'These are the traces of the treasure-seekers. You must remember that they were six years looking for it. No wonder that the grounds look like a gravel-pit.'
At that moment the door of the house burst open, and Thaddeus Sholto came running out, with his hands thrown forward and terror in his eyes.
'There is something amiss with Bartholomew!' he cried. 'I am frightened! My nerves cannot stand it.'
He was, indeed, half blubbering with fear, and his twitching, feeble face peeping out from the great Astrakhan collar had the helpless, appealing expression of a terrified child.
'Come into the house,' said Holmes, in his crisp, firm way.
'Yes, do!' pleaded Thaddeus Sholto. 'I really do not feel equal to giving directions.'
We all followed him into the housekeeper's
