if　there　is　a　quarrel；　began。　The　lady　keeps　her　room；　alters　her
  habits；　is　not　seen　save　when　she　drives　out　with　her　maid；　refuses　to
  stop　at　the　stables　to　greet　her　favourite　horse；　and　apparently　takes
  to　drink。　That　covers　the　case；　does　it　not？〃
  〃Save　for　the　business　in　the　crypt。〃
  〃That　is　another　line　of　thought。　There　are　two；　and　I　beg　you
  will　not　tangle　them。　Line　A；　which　concerns　Lady　Beatrice；　has　a
  vaguely　sinister　flavour；　has　it　not？〃
  〃I　can　make　nothing　of　it。〃
  〃Well；　now；　let　us　take　up　line　B；　which　concerns　Sir　Robert。　He
  is　mad　keen　upon　winning　the　Derby。　He　is　in　the　hands　of　the　Jews；
  and　may　at　any　moment　be　sold　up　and　his　racing　stables　seized　by
  his　creditors。　He　is　a　daring　and　desperate　man。　He　derives　his　income
  from　his　sister。　His　sister's　maid　is　his　willing　tool。　So　far　we　seem
  to　be　on　fairly　safe　ground；　do　we　not？〃
  〃But　the　crypt？〃
  〃Ah；　yes；　the　crypt！　Let　us　suppose；　Watson…　it　is　merely　a
  scandalous　supposition；　a　hypothesis　put　forward　for　argument's
  sake…　that　Sir　Robert　has　done　away　with　his　sister。〃
  〃My　dear　Holmes；　it　is　out　of　the　question。〃
  〃Very　possibly；　Watson。　Sir　Robert　is　a　man　of　an　honourable
  stock。　But　you　do　occasionally　find　a　carrion　crow　among　the　eagles。
  Let　us　for　a　moment　argue　upon　this　supposition。　He　could　not　fly
  the　country　until　he　had　realized　his　fortune；　and　that　fortune
  could　only　be　realized　by　bringing　off　this　coup　with　Shoscombe
  Prince。　Therefore；　he　has　still　to　stand　his　ground。　To　do　this　he
  would　have　to　dispose　of　the　body　of　his　victim；　and　he　would　also
  have　to　find　a　substitute　who　would　impersonate　her。　With　the　maid
  as　his　confidante　that　would　not　be　impossible。　The　woman's　body　might
  be　conveyed　to　the　crypt；　which　is　a　place　so　seldom　visited；　and　it
  might　be　secretly　destroyed　at　night　in　the　furnace；　leaving　behind　it
  such　evidence　as　we　have　already　seen。　What　say　you　to　that；　Watson？〃
  〃Well；　it　is　all　possible　if　you　grant　the　original　monstrous
  supposition。〃
  〃I　think　that　there　is　a　small　experiment　which　we　may　try
  to…morrow；　Watson；　in　order　to　throw　some　light　on　the　matter。
  Meanwhile；　if　we　mean　to　keep　up　our　characters；　I　suggest　that　we
  have　our　host　in　for　a　glass　of　his　own　wine　and　hold　some　high
  converse　upon　eels　and　dace；　which　seems　to　be　the　straight　road　to
  his　affections。　We　may　chance　to　come　upon　some　useful　local　gossip　in
  the　process。〃
  In　the　morning　Holmes　discovered　that　we　had　come　without　our
  spoon…bait　for　jack；　which　absolved　us　from　fishing　for　the　day。　About
  eleven　o'clock　we　started　for　a　walk；　and　he　obtained　leave　to　take
  the　black　spaniel　with　us。
  〃This　is　the　place；〃　said　he　as　we　came　to　two　high　park　gates
  with　heraldic　griffins　towering　above　them。　〃About　midday；　Mr。
  Barnes　informs　me；　the　old　lady　takes　a　drive；　and　the　carriage　must
  slow　down　while　the　gates　are　opened。　When　it　comes　through；　and
  before　it　gathers　speed；　I　want　you；　Watson；　to　stop　the　coachman　with
