? ? ? ? "Mr. Henry Wood, late of India, I believe," said Holmes affably. "I've come over this little matter of Colonel Barclay's death."
? ? ? ? "What should I know about that?"
? ? ? ? "That's what I want to ascertain. You know, I suppose, that unless the matter is cleared up, Mrs. Barclay, who is an old friend of yours, will in all probability be tried for murder."
? ? ? ? The man gave a violent start.
? ? ? ? "I don't know who you are," he cried, "nor how you come to know what you do know, but will you swear that this is true that you tell me?"
? ? ? ? "Why, they are only waiting for her to come to her senses to arrest her."
? ? ? ? "My God! Are you in the police yourself?"
? ? ? ? "No."
? ? ? ? "What business is it of yours, then?"
? ? ? ? "It's every man's business to see justice done."
? ? ? ? "You can take my word that she is innocent."
? ? ? ? "Then you are guilty."
? ? ? ? "No, I am not.
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