Sublime

walked slowly in the same direction. He looked about forty, very dark with a melancholy clean-shaven face. Some violent emotion

house, he beat his native butler to death and narrowly escaped a capital sentence.

ferret-like man, furtive and sly-looking, was waiting for us upon the platform. In spite of the light brown dustcoat and leather-leggings which he wore in deference to his rustic surroundings, I had no difficulty in recognising Lestrade, of Scotland Yard.