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Algona, Iowa
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'_ -i . •M5; IV. stoftt op firs BALD-HEADED SlA*r. We followed the Indian down the Adrdid and common passage, 111 lit and Worse furnished, until he came to a •door upon the right, which he threw •opeh. A blaze of yellow light streamed oiit upon us, and in the center of the glare there stood a small man with tt very hi jh head, a bristle of red hair all round the fringe of it, and bald shining scalp, which shot out from among it like a mountain peak from fir trees. He Writhed his hands together as he stood, and his features were in a perpetual jerk, now Handling, now scowling, but never for fi,n instant in repose. Nature had given him a pendulous lip, and a too visible line of yellow and irregular, teeth, i which he strove feebly to conceal by | constantly passing his hand over the jlower part of his face. In spite of«his l-obtrusivc baldness, he gave the impres- tsion of youth. In point of fact he had [just turned his thirtieth year. "Your servant, Miss Morstan," he Jkept repeating in a thin, high voice. •"Your servant, gentlemen. Pray step Into my little sanctum. A small place, miss, but furnished to my own liking. An oasis of art in the howling desert of South London." i We were all astonished by the ap- .pearance of the apartment into which ihe invited us. In that sorry house it llooked as out of place as a diamond of •the first water in a setting of brass. The richest and glossiest of curtains and tapestries draped the walls, looped back here and there to expose some irichly mounted painting or Oriental |vase. The carpet waa of amber and Jblack, so soft and so thick that the #f oofc sank pleasantly into it, as into n "(bed of moss. Two great tiger-skins rethrown athwart it increased the sug- ^jffestion of eastern luxury, as did a ', jfauge hookah which stood updn a mat • tin the corner. A lamp in the f ashionjof . -a silver dove was hung from an almost invisible golden wire in the center of -• the room. As it burned it filled the air * with a subtle and aromatic odor. £• ^Mr. ThaUdeusSholto,"saidthe little i man, still jerking and smiling. "That i is my name. You are Miss Morstan, of cjjourse. And these gentlemen—" .; '"This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and "this Dr. Watson." "A doctor, eh?" cried he, much ex^. cited. "Have you your stethoscope? Might I ask you—would you have the kindness? I have grave doubts as to my mitral valve, if you would be so very good. The aortic I may rely upon, but I should value your opinion upon the mitral." 1 listened to his heart as requested, but was wnable to find anything amiss, eave indeed that he was in an ecstasy of fear, for he shivered from head to fwot. "It appears to be normal,' I said. "You have no cause for uneasiness." "You will excuse my anxiety, Miss Morstan," he remarked, airily. "I am id great sufferer, and I have long had •suspicions as to "thrat valve. I am delighted to hear that they are unwarranted. Qad your father, Miss Mor- •stan, refrained from throwing a strain upon his heart he might have been alive now." I could have struck the man across the face, so hot was I at this callous and off-hand refei'ence to so delicate a matter Miss Morstan cat. down ann her face grew white to the lips. "I knew in ray heart that he was dead," said she. "I can give you every information," said he, "and, what is more, I can do you justice; and I will, too, whatever Brother Bartholomew may say. I am so glad to have your friends here, not only as an escort to you, but also as witnesses to what I am about to do and say. The three of us can show a bold front to Brother Bartholomew, But let us have no outsiders—no police or officials. We can settle everything satisfactorily among ourselves, without any interference. Nothing would annoy Brother Bartholomew more than any publicity." He sat down upon alow .-settee and blinked at us inquiringly •with bis weak, watery blue eyes. "For my part," said Holmes, "whatever you may choose to say will go no further," . I nodded to show my agreement, "That is well! That ia well!" said he-"May I offer you a glass of Chianti, Itfiss Morstan? Or of Tokay? I keep ;»o other wines, Shall I open a flask? .No? Well, then, I trust that you have ••no objection to tobacco smoke,' to the .