None did come for a week, and then yesterday morning I found this paper lying on the sun-dial in the garden.I showed it to Elsie, and down she dropped in a dead faint.Since then she has looked like a woman in a dream, half dazed, and with terror always lurking in her eyes.It was then that I wrote and sent the paper to you, Mr.Holmes.It was not a thing that I could take to the police, for they would have laughed at me, but you will tell me what to do.I am not a rich man; but if there is any danger threatening my little woman I would spend my last copper to shield her."He was a fine creature, this man of the old English soil, simple, straight, and gentle, with his great, earnest blue eyes and broad, comely face.His love for his wife and his trust in her shone in his features.Holmes had listened to his story with the utmost attention, and now he sat for some time in silent thought.
"Don't you think, Mr.Cubitt," said he, at last, "that your best plan would be to make a direct appeal to your wife, and to ask her to share her secret with you?"Hilton Cubitt shook his massive head.
"A promise is a promise, Mr.Holmes.If Elsie wished to tell me she would.If not, it is not for me to force her confidence.
But I am justified in taking my own line -- and I will.""Then I will help you with all my heart.In the first place, have you heard of any strangers being seen in your neighbourhood?""No."
"I presume that it is a very quiet place.Any fresh face would cause comment?""In the immediate neighbourhood, yes.But we have several small watering-places not very far away.And the farmers take in lodgers.""These hieroglyphics have evidently a meaning.If it is a purely arbitrary one it may be impossible for us to solve it.