Warren's lodger arrived. It sounds plausible, does it
not? The mysterious one could understand English, even if he
could not print it. Let us see if we can pick up the trace
again. Yes, here we are--three days later. 'Am making
successful arrangements. Patience and prudence. The clouds will
pass. G.' Nothing for a week after that. Then comes something
much more definite: 'The path is clearing. If I find chance
signal message remember code agreed--One A, two B, and so on.
You will hear soon. G.' That was in yesterday's paper, and
there is nothing in to-day's. It's all very appropriate to Mrs.
Warren's lodger. If we wait a little, Watson, I don't doubt that
the affair will grow more intelligible."
So it proved; for in the morning I found my friend standing on
the hearthrug with his back to the fire and a smile of complete
satisfaction upon his face.
"How's this, Watson?" he cried, picking up the paper from the
table. "'High red house with white stone facings. Third floor.
Second window left. After dusk. G.' That is definite enough.
I think after breakfast we must make a little reconnaissance of
Mrs. Warren's neighbourhood. Ah, Mrs. Warren! what news do you
bring us this morning?"
Our client had suddenly burst into the room with an explosive
energy which told of some new and momentous development.
"It's a police matter, Mr.
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