“Níl… ‘

‘Caithfidh gur aimsigh sé tuairisc bháis George Tavistock, mar sin,’ arsa an Duinníneach. ‘Agus san aige, ba leor, mar mhéar eolais dó, gur iarras air é.”

‘No…’
Mrs. Hudson watching for Dr. Watson and Dineen and she welcomed them with the promise of muffins for tea.

‘Is himself inside?’ said Watson.

‘Yes. And he was as happy as you ever saw, smoking his pipe in front of the fire and laughing from time to time.’

‘Then it must be that he must have found an account of George Tavistock’s death,’ said Dineen, ‘And having that, it was enough, as a marker of knowledge for him, that he had asked for.’

D’fhag sé slan ag Mrs. Brown. Ghairm sé Greta i leataoibh agus, ar seisean:

He said goodbye to Mrs. Brown. He called Greta aside and said:

‘Where can I find the landlady’s address??’

‘Address book — the red book, in the hall.’

‘Let’s look at it now.’

‘Whisper, Greta,’ he said at once as Doctor Watson went out the front door, “it’s time you looked for another job. It won’t be too long before this house will be talked about as a house where two people were murdered.

‘Did he kill them?’