•mild balsamic odor of the eastern to ' "bacco. I am a little nervous, and I find hookah an invaluable podative," applied a taper to the great bowl, tbe smoke bubbled merrily through "the rose water- We sat all three in a semicircle, with our beads advanced, our ehins upon our hands, while strange, Jerky little fellow, with bigh, shining bead, puffed uneasily vfu the center. . ^ben I first determined to make -ibis communication to yo.i»,"eai4 be, might have given you my address, I learpd. that "you might disregard request and bring unpleasant peo< with you, \ toofe the liberty, there- * * - m appointment ta si»ob WUJtems might be complete " he had ing from all forms of rough materialism. I seldom come ia contact with the rough crowd. I live, as yoU see, with some little atmosphere of ele* gance around mo. 1 may call myself a patron of the arts, tt is my weakness. The landscape is a genuine Carot, and, though a connoisseur might perhaps throw a doubt upon that Sal vator Rosa, there cannot be the least question about the Bouguereati. I am partial to the modern French school." "You will excuse me, Mr. Sholto," said Miss Morstan, "but 1 .am here at your request to learn something Which you desire to toll me. It is-very late, and I should desire the interview to bo as short as possible." "At the best it must take some time," he answered; "for we shall certainly have to go to Norwood and sec Brother Bartholomew. We shall all go and try if we can get the better of Brother Bartholomew. He is very angry with me for taking the course which has seemed right to me. I had quite high words with him last night. You cannot imagine what a terrible fellow he is when he is angry." "If we are to go to Norwood It would perhaps be as well to start at once," I ventured to remark. He laughed until his ears were quite red. "That would hardly do," he cried. "I don't know what ho would say if I "THAT WOULD DO, my and. brought you in that sudden way. No, I must prepare you by showing you how we all stand to each other. In the first place, I must tell vou that there are several points in the story of which I am myself ignorant. I can only lay the facts before you as far as I know them myself. "My father was, as you may have guessed, Maj. John Sholto, once of the Indian army. He retired some eleven years ago, and came to live at Pondi- clierry lodge in Upper Norwood. He had prospered in India, and brought back with him a considerable sum of money, a large collection of valuable curiosities and a staff of native servants. With these advantages he bought himself a house and lived in great luxury. My twin brother Bartholomew and I were the only children. "1 very well remember the sensation which was caused by the disappearance of Capt. Morstan. We read the details in the papers, and, knowing that he had been a friend of our father's, we discussed the case freely in his presence. He used to join in our speculations as to what could have happened. Never for an instant did wo suspect that he had the whale secret hidden in his own breast—that of all men he alone knew the fate of Arthur Morsttm, "We did know, however, that some mystery—some positive danger—overhung our father, lie was very fearful of going out alone, and he always employed two prize fighters to act as porters at Pondicherry lodge. Williams, who drove you to-night, was one of them. He was once light-weight champion of England. Our father would never tell us what it was that he feam., but he had a most marked aversion f o men with wooden le.<?s. On one occasion he actually fired his revolver at a wooden-legged man, who proved to be a harmless tradesman canvassing for orders. We had to pay a large sum to hush the matter up. My brother and I used to think this a mere whim of my father's, but events have since led us to change our ppinlon, "Early in 1883 my father received » letter from fndia which was a great shock to him. He nearly fainted at the breakfast table wben be opened it, and from tbat day be sickened to his death. What was in the letter we cou44 never discover, but 1 could see as bo held it that it was short and written in a scrawling hand. He had suffered for years from an enlarged spleen, but he now became rapidly worse.and towards the end of April we were informed that he was beyond a}l hope, and that be wished to make a last communication tows. "When we entered bis room be was propped up with pillows and breathing heavily- He besought »s to ioek tbe door an4 to eome upon either sJ4e of tbe be4< Then, grasping our hands, be made a remarkable statement to us, in a voice which was brokeu as much by emotion as by pain,. I shall try an4 gjye it to yoq in his pwg yery words »»j have only pne thing,' »wblcb wpigbs TOOR my mind &t this, supreme moment- It i§ «jy treatment p,f poor Moj'staa greed which has keen Ite treaMft* Mfl at tattft e! Wbieft Should hfivl fceefc hers. Aftti yet I nave 1 faade* flo use of it myself-so blifi'd" tfffd foolish a thing Is avarice. Thetner« feeling of possession has been 60 dear io fee that 1 cottld hot beat to snare it With another. See that ehaptet tipped with pearls beside the quinine bottle? Even that I could not beaf to part with, although t had pot it.out With the design of sending it to hef. You, toy sons, Will give her a fair share of the Agra treasure. But send hef noth- ing—ttot even the ehaplek—until 1 ata goae. After all, isea hate been »s bad as this and have recovered. ltt t will tell ^ou. how, Morstaa died,* he continued. 