Second window left. After dusk. G.' That is definite enough.
I think after breakfast we must make a little reconnaissance of
Mrs. Warren's neighbourhood. Ah, Mrs. Warren! what news do you
bring us this morning?"

Our client had suddenly burst into the room with an explosive
energy which told of some new and momentous development.

"It's a police matter, Mr. Holmes!" she cried. "I'll have no
more of it! He shall pack out of there with his baggage. I
would have gone straight up and told him so, only I thought it
was but fair to you to take your opinion first. But I'm at the
end of my patience, and when it comes to knocking my old man
about--"

"Knocking Mr. Warren about?"

"Using him roughly, anyway."

"But who used him roughly?"

"Ah! that's what we want to know! It was this morning, sir. Mr.
Warren is a timekeeper at Morton and Waylight's, in Tottenham
Court Road. He has to be out of the house before seven. Well,
this morning he had not gone ten paces down the road when two men
came up behind him, threw a coat over his head, and bundled him
into a cab that was beside the curb. They drove him an hour,
and then opened the door and shot him out. He lay in the roadway
so shaken in his wits that he never saw what became of the cab.
When he picked himself up he found he was on Hampstead Heath; so