"No, sir."

"Very good. Now, Mr. Soames, we will take a walk in the

quadrangle, if you please."

Three yellow squares of light shone above us in the gathering

gloom.

"Your three birds are all in their nests," said Holmes, looking up.

"Halloa! What's that? One of them seems restless enough."

It was the Indian, whose dark silhouette appeared suddenly

upon his blind. He was pacing swiftly up and down his room.

"I should like to have a peep at each of them," said Holmes.

"Is it possible?"

"No difficulty in the world," Soames answered. "This set of

rooms is quite the oldest in the college, and it is not unusual

for visitors to go over them. Come along, and I will personally

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