Monsieur Léviat

I had hoped that perhaps you would adopt one of the disguises in which you are so adept, I am told.

Mon Dieu, you mean that violence and sudden death are so common that they do not attract even the passing interest?

Are you carrying a revolver, Dr. Watson?

Yes, mademoiselle.

We were afraid that we might have arrived at the time of tragedy.

Yes, indeed.

Yes, I quite agree on it.

It would seem to me that your uncle has a distinct talent for practical joking, mademoiselle.

It is comforting for an aspiring detective like myself to know that the great Sherlock Holmes is fallible.

Yes, indeed.

The people in there, holding him prisoner, forced him to reveal what he has done.

Search the grounds?

For what?

I can answer that question, Monsieur Doctor.

The search for signs of the freshly turned earth of a grave.

And no one has come to the house or left it since that telegram was delivered.

Leo!

Did you find anything?

Another trace of the missing men, Monsieur Holmes.