Peters, as I will now call him, started and stared hard at his
formidable pursuer. "I guess your name does not frighten me, Mr.
Holmes," said he coolly. "When a man's conscience is easy you
can't rattle him. What is your business in my house?"

"I want to know what you have done with the Lady Frances Carfax,
whom you brought away with you from Baden."

"I'd be very glad if you could tell me where that lady may be,"
Peters answered coolly. "I've a bill against her for a nearly a
hundred pounds, and nothing to show for it but a couple of
trumpery pendants that the dealer would hardly look at. She
attached herself to Mrs. Peters and me at Baden--it is a fact
that I was using another name at the time--and she stuck on to us
until we came to London. I paid her bill and her ticket. Once
in London, she gave us the slip, and, as I say, left these out-
of-date jewels to pay her bills. You find her, Mr. Holmes, and
I'm your debtor."

In MEAN to find her," said Sherlock Holmes. "I'm going through
this house till I do find her."

"Where is your warrant?"

Holmes half drew a revolver from his pocket. "This will have to
serve till a better one comes."

"Why, you're a common burglar."