  some　question。　Never　mind　me。　I　shall　stand　behind　this　holly…bush　and
  see　what　I　can　see。〃
  It　was　not　a　long　vigil。　Within　a　quarter　of　an　hour　we　saw　the
  big　open　yellow　barouche　coming　down　the　long　avenue；　with　two
  splendid；　high…stepping　gray　carriage　horses　in　the　shafts。　Holmes
  crouched　behind　his　bush　with　the　dog。　I　stood　unconcernedly
  swinging　a　cane　in　the　roadway。　A　keeper　ran　out　and　the　gates　swung
  open。
  The　carriage　had　slowed　to　a　walk；　and　I　was　able　to　get　a　good　look
  at　the　occupants。　A　highly　coloured　young　woman　with　flaxen　hair　and
  impudent　eyes　sat　on　the　left。　At　her　right　was　an　elderly　person　with
  rounded　back　and　a　huddle　of　shawls　about　her　face　and　shoulders　which
  proclaimed　the　invalid。　When　the　horses　reached　the　highroad　I　held　up
  my　hand　with　an　authoritative　gesture；　and　as　the　coachman　pulled　up　I
  inquired　if　Sir　Robert　was　at　Shoscombe　Old　Place。
  At　the　same　moment　Holmes　stepped　out　and　released　the　spaniel。　With
  a　joyous　cry　it　dashed　forward　to　the　carriage　and　sprang　upon　the
  step。　Then　in　a　moment　its　eager　greeting　changed　to　furious　rage；　and
  it　snapped　at　the　black　skirt　above　it。
  〃Drive　on！　Drive　on！〃　shrieked　a　harsh　voice。　The　coachman　lashed
  the　horses；　and　we　were　left　standing　in　the　roadway。
  〃Well；　Watson；　that's　done　it；〃　said　Holmes　as　he　fastened　the
  lead　to　the　neck　of　the　excited　spaniel。　〃He　thought　it　was　his
  mistress；　and　he　found　it　was　a　stranger。　Dogs　don't　make　mistakes。〃
  〃But　it　was　the　voice　of　a　man！〃　I　cried。
  〃Exactly！　We　have　added　one　card　to　our　hand；　Watson；　But　it　needs
  careful　playing；　all　the　same。〃
  My　companion　seemed　to　have　no　further　plans　for　the　day；　and　we　did
  actually　use　our　fishing　tackle　in　the　mill…stream；　with　the　result
  that　we　had　a　dish　of　trout　for　our　supper。　It　was　only　after　that
  meal　that　Holmes　showed　signs　of　renewed　activity。　Once　more　we
  found　ourselves　upon　the　same　road　as　in　the　morning；　which　led　us
  to　the　park　gates。　A　tall；　dark　figure　was　awaiting　us　there；　who
  proved　to　be　our　London　acquaintance；　Mr。　John　Mason；　the　trainer。
  〃Good…evening；　gentlemen；〃　said　he。　〃I　got　your　note；　Mr。　Holmes。
  Sir　Robert　has　not　returned　yet；　but　I　hear　that　he　is　expected
  to…night。〃
  〃How　far　is　this　crypt　from　the　house？〃　asked　Holmes。
  〃A　good　quarter　of　a　mile。〃
  〃Then　I　think　we　can　disregard　him　altogether。〃
  〃I　can't　afford　to　do　that；　Mr。　Holmes。　The　moment　he　arrives　he
  will　want　to　see　me　to　get　the　last　news　of　Shoscombe　Prince。〃
  〃I　see！　In　that　case　we　must　work　without　you；　Mr。　Mason。　You　can
  show　us　the　crypt　and　then　leave　us。〃
  It　was　pitch…dark　and　without　a　moon；　but　Mason　led　us　over　the
  grasslands　until　a　dark　mass　loomed　tip　in　front　of　us　which　proved　to
  be　the　ancient　chapel。　We　entered　the　broken　gap　which　was　once　the
  porch；　and　our　guide；　stumbling　among　heaps　of　loose　masonry；　picked
  his　way　to　the　corner　of　the　building；　where　a　steep　stair　led　down
  into　the　crypt。　Striking　a　match；　he　illuminated　the　Melancholy　place…
