"Now we must see if we can find this witness for you, Lestrade.
Might I ask you all to join in the cry of `Fire!'? Now, then;one, two, three ---"
"Fire!" we all yelled.
"Thank you.I will trouble you once again.""Fire!"
"Just once more, gentlemen, and all together.""Fire!" The shout must have rung over Norwood.
It had hardly died away when an amazing thing happened.A door suddenly flew open out of what appeared to be solid wall at the end of the corridor, and a little, wizened man darted out of it, like a rabbit out of its burrow.
"Capital!" said Holmes, calmly."Watson, a bucket of water over the straw.That will do! Lestrade, allow me to present you with your principal missing witness, Mr.Jonas Oldacre."The detective stared at the new-comer with blank amazement.
The latter was blinking in the bright light of the corridor, and peering at us and at the smouldering fire.It was an odious face -- crafty, vicious, malignant, with shifty, light-grey eyes and white eyelashes.
"What's this, then?" said Lestrade at last."What have you been doing all this time, eh?"Oldacre gave an uneasy laugh, shrinking back from the furious red face of the angry detective.
"I have done no harm."
"No harm? You have done your best to get an innocent man hanged.
If it wasn't for this gentleman here, I am not sure that you would not have succeeded."The wretched creature began to whimper.