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"You can take your beard off, Bob," said he. "I know you right enough. Well, you and your pals have just come in time for me to be able to introduce you to Mrs. Woodley."

Our guide's answer was a singular one.

He snatched off the dark beard which had disguised him and threw it on the ground, disclosing a long, sallow, clean-shaven face below it.

Then he raised his revolver and covered the young ruffian, who was advancing upon him with his dangerous riding-crop swinging in his hand.

"Yes," said our ally, "I AM Bob Carruthers, and I'll see this woman righted if I have to swing for it. I told you what I'd do if you molested her, and, by the Lord, I'll be as good as my word!"

"You're too late. She's my wife!"

"No, she's your widow."

His revolver cracked, and I saw the blood spurt from the front of Woodley's waistcoat.

He spun round with a scream and fell upon his back, his hideous red face turning suddenly to a dreadful mottled pallor.

The old man, still clad in his surplice, burst into such a string of foul oaths as I have never heard, and pulled out a revolver of his own, but before he could raise it he was looking down the barrel of Holmes's weapon.

"Enough of this," said my friend, coldly. "Drop that pistol! Watson, pick it up! Hold it to his head! Thank you. You, Carruthers, give me that revolver. We'll have no more violence. Come, hand it over!"

"Who are you, then?"

"My name is Sherlock Holmes."

"Good Lord!"

"You have heard of me, I see.

I will represent the official police until their arrival.

Here, you!" he shouted to a frightened groom who had appeared at the edge of the glade.

"Come here.

Take this note as hard as you can ride to Farnham." He scribbled a few words upon a leaf from his note-book.

"Give it to the superintendent at the police-station.

Until he comes I must detain you all under my personal custody."

The strong, masterful personality of Holmes dominated the tragic scene, and all were equally puppets in his hands.

Williamson and Carruthers found themselves carrying the wounded Woodley into the house, and I gave my arm to the frightened girl.

The injured man was laid on his bed, and at Holmes's request I examined him.

I carried my report to where he sat in the old tapestry-hung dining-room with his two prisoners before him.

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