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1 Stooped to the holo, and recoiled In hOfrof. Moonlight Was streaming into the room, and it was bright with a •fragile and shifty radiance. Looking straight at me, and suspended, as it Were, in the air, for all beneath was in shadow, there hung a fnce—the Very face of our companion Thaddeus. There was the same liig^h, shining head, the same circular bristle of red hair, the same bloodless countenance. The features were set, however, in a horrible smtle, a fixed and unnatural grin, which in that still and moonlit foom was more jarring to the nerves than any scowl or contortion. So like was the face to that of our little friend that I looked round at him to make sure that he was indeed with us. Then I recalled to mind that he had mentioned to us that his brother and he •were twins. "This is terrible!" I said to Holmes. "What is to be done?" . "The door must come down," he answered, and, springing against it, he put all his weight upon the lock. It creaked and groaned, but did not yield. Together we flung ourselves upon it once more, and this time it gave way with a sudden snap, and we found ourselves within Bartholomew Sholto's chamber. •It appeared to have been fitted up as a chemical laboratory. A double line of glass-stoppered bottles was drawn up upon the wall opposite the door, and the table was littered over with Bunsen burners, test tubes and retorts. In the corners stood carboys of acid in wicker baskets. One of these appeared to leak or to have been broken, for a stream of dark-colored liquid had trickled out from it, and the air was heavy with a peculiarly pungent tar- like odor. A set of steps stood at one side of the room, in the midst of a litter of lath and plaster, and above them there was an opening in the c'eil- dng large enough for a man to pass -through. At the foot of the steps a ; long coil of rope was thrown carelessly "together. j By the table, in a wooden arm-chair, "the master of the house was seated all ; .in a heap, with his head sunk upon his 'left shoulder, and that ghastly, inscrutable smile upon his face. He was stiff and cold, and 1 had clearly been dead many hours. It seemed to me that not only his features but all his limbs were j .yt'\visted-aB<i-turned- • in. the most __ fantastic fashion. By his halid" upon~tTie" table there lay a peculiar instrument, —a brown, close-grained stick, with a stone head like a hammer, rudely lashed on with coarse twine. Beside it was a torn sheet of note paper with some words scrawled upon it. Holmes glanced at it, and then handed it to me. "You see," he said, with a significant raising of the eyebrows. In the light of the lantern I read, with a thrill of horror: "The sign of the four." "In God's name, what does it all mean?" I asked. "It means murder," said he, stooping over the dead man. "Ah, I expected it. Surely you don't think that II was t? Is it likely that 1 would have bfotitfht you here if it were 1? Oh, deaf! oh, deaf t 1 know that t shall go inadi" He jerked his arms and stamped his feet in a kind of convulsive ffensiy. "You have no reason for feat*, Mr. Sholto," said Holmes, kindly, putting his hand upon his shoulder. "Take my advice and drive down to the station to report the matter to the police. Offer to assist them in every way. We shall wait here until your return." The little man obeyed in a half* stupefied fashion, and we heard him stumbling down the stairs in the dark. JIB WAS STIFF AND COLD, Iiook here!" He pointed to what looked like a long, dark thorn stuck in the skin just above the ear. "It looks like a thorn," said 1. "It is a thorn. You may pick it out, But be careful, for it is poisoned." I took it up between my finger and thumb. It came away from the skin so readily that hardly any mark was left behind. One tiny speck of blood showed were the punctiire had been, "This is all an insoluble mystery to roe," said I. "It grows darker instead of clearer," "On the contrary," he answered, "it clears every instant. I only require a few missing links to have an entirely connected case," We had almost forgotten our companion's presence since we entered tho chamber. He was still standing in the doorway, the very picture of terror, wringing his "hands' and moaning to himself. Suddenly, however, he broke o\ii into a sharp, querulous cry. "The treasure is gone!" he said. "They have robbed him of the treasure! There is the hole through which we Icmered it- \ helped him to do it, I was the last person who saw him! I left him here last night, and I beard him look tho door as I came downstairs." "What time was that?" "It was teu