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However, our conjectures were set at rest by a visit from Stapleton himself that very afternoon.

He had come to offer apologies for his rudeness of the morning, and after a long private interview with Sir Henry in his study the upshot of their conversation was that the breach is quite healed, and that we are to dine at Merripit House next Friday as a sign of it.

"l don't say now that he isn't a crazy man," said Sir Henry "I can't forget the look in his eyes when he ran at me this morning, but I must allow that no man could make a more handsome apology than he has done."

"Did he give any explanation of his conduct?"

"His sister is everything in his life, he says.

That is natural enough, and I am glad that he should understand her value.

They have always been together, and according to his account he has been a very lonely man with only her as a companion, so that the thought of losing her was really terrible to him.

He had not understood, he said, that I was becoming attached to her, but when he saw with his own eyes that it was really so, and that she might be taken away from him, it gave him such a shock that for a time he was not responsible for what he said or did.

He was very sorry for all that had passed, and he recognized how foolish and how selfish it was that he should imagine that he could hold a beautiful woman like his sister to himself for her whole life.

If she had to leave him he had rather it was to a neighbour like myself than to anyone else.

But in any case it was a blow to him and it would take him some time before he could prepare himself to meet it.

He would withdraw all opposition upon his part if I would promise for three months to let the matter rest and to be content with cultivating the lady's friendship during that time without claiming her love.

This I promised, and so the matter rests."

So there is one of our small mysteries cleared up.

It is something to have touched bottom anywhere in this bog in which we are floundering.

We know now why Stapleton looked with disfavour upon his sister's suitor-even when that suitor was so eligible a one as Sir Henry.

And now I pass on to another thread which I have extricated out of the tangled skein, the mystery of the sobs in the night, of the tear-stained face of Mrs. Barrymore, of the secret journey of the butler to the western lattice window.

Congratulate me, my dear Holmes, and tell me that I have not disappointed you as an agent-that you do not regret the confidence which you showed in me when you sent me down.

All these things have by one night's work been thoroughly cleared.

I have said "by one night's work," but, in truth, it was by two nights' work, for on the first we drew entirely blank.

I sat up with Sir Henry in his rooms until nearly three o'clock in the morning, but no sound of any sort did we hear except the chiming clock upon the stairs.

It was a most melancholy vigil and ended by each of us falling asleep in our chairs.

Fortunately we were not discouraged, and we determined to try again.

The next night we lowered the lamp and sat smoking cigarettes without making the least sound.

It was incredible how slowly the hours crawled by, and yet we were helped through it by the same sort of patient interest which the hunter must feel as he watches the trap into which he hopes the game may wander.

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