three of us were armed. Lestrade glanced with a shiver round him at
the huge lake of fog that lay over the Grimpen Mire, and Holmes asked
us to walk on tiptoe and not to talk above a whisper once we saw
the end of our journey. We stopped two hundred yards from the house,
to make an ambush. Holmes sent me forward to see what was happening.
Keeping in the shadow of the low wall which surrounded the stunted
orchard, I looked through the uncurtained window.
There were only two people in the room. They sat with their profile
toward me on either side of the round table. One was talking with
animation, but the other looked pale & distrait. As I watched, the 
former came outside for a moment to an outhouse in the corner of the
orchard, and then rejoined the other, who had refilled his glass and was
leaning back in chair. I returned to Holmes to report.
