The Yellow Face - 17

     "It was you who told me first that the cottage wow gold -- wow gold -- wow gold -- wow gold  was occupied. I should have waited for the morning, but I could not sleep for excitement, and so at last I slipped out, knowing how difficult it is to awake you. But you saw me go, and that was the beginning of my troubles. Next day you had my secret at your mercy, but you nobly refrained from pursuing your advantage. Three days later, however, the nurse and child only just escaped from the back door as you rushed in at the front one. And now to-night you at last know all, and I ask you what is to become of us, my child and me?" She clasped her hands and waited for an answer.
     It was a long ten minutes before Grant Munro broke the silence, and when his answer came it was one of which I love to think. He lifted the little child, kissed her, and then, still carrying her, he held his other hand out to his wife and turned towards the door.
     "We can talk it over more comfortably at Home," said he. "I am not a very good man, Effie, but I think that I am a better one than you have given me credit for being."
     Holmes and I followed them down the lane, and my friend plucked at my sleeve as we came out.
     "I think," said he, "that we shall be of more use in London than in Norbury."
     Not another word did he say of the case until late that night, when he was turning away, with his lighted candle, for his bedroom.
     "Watson," said he, "if it should ever strike you that I am getting a little over-confident in my powers, or giving less pains to a case than it deserves, kindly whisper 'Norbury' in my ear, and I shall be infinitely obliged to you."

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