The servants were cross-questioned, but none of them had heard of such a place. The stable-boy threw a light upon the matter by remembering that a farmer of that name lived some miles off, in the direction of East Ruston.
“ Is it a lonely farm?”
“ Very lonely, sir.”
“ Perhaps they have not heard yet of all that happened here during the night?”
“ Maybe not, sir.”
Holmes thought for a little, and then a curious smile played over his face.
“ Saddle a horse, my lad,” said he. “I shall wish you to take a note to Elrige’s Farm.”
He took from his pocket the various slips of the dancing men. With these in front of him, he worked for some time at the study-table. Finally he handed a note to the boy, with directions to put it into the hands of the person to whom it was addressed, and esp
