Fiveminutesafterwardsthreesmall，limping，shiveringfiguresstealalongthroughtheDoctor’sgarden，andintothehousebytheservants’entrancealltheothergateshavebeenclosedlongsince，wherethefirstthingtheylightuponinthepassageisoldThomas，amblingalong，candleinonehandandkeysintheother。
Hestopsandexaminestheirconditionwithagrimsmile。“Ah！
East，Hall，andBrown，lateforlocking-up。MustgouptotheDoctor’sstudyatonce。“
“Wellbut，Thomas，mayn’twegoandwashfirst？Youcanputdownthetime，youknow。“
“Doctor’sstudyd’rectlyyoucomein——that’stheorders，“