'Qe had suffered for years from 6 weak heart, but he con* cealed it from everyone, t alone knew it. Whaa in India* he and 1, through a remarkable chain of circumstances, came into possession of a considerable treasure, f brought it over td fing- lattd, and on the night of Mofstati's ai^ rival ho came straight over here to claim his share. Ue walked over from the station, and was admitted by my faithful old Lai Chowdaf, who is now dead. Morstan and t had a difference of opinion as to the division of the treasure, and we came to heated words. Morstan had sprung out of his chair in a paroxysm of anger, when he suddenly pressed his hand to his side, his face turned a dusky hue, and he fell backwards, cutting his head against the corner of the treasure-chest, When I stooped over him t found, to my horror, that he was dead. '"For a long time I sat half distracted, wondering what I should do. My first impulse was, of course, to call for assistance; but 1 Could not but recognize that there was every chence that 1 would be accused of his murder. His death at the moment of a quarrel, and the gash in his head, would be black against me. Again, an official inquiry could not be made without bringing out some facto about the treasure, which I was particularly anxious to keep secret. He had told me that no soul upon earth knew where ho hod gone. There seemed to be no necessity why any soul ever should know. " 'I wa&fS,tjijU, pondering over the 'matter, when, looking up, I saw my servant, Lai Chowdar,.,in .the doorway. He stole in, and bolted the door behind him, "Do not fear, sahib," he said. "No one need know that you have killed him. Let us hide him away, and tvJ» is the Wiser?" "J did not kill him." said L La,l Chowdar shook his head, and smiled. "I heard it all, sahib," sa}d he, "I heard you quarrel, and 1 heard the blow. But my lips are sealed. AJ1 are asleep in the house. Let ns put him away .together." That was enough to decide me. If my own servant could not be.lieve my innocence, how could I hope to. make it good before twelve foolish tradesmen in 1 a jury bo:£? Lai Chowdar and I disposed of the body that night, and within a few days the London - papers were full of the mysterious disappearance of Capt. Morstan. You will see from what I say that I can hardly be .blamed in the matter; My fault lies'in the fact that we concealed, not only the body, but also the treasure, and that 1 have clung to Morstan's shnre as well as to my own. I wish you, therefore, to make restitution. Put your ears down to my mouth. The treasure is hidden in—' At this instant a horrible change came over his expression; his eyes stared wildly, his jaw dropped, and he yelled in a voice I can never forget: 'Keep him out! For Christ's sake keep him out!' We both stared round at the window behind us upon which his gaze was fixed. A face was looking in at us out of the darkness. We could see the whitening of the nose where it was pressed against the glass. It was a bearded, hairy face, with wild, cruel eyes and an expression of concentrated malevolence. M}' brother and I rushed towards the window, but the man was gone. When we returned to my father his head had dropped and his pulse had ceased to beat. "We searched the garden that night, but found no sign of the intruder, save that just under the window a single footmark was visible in the flower-bed, But for that one trace, we might have thought that pur imaginations had conjured up that wild, fierce face. We soon, however, had another and more striking proof that there were secret agencies at work all around us. The window of my father's room was found open in the morning, his cupboards and boxes had been rifled, and upon his chest was fixed a torn piece of paper, with the words 'The sign of the four' scrawled across it. What the phra&v< meant, or who our secret visitor *Mfi fcifrfcfi ttAfc Sfopfiitt to LioMf Sis fiOOKAH, we dug and delved in every part of the garden, Without discovering its where* abouts. It was maddening to think that the hiding place Was oil his very lips at the moment that he died. We could judge the splendor of the missing riches by the chaplet which he bad taken out. Over this chaplet my brother Bartholomew and 1 had some littlo discussion. The pearls were evi* dently of great value, and he was averse to part with -them, for, between friends, my brother wtis himself a little inclined to my father's fault. He thought, too, that if we parted with the chaplet it might give rise to gossip, and finally bring us into trouble. It was all that I could do to persuade him to let me find out Misjs Morstan's address and send her a detached pearl at fixed intervals, so that, at least, she might never feel destitute." i "It waa a kindly thought," 'It said was our ex- companion, earnestly, tremely good of you." The little man waved his hand deprecatingly, "We were your trustees," he said. "That was the view which I took of it, though Brother Bartholomew could not altogether see it in thai light. We had plenty of money ourselves. I desired no more. Besides, it would have been such.bad _taste to have treated a young : lady in; so '•< scurvy a fashion. 