"Butyouhavereadtheevidence。Youhaveformedsome？Doyounotseesomeloophole，someflaw？Doyouhinkthatheisi;
"Ithinkthatitisveryprobable。"
"There，now！"shecried，throwingbackherheadandlookilyatLestrade。"Yivesmehopes。"
&radeshruggedhisshoulders。"Iamafraidthatmycolleaguehasbeenalittlequiinghiss，"hesaid。
"Butheisright。Oh！Iknowthatheisright。James。Andabouthisquarrelwithhisfather，IamsurethatthereasonwhyhewouldittotheerwasbecauseIwasedinit。"
"Inwhatway？"askedHolmes。
"Itisohideanything。Jamesandhisfatherhadmasaboutme。MrMcCarthywasveryanxiousthatthereshouldbeamarriagebetweenus。JamesandIhavealwayslovedeachotherasbrotheraofcourseheisyoungandhasseeleoflifeyet，and-and-well，henaturallydidnotwishtodoanythi。Sotherewerequarrels，andthis，Iamsure，waso;
"Andyourfather？"askedHolmes。"Washeinfavourofsu？"
"No，hewasaversetoitalso。MrMcCarthywasinfavourofit。"Aquickblushpassedoverherfreshyoungfaesshotoneofhiskeeioniher。
"Thankyouforthisinformation，"saidhe。"MayIseeyourfatherifIorrow？"
"Iamafraidthedo'tallowit。"
"Thedoctor？"
"Yes，haveyounotheard？Poorfatherhasrongforyearsback，butthishasbrokenhimdowely。Hehastakentohisbed，andDrWillowssaysthatheisawredthathisnervoussystemisshattered。MrMcCarthywastheonlymanalivewhohadknowndadintheolddaysinVictoria。"
"Ha！InVictoria！Thatisimportant。"
"Yes，atthemi;
"Quiteso；atthegold-mines，where，asIuand，MrTurnermadehismo;
"Yes，ly。"
"Thankyou，MissTurner。Youhavebeenofmaterialassista;
"Youwilltellmeifyouhaveaomorrow。NodoubtyouwillgototheprisontoseeJames。Oh，ifyoudo，MrHolmes，dotellhimthatIknowhimtobei;
"Iwill，MissTur;
"Imustgohomenow，fordadisveryill，andhemissesmesoifIleavehim。Goodbye，andGodhelpyouiny。"Shehurriedfromtheroomasimpulsivelyasshehadentered，ahewheelserattleoffdow。
"Iamashamedofyou，Holmes，"saidLestradewithdignityafterafewminutes'sile;Whyshouldyouraiseuphopeswhichyouareboundtodisappoint？IameIcallitcruel。"
"IthinkthatIseemywaytJamesMcCarthy，"saidHolmes。"Haveyouaoseehiminprison？"
"Yes，butonlyforyoua;
"ThenIshallreyresolutionaboutgoiilltimetotakeatraintoHerefordaonight？"
"Ample。"
"Theusdoso。Watsoyouwillfinditveryslow，butIshallonlybealeofhours。"
Iwalkeddowiohehroughthestreetsofthelittletown，fiothehotel，onthesofaaerestmyselfinayellow-baovel。Thepunyplotofthestorywassothin，however，whehedeepmysterythrougheregroping，andIfouioinuallyfromtheatothefact，thatIatlastflungitacravemyselfupeoasideratiosoftheday。Supposingthatthisunhappyyoungman'sstorywereabsolutelytrue，thehing，whatabsolutelyuraordinarycalamitycouldhaveoccurredbetweeimewheedfromhisfather，awhen，drawnbackbyhisscreams，herushediwassomethingterribleacoulditbe？Mightureoftheinjuriesrevealsomethingtomymedigthebellaheweeklytypaper，whiedaverbatimatoftheihesurgeon'sdepositionitwasstatedthattheposteriorthirdoftheleftparietalbohalfoftheoccipitalboeredbyaheavyblowfromabluntohespotuponmyownhead。Clearlysuusthavebeenstrubehind。Thatwastosomeextentinfavouroftheaccused，aswhenseenquarrellinghewasfacetofacewithhisfather。Still，itdidnotgoforverymuch，forthehthaveturnedhisbackbeforetheblowfell。Still，itmightbeworthwhiletoes'attentiontoit。Thehepeculiardyioarat。Whatcouldthatmean？Itotbedelirium。Amandyingfromasuddeedelirious。No，itwasmorelikelytobeaoexplaihisfate。Butwhatcoulditindicate？IcudgelledmybrainstofindsomepossibleexplanatioheihegreybyyoungMcCarthy。Ifthatweretruethemurderermusthavedroppedsomepartofhisdress，presumablyhisoverhisflight，andmusthavehadthehardihoodtoreturnandtocarryitawayattheihesohhisbaednotadozenpacesoff。Whatatissueofmysteriesandimprobabilitiesthewholethingwas！Ididrade'sopinioIhadsomuchfaithinSherloes'insightthatIotlosehopeaslongaseveryfreshfactseemedtthenhisofyoungMcCarthy'sinnoce。