o'clock. And now he js. dead and the police will be called in and I shall bo buspeeted of having $ " '-" in it. Oh, yws, J aw sure I febal'l. you don't think sa- gentlemen? CHAPTER VL SHERLOCK IIOtMES GIVES A DEMONSTRATION. "Now, Watson," said Holmes, rubbing his hands, "we have half an hour to ourselves. Let us make good use of it. My case is, as I have told you, almost complete; but we must not err on the side of over-confidence. Simple as the case seems now, there may be something deeper underlying it," "Simple!" I ejaculated. "Surely," said he, with something of the air of a clinical professor expounding to his class. "Just sit in the corner there, that your footprints may not complicate matters. Now to work. In the first place, how did these folks come, and how did they go? The door has not been opened since last night. How of the window?" He carried the lamp across to it, muttering his observations aloud the while, but addressing them to himself rather than to me. "Window is snibbed on the inner side. Framework is solid. No hinges at the side. Let us open it. No water pipe near. Roof quite out of reach. Yet a man has mounted by the window. It rained a little last night. Here is the print of a mold upon the sill. And here is a circular muddy mark, and here again upon the floor, and here again by the table. See here, Watson! This is really a very pretty demonstration." I looked at the round, well-defined muddy discs. "That is not a footmark," said I. "It is something much more valuable to us. It is the impression of a wooden stump. You see here on the sill is the boot mark, a heavy boot with a broad metal heel, and beside it is the mark of the timber-toe." "It is the wooden-legged man." "Quite so. But there has been some one else—a very able and efficient ally. -Could;yGU scale-that-^yallivdoctor?" I looked out of the open window. The moon still shone brightly on that angle of the house. We were a good sixty feet from the ground, and, look where I would, I could see no foothold, nor as much as a crevice in the brickwork. "It is absolutely impossible," I answered. "Without aid it is so. But suppose you had a friend up here who lowered you this good, stout rope which I see in the corner, securing one end of it to this great hook in the wall. Then, I think, if you were an active man, you might swarm up, wooden leg and all. You would depart, of course, in the same fashion, and your ally would draw up the rope, untie it from the hook, shut the window, snib it on the inside, and get away in the way that he originally came. As a minor point, it may be noted," he continued, fingering the rope, "that our wooden-legged friend, though a fair climber, was not a professional sailor. His hands were far from horny. My lens discloses more than one blood mark, especially toward the end of the rope, from which I gather that he slipped down with such velocity that he took the skin off his hands." "This is all very well," said I, "but the thing becomes more unintelligible than ever. How about this mysterious ally? How came he into the room?" "Yes, the ally!" repeated Holmes, pensively, "There are features of interest about this ally. He lifts the case from the regions of the commonplace, I fancy that this ally breaks fresh ground in the annals of crime in this country—though parallel cases suggest themselves from India, and, if my memory serves me, from Seneeram- bia." "How came he, then?" I reiterated, "The door is locked, the window is inaccessible. Was it through the chimney?" "The grate is much too small," he answered. "I had already considered that possibility." "How then?" I persisted "You will not apply my precept," he said,shaking his head, "How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door, the window, or the chimney, We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no conceaiTOent possible, Whence, then, did he coine?" "He came through the hole in the roof," I cried, "Of course he did, Be must hare done sp, If you will have the kindness to bold the lamp fpy me, we shall ROW extend pur researches to the rpoin above—the secret room in whi<?h the treasure -was found-" He mounted the steps, and, seising $ raft'er with either hand, he swung him* self up into tho garret- Then, lying O n Jus .face, he reached down for the lamp aad held it while I followed bios- The chamber in which we found pur- aelyes was about ten feet one,way M* tin offer. TT»e flew*w^ff tM *aiterS, with thin between, So that in walklnf on! hkd to step f roin beam to beam. The* rbttf ran Up to an apex, and was evidently the iftnef shell of the true roof of the house. There was no fUfnitUfe of any Soft) and the accumulated dust of yeaf s lay thick upon the 1 floe*. "Here you are, you see,' 1 said Sher* lock Holmes, putting his hand against the sloping wall. "This is a trapdoor which leads out onto the roof. I can press it back, and here is the fool itself, sloping at a gentle angle. This, then, is the way fey which ftumbeftiiie entered. Let us. see if We can find some other traces of his individuality.