PART I.
4. CHAPTER IV.  WHAT JOHN RANCE HAD TO TELL.
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"His face -- his dress -- didn't you notice them?" Holmes 
 broke in impatiently. 
"I should think I did notice them, seeing that I had to prop 
 him up -- me and Murcher between us.  He was a long chap, 
 with a red face, the lower part muffled round ----" 
"That will do," cried Holmes.  "What became of him?" 
"We'd enough to do without lookin' after him," the policeman 
 said, in an aggrieved voice.  "I'll wager he found his way 
 home all right." 
"How was he dressed?" 
"A brown overcoat." 
"Had he a whip in his hand?" 
"A whip -- no." 
"He must have left it behind," muttered my companion.  
 "You didn't happen to see or hear a cab after that?" 
"No." 
"There's a half-sovereign for you," my companion said, 
 standing up and taking his hat.  "I am afraid, Rance, that 
 you will never rise in the force.  That head of yours should 
 be for use as well as ornament.  You might have gained your 
 sergeant's stripes last night.  The man whom you held in your 
 hands is the man who holds the clue of this mystery, and whom 
 we are seeking.  There is no use of arguing about it now; 
 I tell you that it is so.  Come along, Doctor." 
We started off for the cab together, leaving our informant 
 incredulous, but obviously uncomfortable. 
"The blundering fool," Holmes said, bitterly, as we drove 
 back to our lodgings.  "Just to think of his having such an 
 incomparable bit of good luck, and not taking advantage of it." 
"I am rather in the dark still.  It is true that the 
 description of this man tallies with your idea of the second 
 party in this mystery.  But why should he come back to the 
 house after leaving it?  That is not the way of criminals." 
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