The Sign of Four Page #3

The paper appears to be

of Indian manufacture.

At some point it's

been pinned to a board.

The diagram upon it

appears to be the plan

of part of a

large building

with numerous halls,

corridors, and passages.

There's a cross

in red ink,

and on the side is

written '3.37 from left. '

There is a curious

hieroglyphic,

The sign of four

Kartar Singh,

Indigo Singh,

Jagodish Singh,

Jonathan Small.

It appears it has been kept

carefully in a pocketbook,

for the one side is

as clean as the other.

It was in his pocketbook

that we found it.

Preserve it carefully,

Miss Morstan.

I begin to suspect

that this case may be

much deeper

and more subtle

than I ever

first supposed.

Hey, are you the parties

who come with

Miss Morstan?

I'm Miss Morstan,

and these 2 gentlemen

are my companions.

I must ask you to

give me your word

that neither of

your companions

is a police officer.

I give you my word.

Sahib awaits you.

Show them in, Khitmutgar.

Show them

straight in to me.

Your servant,

Miss Morstan.

Your servant, gentlemen.

Come in.

Come in.

Come in.

Come in to my

little sanctum.

I trust you have

no objection

to tobacco smoke?

The balsamic odor

of Eastern tobacco?

I am a little nervous

and I find my hookah

to be an invaluable...

sedative.

You will excuse

me Mr. Sholto

but I am here

at your request

to learn something,

which you desire

to tell me?

It is getting very

late and I should wish

the interview to be

as short as possible.

Well it must

take some time.

For we have to

go to Norwood

to see brother

Bartholomew.

We must all see

if we can get the better

of brother

Bartholomew.

He is angry with me for

taking the course that

has seemed right to me.

You cannot imagine

what a terrible

fellow he is

when he is angry.

If we are to

go to Norwood,

it would

perhaps be as well

if we were start at once.

No.

No that would hardly do.

I don't know what

he would say

if we came upon him

in that sudden way.

No I must prepare you

by showing you

where we all stand

to each other.

I must lay the

facts before you,

as I know them myself.

My father, the late

Major John Sholto,

came to live at

Pondicherry Lodge

in Upper Norwood

some 11 years ago.

And he had

prospered in India

and brought back with him

a considerable

sum of money,

a collection of

valuable curiosities,

and a staff of

native servants.

With these advantages

he lived in great luxury.

My brother and I were at

university at the time.

We did know, however,

that some mystery,

some positive danger,

overhung our father.

He was very fearful

of going out alone,

and he employed

2 prizefighters

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