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           Holmesshruggedhisshoulderswithaglanceofcomicresignationtowardsthecolonel,andthetalkdriftedawayintolessdangerouschannels.

           Itwasdestined,however,thatallmyprofessionalcautionshouldbewasted,fornextmorningtheproblemobtrudeditselfuponusinsuchawaythatitwasimpossibletoignoreit,andourcountryvisittookaturnwhichneitherofuscouldhaveanticipated.Wewereatbreakfastwhenthecolonel’sbutlerrushedinwithallhisproprietyshakenoutofhim.

           "Haveyouheardthenews,sir?"hegasped."AttheCunningham’s,sir!"

           "Burglary!"criedthecolonel,withhiscoffee-cupinmid-air.

           "Murder!"

           Thecolonelwhistled."ByJove!"saidhe."Who’skilled,then?TheJ.P.orhisson?"

           "Neither,sir.ItwasWilliamthecoachman.Shotthroughtheheart,sir,andneverspokeagain."

           "Whoshothim,then?"

           "Theburglar,sir.Hewasofflikeashotandgotcleanaway.He’djustbrokeinatthepantrywindowwhenWilliamcameonhimandmethisendinsavinghismaster’sproperty."

           "Whattime?"

           "Itwaslastnight,sir,somewhereabouttwelve."

           "Ah,then,we’llstepoverafterwards,"saidthecolonelcoollysettlingdowntohisbreakfastagain."It’sabaddishbusiness,"headdedwhenthebutlerhadgone;"he’sourleadingmanabouthere,isoldCunningham,andaverydecentfellowtoo.