  dismal　and　evil…smelling；　with　ancient　crumbling　walls　of　rough…hewn
  stone；　and　piles　of　coffins；　some　of　lead　and　some　of　stone；　extending
  upon　one　side　right　up　to　the　arched　and　groined　roof　which　lost
  itself　in　the　shadows　above　our　heads。　Holmes　had　lit　his　lantern；
  which　shot　a　tiny　tunnel　of　vivid　yellow　light　upon　the　mournful
  scene。　Its　rays　were　reflected　back　from　the　coffin…plates；　many　of
  them　adorned　with　the　griffin　and　coronet　of　this　old　family　which
  carried　its　honours　even　to　the　gate　of　Death。
  〃You　spoke　of　some　bones；　Mr。　Mason。　Could　you　show　them　before
  you　go？〃
  〃They　are　here　in　this　corner。〃　The　trainer　strode　across　and　then
  stood　in　silent　surprise　as　our　light　was　turned　upon　the　place。　〃They
  are　gone；〃　said　he。
  〃So　I　expected；〃　said　Holmes；　chuckling。　〃I　fancy　the　ashes　of
  them　might　even　now　be　found　in　that　oven　which　had　already　consumed　a
  part。〃
  〃But　why　in　the　world　would　anyone　want　to　burn　the　bones　of　a　man
  who　has　been　dead　a　thousand　years？〃　asked　John　Mason。
  〃That　is　what　we　are　here　to　find　out；〃　said　Holmes。　〃It　may　mean
  a　long　search；　and　we　need　not　detain　you。　I　fancy　that　we　shall　get
  our　solution　before　morning。〃
  When　John　Mason　had　left　us；　Holmes　set　to　work　making　a　very
  careful　examination　of　the　graves；　ranging　from　a　very　ancient　one；
  which　appeared　to　be　Saxon；　in　the　centre；　through　a　long　line　of
  Norman　Hugos　and　Odos；　until　we　reached　the　Sir　William　and　Sir
  Denis　Falder　of　the　eighteenth　century。　It　was　an　hour　or　more
  before　Holmes　came　to　a　leaden　coffin　standing　on　end　before　the
  entrance　to　the　vault。　I　heard　his　little　cry　of　satisfaction　and
  was　aware　from　his　hurried　but　purposeful　movements　that　he　had
  reached　a　goal。　With　his　lens　he　was　eagerly　examining　the　edges　of
  the　heavy　lid。　Then　he　drew　from　his　pocket　a　short　jemmy；　a
  box…opener；　which　he　thrust　into　a　chink；　levering　back　the　whole
  front；　which　seemed　to　be　secured　by　only　a　couple　of　clamps。　There
  was　a　rending；　tearing　sound　as　it　gave　way；　but　it　had　hardly
  hinged　back　and　partly　revealed　the　contents　before　we　had　an
  unforeseen　interruption。
  Someone　was　walking　in　the　chapel　above。　It　was　the　firm；　rapid　step
  of　one　who　came　with　a　definite　purpose　and　knew；　well　the　ground　upon
  which　he　walked。　A　light　streamed　down　the　stairs；　and　an　instant
  later　the　man　who　bore　it　was　framed　in　the　Gothic　archway。　He　was　a
  terrible　figure；　huge　in　stature　and　fierce　in　manner。　A　large
  stable…lantern　which　he　field　in　front　of　him　shone　upward　upon　a
  strong；　heavily　moustached　face　and　angry　eyes；　which　glared　round　him
  into　every　recess　of　the　vault；　finally　fixing　themselves　with　a
  deadly　stare　upon　my　companion　and　myself。
  〃Who　the；　devil　are　you？〃　he　thundered。　〃And　what　are　you　doing　upon
  my　property？〃　Then；　as　Holmes　returned　no　answer；　he　took　a　couple
  of　steps　forward　and　raised　a　heavy　stick　which　he　carried。　〃Do　you
  hear　me？〃　he　cried。　〃Who　are　you？　What　are　you　doing　here？〃　His　cudgel
  quivered　in　the　air。
  But　instead　of　shr