We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible.
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When, then, did he come?"
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"He came through the hole in the roof!" I cried.
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"Of course he did. He must have done so. If you will have the kindness to hold the lamp for me, we shall now extend our researches to the room above - the secret room in which the treasure was found."
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He mounted the steps, and, seizing a rafter with either hand, he swung himself up into the garret. Then, lying on his face, he reached down for the lamp and held it while I followed him.
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The chamber in which we found ourselves was about ten feet one way and six the other.
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The floor was formed by the rafters, with thin lath and plaster between, so that in walking one had to step from beam to beam.
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The roof ran up to an apex and was evidently the inner shell of the true roof of the house.
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There was no furniture of any sort, and the accumulated dust of years lay thick upon the floor.
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"Here you are, you see," said Sherlock Holmes, putting his hand against the sloping wall.
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"This is a trapdoor which leads out on to the roof.
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I can press it back, and here is the roof itself, sloping at a gentle angle.
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This, then, is the way by which Number One entered.
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Let us see if we can find some other traces of his individuality?"
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He held down the lamp to the floor, and as he did so I saw for the second time that night a startled, surprised look come over his face.
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For myself, as I followed his gaze, my skin was cold under my clothes.
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The floor was covered thickly with the prints of a naked foot - clear, well-defined, perfectly formed, but scarce half the size of those of an ordinary man.
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"Holmes," I said in a whisper, "a child has done this horrid thing."
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He had recovered his self-possession in an instant.
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"I was staggered for the moment," he said, "but the thing is quite natural. My memory failed me, or I should have been able to foretell it. There is nothing more to be learned here. Let us go down."
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"What is your theory, then, as to those footmarks?" I asked eagerly when we had regained the lower room once more.
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"My dear Watson, try a little analysis yourself," said he with a touch of impatience. "You know my methods. Apply them, and it will be instructive to compare results."
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"I cannot conceive anything which will cover the facts," I answered.
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"It will be clear enough to you soon," he said, in an offhand way. "I think that there is nothing else of importance here, but I will look."
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He whipped out his lens and a tape measure and hurried about the room on his knees, measuring, comparing, examining, with his long thin nose only a few inches from the planks and his beady eyes gleaming and deep-set like those of a bird.
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