*' He held down the lamp to the floofi and as he did so t saw for the second' time that night a startled, surprised look come over his face. For myself, as ! followed his gaze my skin was cold under my clothes. The floof Was covered thickly With the pi-tots o f a baked foot—clear, Well defined, perfectly formed, but scarce half the size of those of an ordinary man. "Holmes," 1 said, Jtt a whisper, "a child has done this horrid thing," He had recovered his self-possession ih an instant. "1 was staggered for the moment," he said, "but the thing is quite natural. My memory failed me, or 1 should have been able to foretell it. There Is nothing more to be learned here. Let us go down." "What Is your theory, then, as to those footmarks?" I asked, eagerly, xvhen we had regained the lower room once more. "My dear Watson, try a little analysis yourself," said he, with a touch of impatience. "You know my methods. Apply them, and it will be instructive to compare results." "I cannot conceive anything xvhich will cover the facts," I answered, "It will be clear enough to you soon," he said, in an off-hand way. "I think that there is nothing else of importance here, but I will look." He HE HELD DOWN THE LAMP TO THE FLOOR. whipped out his lens and a tape measure, and hurried about the room on his knees, measuring, comparing, examining, with his long thin nose only a few inch"* ; from^thcLp.lanks, and his v bendy eyes gleaming and deep-set'like those of a bird. So swift, silent and furtive were his movements, like those of a trained blood-hound picking out a scent, that I could not but think what a terrible criminal he would have made had he turned his energy and sagacity against the law, instead of exerting them in its defense. As he hunted about, he kept muttering to himself, and finally he broke out into loud crow of delight. "We are certainly in luck," said he. "We ought to have very little trouble now. Number One has had the misfortune to tread in the creosote. You can see the outline of the edge of his small foot here at the side of this evil-smelling mess. The carboy has been cracked, you see, and the stuff has leaked out." "What then?" I asked. "Why, we have got him, that's all," said he. "I know a dog that would follow that scent to the world's end. If a pack can track a trailed herring across a shire, how far can a spe cially- trained hound follow so pungent a smell as this? It sounds like a sum in the rule of three. The answer should give us the— But halloo! here are the accredited representatives of the law," Heavy steps and the clamor of loud voices were audible from below, and the hall door, shut with a loud crash. "Before they come," said Holmes, "just put your hand here on this poor fellow's arm, and here on his leg. What do you feel?" "The puscles are as hard as a board," I answered. "Quite so, They are in a state of extreme contraction, far- exceeding the usual rip'or mortis. Coupled with this distortion of the face, this Hippoeratio smile, or 'risus sardonicus,' as the old writers called it, what conclusion would it suggest to your mind?" "Death from some powerful vegeta* ble alkaloid," I answered—"some strychnine-like substance which would, produce tetanus," "That was the idea which occurred to roe the instant I saw the drawn muscles of the face. On getting into the room I at onco looked for the means by which the poison had entered the system. As yon saw, I discovered a thorn which had been driven or shot with no great force into the scalp, You observe that the part struck was thatw&eh would'be turned towards the hole in the ceiling if the man were erect in his chair, Now examine this thorn." . I took it up gingerly and held it in the light pf the lantern. It was long, sharp and black, with a glazed Ipolj near the ppint as tbpugh spine gummy substance bad dried upon it. The blunt end h^A been trimmed and rpundod pfjf with a Isnife. "is, this an. English thorn?" he asked, "N.p t it certainly is not-" >*Witb all these data you should be able to draw spniejjust inference. JJu.t here are tbe regulars; sp the auxiliary fprces. niay feeat § retread" t As ho s jpQk.e, the gteps which h,a,d loudly m wiiff A paif twinkling *yeS which- out fe>m