'Le mauvais gout'mene au crime. 1 The French' have a very neat way of putting these things. Our difference of opinion on this subject -went so far that I thought it best to set up rooms for myself; so I left Pondicherry lodge, taking the old khitmutgar and Williams with me. Yesterday, how* ever, I learned that an event of extreme importance has occurred. The treasure has been discovered. I instantly communicated '.• with Miss Mor- stan, and it only remains for us to drive out to Norwood and demand our share. I explained my views last night, to Brother Bartholomew; so we shall be expected, if not welcome, visitors." Mr. Thaddcus Sholto ceased, and sat twitching on his;luxurious settee. We all remained : sile'nt;' : with our thoughts upon the new development which the mysterious business had token. Holmes was the first to spring to his'feet, . ' "You have done well, sir, from first to last," said he. ''It is possible that we may be able to make you some small return by throwing some light upon that which is still dark to you. But, as Miss Morstan remarked just now, it is late, and we had best put the matter through without delay." Our new acquaintance very delib^ erately coiled up the tube of his hookah, and produced from behind a curtain a very long befrogged top coat with Astrakhan collars and cuffs. This he buttoned tightly up, in spite of the extreme closeness of the night, and finished his attire by putting on a rabbit-skin cap with hanging lappets which covered the ears, so that no part of him was visible save his mobile and peaky face. "My health is somewhat fragile," he remarked,*as he led the way down the passage. "I am com- hare bees, we never knew. As far as we can judge, none of my father's property had been actually stolen, though everything had been turned out. My brother ,and I naturally asso* elated this peculiar incident with tbe fear which haunted my father during bis life! but it is still a complete mystery to us," The little., own stopped to relight bis hookah, and puffed thoughtfully for a few moments. We bad all sat absorbed, listening to his extraordinary tive, At the short apeount of her ther's death Miss Morstan bad deadly white, and for a feared that she woe abovit to faint, She rallied, however, OB drinking a glass of water which I quietly poured out for her from a. Venetian carafe upon the side table. Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his ehaiy with an apstracte4 expression »n4 the U4s drawn low pver his glittering epes. $s I gianee4 at him I could not but think how on yerydaj be, had complained bit* of the commooplaceaess of life, tax bis, sagaejty &> the utmost. Mr. Tba^e&a §bo.HP looked, from one tfl . .„;.. . p,f tt§witb an obvious pride, the effect which bis ifowy h,a4 pre> as4 pelled to be a valetudinarian." Our cab was awaiting us outside, and our programme was evidently prearranged, for the driver started off at once at a rapid pace, Thaddeus Sholto talked incessantly, in a voice which rose high above the rattle of the wheels, "Bartholomew is a clever fellow,*' said he, ''How do you think he found out where the treasure was? He had come to the conclusion that it was somewhere indoors; so he worked out all the cubic space of the house and made measurements every where, so that not one inch should be unaccounted for, Among other things, he foxand that the height of the building was seven ty,*f our fee't, but on adding' to- gethcr the heights of all the separate rooms, and making every allowance for the space between, which he ascertained 'by borings, he could not bring the total to more than seventy feet. There were four feet unaccount* eel for. These could only be at the top of the building- Be kocked a hole, therefore, in the Jath^and'plaster ceil. Ing of the highest room, and there, euro enough, he came upon another little garret above it, which had been sealed up and was known to no one. jn the center stood the treasure-chest, resting upon two rafters, He lowered It through the Hole, and there iHies- <jpmput§8 J?be value of the Jewels at less than half ft million sterling." At .the mention of this gigwtip mm we all Btf red at one another open*eye4< orstao. cowld we secure Jw would sbanp frojn, a needy governess to the rjqhfst heiress }» JSng' land- Surely it was the plaee of » loyal friend to rejoiee at iweb n.ewgi yet I »w ashamed to say that selfish,' tool? w§ by the souii ao4 that my as be&yyp Iea4witbi» we, i itflia»ere4 awt mm few teg words of with lloiihes d&ciftfes that he o'Vftrneafd m<* of tSWttf ttSffe than two" drot?