"Well, well, Mrs. Warren, let us hear about it, then. You don't
object to tobacco, I take it? Thank you, Watson--the matches!
You are uneasy, as I understand, because your new lodger remains
in his rooms and you cannot see him. Why, bless you, Mrs.
Warren, if I were your lodger you often would not see me for
weeks on end."

"No doubt, sir; but this is different. It frightens me, Mr.
Holmes. I can't sleep for fright. To hear his quick step moving
here and moving there from early morning to late at night, and
yet never to catch so much as a glimpse of him--it's more than I
can stand. My husband is as nervous over it as I am, but he is
out at his work all day, while I get no rest from it. What is he
hiding for? What has he done? Except for the girl, I am all
alone in the house with him, and it's more than my nerves can
stand."

Holmes leaned forward and laid his long, thin fingers upon the
woman's shoulder. He had an almost hypnotic power of soothing
when he wished. The scared look faded from her eyes, and her
agitated features smoothed into their usual commonplace. She sat
down in the chair which he had indicated.

"If I take it up I must understand every detail," said he. "Take
time to consider. The smallest point may be the most essential.
You say that the man came ten days ago and paid you for a
fortnight's board and lodging?"

"He asked my terms, sir. I said fifty shillings a week. There