behind Swollen ftttd ptiffy pouches. Me was closely followed by an inspector ifi uniform^ and by tfee still palfcitatifig ThaddSttS Sholto. "Here's a businessf" fae cfied< ifi a muffled husky voice. "Here's a pretty business! But who are all these? Why, the house seems to be as full as a fab' bit-warrea." "1 thiftk you very mneh recollect tee, Mr. Athelney Jones," said Holmes, quietly, . • "Why, of course t dot*' he Wheeied. "It's Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the theo^ rist. fiemembefyout I'll never fof get how you lectured us all on causes and inferences and effects in the Bishop^ fate jewel case, it's true you Set ttft On the fight tracks btft yOti'll bWfi »dW that it was more by good luck thato food guidance." "It was a piece of fery simple reasoning," "Oh, come, now, comet Never be ashamed to own Up. But what Is all this? Bad business! Bad business! Stern facts here-'-no fooin f Of theories, How lucky that 1 happened to be out at Norwood over another case! 1 was at the station when the message arrived. What d'you think the man died of?" "Oh, this is hardly a case for me to theorize over,*' said Holmes, dryly. "No, no, Still, we can't deny that you hit the nail on the head sometimes. Dear me! Door locked, I Understand. Jewels worth half a million missing. How was the window?" "Fastened; but there are steps on the sill." "Well, well, if it was fastened the steps could have nothing to do with the matter. That's common sense, Man might have died in a fit; but then the jewels are missing. Hal I have a theory. These flashes come upon me at times. Just step outside, sergeant, and you, Mr. Sholto. Your friend can remain. What do you think of this, Holmes? Sholto was, on his Own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off with the treasure. How's that?" "On which the dead man very considerately got up' and locked,tbe.door, on the inside." "Huml There's a flaw there. Let us apply common sense to the matter. This Thaddeus Sholto was with hia brother; there was a quarrel; BO much we know. The brother is dead and the jewels are gone. So much also we know. No one saw the brother from the time Thaddeus left him. His bed had not been slept In. Thaddeus is evidently in a most disturbed state of mind. His appearance is—well, not attractive. You see that I am weaving my web round Thaddeus. The net begins to close upon him." "You are not quite in possession of the facts yet," said Holmes. "This splinter of wood, which I have every reason ^p..believe.^to> .be. poisoned, was in the man's scalp where you still see the mark; this card, inscribed as you see it, was on the table; and beside it. lay this rather curious stone-headed instrument. How does all that fit, into your ;f the6ry?l!., :.,.;>-'" ^ "• "Confirms it in every respect," said the fat detective, pompously. "House is full of Indian curiosities. Thaddeus brought this up, and if this splinter be poisonous Thaddeus may as well have made murderous use of it as any other man. The card is some hocus-pocus— a blind, as like as not. The only question is, how did he depart? Ah, of course, here is a hole in the roof." With great activity, considering his bulk, he sprang up the steps and squeezed through into the garret, and immediately afterwards we heard his exulting voice proclaiming that he had found the trap-door, "He can find something," remarked Holmes, shrugging his shoulders. "He has occasional glimmerings of reason. I'l n'y a pas des sots si incommodes que ceux qui'ont de 1'esprit!" "You seel" said Athelney Joues, reappearing down the steps again. "Facts are better than mere theories, after all. My view of the case is confirmed. There is a trap-door communicating with the roof, and it is partly open." "It was I who opened it." "Oh, indeed! You did notice it, then?" He seemed a little crestfallen at the discovery, "Well, whoever no- ef tn« t*e fn«ji!e ivto 'tfm tt ttsli rbOm kst eight, tiis fiatne, f have every reftsoti to believe, id Jonathan Small, Me is a poof ly-^dueated man, small, active, with his fight leg oft and Wearing a WOtrden s'tttnitJ which is Woftt away tip-on the ifangf side. Bis left boot has & coarse, sqUaf e-toed Sole, with an ifon band found the heel. He is a middle-aged tnan-, much sunburned, and has been a convict, These few indications may be of some assistance to you, doubled With tfag fact that thefts is a good deal of Skin missing from the palm of his hand. The* othef inan-^' "Ah! the other man?" asked Athel- hey Jones, it a sneer ititf voice, but impressed none the less, as t could easily see, by the precision O f the other's inannef. "Is a fathef Curious