What Sherlock Holmes was about to suggest will never be known, for at this moment the door opened and a young lady was shown into the room. As she appeared Mr. Bennett sprang up with a cry and ran forward with his hands out to meet those which she had herself outstretched. “Edith, dear! Nothing the matter, I hope?” “I felt I must follow you. Oh, Jack, I have been so dreadfully frightened! It is awful to be there alone.” “Mr. Holmes, this is the young lady I spoke of. This is my fiancée.” “We were gradually coming to that conclusion, were we not, Watson?” Holmes answered with a smile.