§ df 6tS- tof 6il, whlld f recommended stryell- nine in large doSefi as a sedative. However that inay be, I was certainly fe- lie^ed when on* cab bulled up with ft jerk and the coachman spfaeg dowH to open th6 doof. "This, Miss Motstah, is Pofidteherff lodge," said Mr. f haddetis Sholto, as he handed her out. ft WaS ftearf£ eiefgfi o'clock whgfi WS reached this flflal stage of duf night's adventures. We had left the 4ampfo| ef the great city oehitid its, and the night was fairly fine, A warm wind blew from the westward, and heavy clouds moved slowly across the sky, with half a moon peeping occasionally through the rifts. It was clear enough to see for some distance, but Thaddeus Sholto took down otto of the side-lamps from the carriage to give us a better light upon our way. Pondicherry lodge stood ia its owa grounds, and was girt round with a -Very high stone wall topped with broken glass. A single narrow iron* clamped door formed the only means of entrance. On this our guide knocked with a peculiar postman-like rat'tat. "Who is there?" cried a gruff voice from within. "It is I, McMurclo. You surely know my knock by this time." There was o grumbling sound .and a clanking and jarring of keys. The door swung heavily back, and a short, deep-chested man stood in the opening with the yellow light of the lantern shining upon his protruded face and twinkling, distrustful eyes. "That you, Mr, Thaddeus? But who are the others? I had no orders about them from my master." "No, McMurdo? You surprise mel 1 told my brother last night that I should bring some friends." "He haint been out o' his room today, Mr. Thaddeus, and I have no orders. You know Very well that I must stick to regulations. I can let you in* but your friends they must Just stop whcre.they are." This was an unexpected f obstacle,. Thaddeus" Sholto looked about'him in a perplexed and helpless manner. "This is too bad of you, McMurdo f he said. "If I guarantee them, that is enough for you. There is the young lady, too. She cannot wait on the public road at this hour." "Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus," said the porter, inexorably. "Folk may be friends o' yours, and yet no friends o' the master's. He pays me well to do my duty, and my duty I'll do. I don't know none o' your friends." "Oh, yes, you do, McMurdo," cried Sherlock Holmes, genially. "I dont think you can have forgotten me. Don't you remember the amateur who fought three rounds with you at Alison's rooms on the night of your, benefit four vears back?" a f ."Not Mr. Sherlock Holmes!" roared tihoiprize fighter. "God's" truth! how cbu]d. ! I have mistook you? If instead. 6' standin' there so quiet you had just stepped up and given me that cross hit of yours under the jaw, I'd ha' known you without a question. Ah, you're one that has wasted your gifts, you have! You might have aimed high, if you had joined the fancy." "You sec, Watson, if all else fails me I have still one of the scientific professions open to me," said Holmes, laughing. "Our friend won't keep us out in the cold now, I am sure." "In you come, sir, in you come—you and your friends," ho answered. "Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus, but orders are very strict. Had to be certain of your friends before.I let them in." Inside, a gravel path wound through desolate grounds to a huge elump of a house, square and prosaic, all plunged in shadow save where a moonbeam struck one corner and glimmered in a garret window. The vast size of the building, with its gloom and its deathly silence, struck a chill to the heart. Even Thaddeus Sholto seemed-ill at ease, and the lantern quivered and rattled in his hand. "1 cannot understand it," he said. "There must bo some mistake. 