person, 0 Said Sherlock Holmes, turning upon his heel. "1 hope before long to be abte to intfo* duee you to the pal? of them. A wofd with you* Watson." tie led me out to the head of the fetaif. "This unexpected occurrence," he said, "has caused us father to lose sight of the original purpose of our EVERY >& J, if> i&jr.,!j, it, it shows bow ow g-pt away. Inspector!" "Yes, sir," from the p&sgage. "AsH Mr. Sholtp tP step this Mr. Shoito, it is my duty to inform you that anything 1 which you jnay say will he ijsed against you- I arrest you' in the queen's name as being- concerned in the, death of your brother. " I'Therei npw! PiUn't J tell ypu? u prjed the poor little roan, throwing put his hands and Jppking frpna p^ & the very stout, portly I J«|P% J»»U wtil ' ' twWe yo.urseif afeout it. Mr* said Holmes, ,*'J tWfttetot I ean eagage to Piwy SB of the 9tergi>. u l 'Poa l t p»ly "1 have just been thinking so,' 4 1 an» swered, "It is not right that Miss Morstan should remain in this stricken house." "No. You must escort her home. She lives with Mrs Cecil Forrester in Lower Camberwell; so it is not very far. I will wait for you here if you will drive out again. Of perhaps you are too tired?" "By no means. I don't think 1 could rest until 1 know more of this fantastic business, t have seen something of the rough side of life, but I give you my word that this quick succession of strange surprises to-night has shaken my nerve completely. 1 should like, however, to see the matter through with you, now that 1 have got so far." "Your presence will bo of great service to me," he answered. "We shall work the case Out independently and leave this fellow Jones to exult over any mare's-nest which he may choose to construct. When you have dropped Miss Morstan I wish you to go on to No. 3 Pinchin lane, dewn near the water's, <edge at Lambeth. The third house on .the right-hand side is a bird stuff er's; Sherman is the name. You will see a weasel holding a young rabbit in the window. Knock old Sherman up and tell him, with my compliments, that I want Toby at once. You will bring Toby back in the cab with you." "A dog, I suppose. 1 ' "Yes — a queer mongrel, with a most amazing power of scent. I would rather have Toby's help than that of the whole detective force of London." "I shall bring htm, then," said I. "It is one now. I ought to be back before three, if I can get a fresh horse." "And I," said Holmes, "shall see what 1 can learn from Mrs. Bernstone, and from the Indian servant, who, Mr. Thaddeus tells me, sleeps in the next garret. Then I shall study the great Jones's methods and listen to his not too delicate sarcasms. 'Wir sind ge- wohnt dass die Menschen verhohnen was sie nicht verstehen.' Goethe is always pithy." . CHAPTER VIL THE EPISODE OF THE BARREL. The police had brought a cab with them, and in this 1 escorted Miss Morstan back to her home, After the angelic fashion of women, she had borne trouble with a calm face as long as there was someone weaker than herself to support, and I had found her bright and placid by the side of the frightened housekeeper. In the cab, however, she first turned faint, and then burst into a passion of weeping— so sorely had she been tried by the adventures of the night. She has told me since that she thought me cold and distant upon that journey. She little guessed the struggle within my breast, or the effort of self-restraint which held me back. My sympathies and my love went out to her, even as my hand ,had in the garden. 1 felt that years of the conventionalities ci life could not teach me to know her sweet, brave nature as had this one day of strange experiences. Yet there were two thoughts which sealed the words of affection upon my lips. She was weak and helpless, shaken in mind and nerve, It was to take her at a disadvantage to obtrude love upon her at such a time. Worse, still, she was rich. IfHolmes'researches were successful she would be an heiress. Was it fail', was it honorable, that a half' pay surgeon should take such ad van* tage of an intimacy which chance bad brought about? Might she not look upon me as a mere vulgar fortune seeker? I could not bear to risk that such a thought should c a ross hey mind. This Agra treasure intervened like an impassable barrier between us, It was nearly two o'clock when we reached Mrs, Cecil Forrester's. The servants had retired hours ago, but Mrs- Forrester had been sp interested by the strange message which Miss Morstan had received that she had sat up in the hope pf her return, , She opened the door herself, a middle-aged, graceful woman, and it gave me joy to see bow tenderly her arm stPle round the other's waist and bow motherly was the voice in which she greeted her. {She was clearly no mere paid depend' ent, but an honored friend, j was, }n,* trpdueed, and Mrs,. Fprrester earnestly begged me tp s,tep in and to, tell her par adventures, j espiainedi hQwevpr, $* e importance pf my frrand, and prois* ised faithfully $s sail and report any progress wbiftfa we, jnight W^8 Sltl} the cj&ae., As we ,4roYs_ away I eMe, a that little, gr@u,p o« the step, the two slinging;' 8gj*r§% the, balfr *4Wt the 'ball light t>f raft!