have Charlington Hall
summer
just too late
It
let about
month ago
Mr Williamson
name
tenant
respectable elderly gentleman
The polite agent was afraid he
no more,
affairs
clients
matters which
discuss

Mr Sherlock Holmes listened with attention
long report which
able
to him that evening, but it
elicit that word of curt praise which I had hoped for and
valued
contrary, his austere face was even more severe than usual as he commented
things that I had done
things that I

"Your hiding-place, my dear Watson, was very faulty
You
behind the hedge; then
had
close view
interesting person
you were some hundreds of yards away, and can tell me even
Miss Smith
She thinks she
know the man;
convinced she does
Why, otherwise, should he be so desperately anxious that she
get so near him as
his features ? You describe him as bending over the handle-bar
Concealment again,
You really
remarkably badly
He returns
house and
out who
You come to
London house-agent ! "
"What should
? " I cried, with some heat

"Gone
nearest public-house
centre of country gossip
told you every name,
master
scullery-maid
Williamson ! It conveys nothing to my mind
If
an elderly man
this active cyclist who sprints away
athletic young lady's pursuit
What have we gained by your expedition ? The knowledge
girl's story is true
I never doubted it
connection
cyclist
Hall
I never doubted that either
Hall is tenanted by Williamson
Who's the better
? Well, well, my
, don't look so depressed
do little more until next Saturday, and
meantime
make
inquiries myself
"
Next morning we had
note from Miss Smith, recounting shortly and accurately the very incidents which I had seen, but the pith
letter lay
postscript:--
"
that
respect my confidence, Mr Holmes, when I tell you that my place here has become difficult owing
fact that my employer has proposed marriage
convinced that his feelings are most deep and most honourable
same time my promise is,
, given
my refusal very seriously, but also very gently
understand, however,
situation is
little strained
"
"Our young friend
getting into deep waters," said Holmes, thoughtfully, as he finished the letter
"The case certainly presents more features of interest and more possibility of development than I had originally thought
none the worse for
quiet, peaceful day
country, and
inclined to run down this afternoon and test
theories which
formed
"
Holmes's quiet day
country had
singular termination, for he arrived at Baker Street late
evening with
cut lip and
discoloured lump upon his forehead, besides
general air of dissipation which
made his own person the fitting object of
Scotland Yard investigation
immensely tickled by his own adventures, and laughed heartily as he recounted them

"I get so little active exercise
always
treat," said he
"
aware that
some proficiency
good old British sport of boxing
Occasionally
of service
To-day, for example,
come to very ignominious grief without it
"
I begged him
me what had occurred

"
that country pub which I had already recommended to your notice, and there
my discreet inquiries
bar, and
garrulous landlord was giving me all that
Williamson is
white-bearded man, and he lives alone with
small staff of servants
Hall
some rumour that
or
clergyman; but
incidents
short residence
Hall struck me as peculiarly unecclesiastical
already made some inquiries at
clerical agency,
tell me that
man
name in orders whose career
singularly dark one
The landlord further informed me
usually week-end visitors -- `a warm lot, sir' --
Hall, and especially one gentleman with
red moustache, Mr Woodley by name, who was always there
We had got as far
when
walk in but the gentleman himself, who
drinking his beer
tap-room and had heard the whole conversation
Who was I ? What did
? What did I mean by asking questions ? He had
fine flow of language,
adjectives were very vigorous
He ended
string of abuse by
vicious back-hander which I failed to entirely avoid
The next
were delicious
straight left against
slogging ruffian
I emerged as
me
Mr Woodley went home in
cart
So ended my country trip, and it
confessed that, however enjoyable, my day
Surrey border
much more profitable than your own
"
The Thursday brought us another letter
client

"
surprised, Mr Holmes," said she, "to hear that
leaving Mr Carruthers's employment
Even the high pay cannot reconcile me
discomforts
situation
On Saturday I come
town and
intend to return
Mr Carruthers has got
trap, and so the dangers
lonely road, if there ever were any dangers, are now over

"
special cause
leaving,
merely the strained situation with Mr Carruthers, but
reappearance
odious man, Mr Woodley
always hideous, but he looks more awful than ever now, for he appears to
an accident and
much disfigured
him
window, but
meet him
He had
long talk with Mr Carruthers, who seemed much excited afterwards
Woodley
staying
neighbourhood, for
sleep here, and yet I caught
glimpse of him again
slinking about
shrubbery
sooner have
savage wild animal loose
place
I loathe and fear him more than
How CAN Mr Carruthers endure such
creature for
moment ? However, all my troubles
over on Saturday
"
"So I trust, Watson; so I trust," said Holmes, gravely
"
some deep intrigue going on round that little woman, and
our duty
that no one molests her upon that last journey
, Watson, that
spare time to run down together on Saturday morning, and make sure
curious and inconclusive investigation has no untoward ending
"
I confess that I
now taken
very serious view
case, which had seemed
rather grotesque and bizarre than dangerous
That
man should lie in wait for and follow
very handsome woman is no unheard-of thing, and if he had so little audacity that he
dared not address her, but even fled from her approach,
not
very formidable assailant
The ruffian Woodley was
very different person, but, except on one occasion, he
molested our client, and now he visited the house of Carruthers without intruding upon her presence
The man
bicycle was doubtless
member
week-end parties
Hall
the publican had spoken; but who
or what
was as obscure as ever
It
severity of Holmes's manner
fact that he slipped
revolver into his pocket before leaving our rooms which impressed me
feeling that tragedy might prove to lurk behind this curious train of events

rainy night
followed by
glorious morning,
heath-covered country-side
glowing clumps of flowering gorse seemed all the more beautiful to eyes which were weary
duns and drabs and slate-greys of London
Holmes and I walked along the broad, sandy road inhaling the fresh morning air, and rejoicing
music
birds
fresh breath
spring
From
rise
road
shoulder of Crooksbury Hill we
the grim Hall bristling out from amidst the ancient oaks, which, old
were, were still younger
building which they surrounded
Holmes pointed down the long tract of road which wound,
reddish yellow band,