had come both as judge and executioner.

The wretch sank into a chair, paralyzed at the sight of my revolver.

I lit the lamp, put the powder above it, and stood outside the window, ready to carry out my threat to shoot him should he try to leave the room.

In five minutes he died.

My God! how he died! But my heart was flint, for he endured nothing which my innocent darling had not felt before him.

There is my story, Mr. Holmes.

Perhaps, if you loved a woman, you would have done as much yourself.

At any rate, I am in your hands.

You can take what steps you like.

As I have already said, there is no man living who can fear death less than I do."

Holmes sat for some little time in silence.

"What were your plans?" he asked at last.

"I had intended to bury myself in central Africa. My work there is but half finished."

"Go and do the other half," said Holmes. "I, at least, am not prepared to prevent you."

Dr. Sterndale raised his giant figure, bowed gravely, and walked from the arbour. Holmes lit his pipe and handed me his pouch.

"Some fumes which are not poisonous would be a welcome change," said he. "I think you must agree, Watson, that it is not a case in which we are called upon to interfere. Our investigation has been independent, and our action shall be so also. You would not denounce the man?"

"Certainly not," I answered.

"I have never loved, Watson, but if I did and if the woman I loved had met such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done.

Who knows? Well, Watson, I will not offend your intelligence by explaining what is obvious.

The gravel upon the window-sill was, of course, the starting-point of my research.

It was unlike anything in the vicarage garden.

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