***'. __ 0 _ tiff silent gfefrlflfttatiftft.' was the original pTobleifc; that at l§a'st was pretty clear now. Tits de/ath of Capi. Morstan, the sending of > the pmrlsi the advertisement* the let* to-we had had light apos all those etents. They had only led us, how* 6v*? t to a deepef and f&f more tfaffie mystery- The Indian tfeasufe 4 tile cufiou§ plan found among Mofstafi's baggage, the strange scene at Maj. SholtO'S death, the rediscovery »f thS treasure immediately.followed by the* ifittfdef of the discoverer, the vefy &ifi k fulaf accompaniments to the crime, the footsteps, the remarkable weapons, the WOfdft upon the eafd, cofrespofidifig with those upon capt. Mofstan's chart *4iifi Indeed Was a labyrinth iff which i man less singularly endowed than my fellow lodger might well despair of ever finding the clew. Hnchia lane was a row of shabby two^&tbfied bfick houses in the lowet quarter of Lambeth, I had to knock f of some time at No. 3 bcf of el could make any impression. At last, how* ever, there was the glint of a candle behind the blind, and a face looked out at the upper window, "Go on, you drunken vagabond," said the face. "If you kick up any more row I'll open the kennels and let out forty-three dogs Upon you." "If you'll let one out it's just what t have come for," said I. . "Go on!" yelled the voice. "So help me gracious, 1 have a wiper in this bag, an* I'll drop it on you're 'ead if you don't hook it." "But I want a dog!" 1 cried, "I won't bo argued with!" shouted Mr. Sherman, "Now stand clear} for when I say 'three,' down goes the wiper." "Mr. Sherlock Holmes—" I began, but the words had a most magical effect, for the window instantly slammed down, and within. a minute the door was unbarred and open. Mr. Sherman was a lanky, lean old' man, with stooping shoulders, a stringy neck and blue- tinted glasses. "A friend of Mr. Sherlock is always welcome," said he. "Step in, sir. Keep clear of the badger; for he bites. Ah, naughty, naughty, would,,you,take a nip at the gentleman?" This to a stoat IJIIIIIIII niiwiM "NOW STAND CLEAR." which thrust its wicked head and red eyes between the bars of its cage. "Don't mind that, sir; it's only a slowworm. It hain't got no fangs, so I gives it the fun b' the room, for it keeps the beetles down. You must not mind my bein" just a little short wi' you at first, for I'm guyed at by the children, and there's'many a one just' comes down this lane to knock me up. What was it that Mr. Sherlock Holmes wanted, sir?" "He wanted a dog of yours." "Ah! that would be Toby." "Yes, Toby was the name." "Toby lives at No. 7 on. the left here." He moved slowly forward with his candle among the queer animal family which he had gathered round him. In the uncertain, shadowy light I could see dimly that there were glancing, glimmering eyes peeping down at us from every cranny and corner. " Even the rafters above our heads were lined by solemn fowls, who lazily shifted their weight from one leg to the other as our voices disturbed their slumbers. Toby proved to be an ugly, long" haired, lop-eared creature, half span* }el and half lurcher, bi f ownrand»white in color, with a very clumsy waddling, gait. It accepted, after some hesitation, a lump of sugar which the old naturalist banded to me, and, having thus sealed an alliance, it followed me to the cab, and made no difficulties about accompanying me. It bad just struck three on the palace clock when J found myself back once more at Pon« dicherry lodge, The ex-prlze-fighter McMurdP had, I found, been arrested as an accessory, and both he and Mr, • Sbplto had been marched off to, the statipn. Two constables guarded tjbf' narrow gate, but they allowed sje/jo., pass with the dog on my ^mentionJB[g'; the detective's name* k ' /,;• Hpimes. was standing on'the/dQpr^ step, with ' his bands in his smoking bis pipe, "Ah, yew have biw tbfcre!" said 'lw$ "Gpoddpg, then! Athelney Jones '"'" gone, We have bad an play of energy since ypi left ftrreiW not ' " ' ' ™ ' "the 7. ^ ,'.V rm yeu «%• S.AV;i 'tPP,ur§e.lY§6V to

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