? ? ? ? "You say, Watson, that the lady is not there?" Holmes asked when I had finished my report.
? ? ? ? "No."
? ? ? ? "Where can she be, then, since there is no light in any other room except the kitchen?"
? ? ? ? "I cannot think where she is."
? ? ? ? I have said that over the great Grimpen Mire there hung a dense, white fog. It was drifting slowly in our direction and banked itself up like a wall on that side of us, low but thick and well defined. The moon shone on it, and it looked like a great shimmering ice-field, with the heads of the distant tors as rocks borne upon its surface. Holmes's face was turned towards it, and he muttered impatiently as he watched its sluggish drift.
? ? ? ? "It's moving towards us, Watson."
? ? ? ? "Is that serious?"
? ? ? ? "Very serious, indeed -- the one thing upon earth which could have disarranged my plans.
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