1 distinctly told Bartholomew that we should be here, and yet there is no light in bis window. I do not know what to make of it," "Does be always guard the premises in this way?" asked Holmes, "Yes; he has followed my father's custom. He was the favorite son, you know, and I sometimes think tbat my, father may have told bim mofe than; he ever told me. Tbat is Barthol-i omew's window up there where tbe moonshine strike*. It is quite brigbti but there is no light from within, ( think." "None," said Holmes. "But I see tbe..glint of a light in that little win- flow beside the 4oor," "Ah, tbat }s the housekeeper's room. That is where ojd Mrs. Bornstone sit& She can tell we all about jt. But per- baps you would not mind waiting here, for a minute or two, for if we ail gq in together, and she has no wor4 of our Doming, she may be ,&}arae<i, But bush! What is tbat?" He held up the lantern, and bis A&n,d sbook until the circles of light flickered, an4 wavered all roup4 B$ Miss Mor« stan seised my wmt, an4 we ail with thumping hearts, etraining ears, Frqjn the gre^tblfl«kbott§8 there so.wnd§4 through the §Uent night a»4 most pitiful the, ghriUi broken ^birope.rin# ftuiifgi sweat nti Ptre'd ktenly St f.Efft ! *Mft «3? U» f >i Iw.»! 8s ^ m Ai i iuiW >,* »**>» ^ jjjjMS* *~*£& . HE iiELii UJ* great rubbish heaps which cumbered the grounds. Miss Morstan and I stood together, aad her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is Iove 4 for herd were we two who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no Word or even look of affection had 6ver passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other, 1 have marveled at it since, but at the time it seeined the most natural thing that 1 should go out to her so, and,'as she has of ten told me, there was in her also the instinct' to turn to me for comfort aad protec" tlori. So we stood hand in hand, like two children, and there waa peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us. « "What, a strange place!" she said, looking around. ' "It looks as though all the moles in England had been let loose in it. I have seen something of the sort on the side of a hill near Ballorat, where the prospectors had been at work." , "And from the same cause," said Holmes. "These are the traces of treasure-seekers. You must remember that they were six years looking for it, No wonder that the ground looks like a grayelpit." "At th^at'mbmeht'>the-doop.',burst open, and Thaddeus Shbllo came cunning out, with his hands thrown forward and terror in his eyes. "There is something amiss with Bartholomew!" ho cried. "I am frightened! My nerves.cannot stand it." He was, indeed, half-blubbeping with fear, and his twitching, feeble face, peeping out from; the great Astrakhan collar,' had the helpless, appealing expression of a terrified child. "Come into," said Holmes; in his crisp, firm way. "Yes, do!" pleaded Thaddeus Sholto. "I really do not feel equal to giving directions." We all followed him into the housekeeper's room, which stood upon the left-hand side of the passage. The old woman was pacing, up and down* with a scared look and .restless,|| picking, "fingers, but the sight of Miss Morstan appeared tb: have a soothing effect upon her. "God bless your sweet calm face!" she cried, with a hysterical sob. "It does me good - to see you. Oh, but I have been sorely tired this day!" Our companion patted her thin, work- worn hand, and murmured some few words' of kindly womanly comfort which brought the color back.into the other's bloodless'cheeks. "Master has' locked himself in and will not answer me," she explained.. "All day. I have waited to hear from , him, for he often likes to be alone; -but' an hour ago I feared that something was amiss, so I went up and peeped through the keyhole. You must go M up, Mr,' Thaddeus—you mustcgo up and look for yourself, I have seen Mr, Bartholomew Sholto in joy and in sorrow for ten long years, but I never saw him with such a face on him as that." Sherlock Holmes took the lamp and led the way, for Thaddeus Sholto's teeth were chattering in his' head. So shaken was he that I had to pass my hand under his arm as we went up the stairs, for his knees were trembling under him. Twice as we ascended Holmes whipped his lens out of his pocket and carefully examined marks which appeared to me to be mere shapeless smudges of dust upon the cocoa-nut matting which served as a stair-carpet, He walked slowly from step to step, holding the lamp low, and shooting keen glances to right and left, Miss Morstan had,remained be-* hind with the frightened housekeeper, The third £ight. of. stairs en4e4' in It > straight passage of some length, with,, a great picture in Indian' tanestryj^ppn,, ; the right of it and three doors upon the left, , Holmes advanced along it in the same slow an4 methodical w&y, whilf- we kept elose at his heels, with e$r long black shadows, streaming war4s down the eopri4.or. The third floor was that whieh we were, seeking, Holmes knoeke4 without receiving any, answer, an4 then tpie4 to turn. **-handle and force ft Qp§»> • It.-?,*^. loQked on the inside, however') ~~ J '— '" broad and -powerful when .we get "ow lamp' up it. The. key being 1 the hoie.was,» ily cQB&oiQu§ tot be

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