“‘Jephro,’ said she, ’there is an impertinent fellow upon the road there who stares up at Miss Hunter.’

“‘No friend of yours, Miss Hunter?’ he asked.

“‘No, I know no one in these parts.’

“’Dear me!  How very impertinent!  Kindly turn round and motion to him to go away.’

“‘Surely it would be better to take no notice.’

“’No, no, we should have him loitering here always.  Kindly turn round and wave him away like that.’

“I did as I was told, and at the same instant Mrs. Rucastle drew down the blind.  That was a week ago, and from that time I have not sat again in the window, nor have I worn the blue dress, nor seen the man in the road.”

“Pray continue,” said Holmes.  “Your narrative promises to be a most interesting one.”

“You will find it rather disconnected, I fear, and there may prove to be little relation between the different incidents of which I speak.  On the very first day that I was at the Copper Beeches, Mr. Rucastle took me to a small outhouse which stands near the kitchen door.  As we approached it I heard the sharp rattling of a chain, and the sound as of a large animal moving about.

“‘Look in here!’ said Mr. Rucastle, showing me a slit between two planks.  ‘Is he not a beauty?’

“I looked through and was conscious of two glowing eyes, and of a vague figure huddled up in the darkness.

“‘Don’t be frightened,’ said my employer, laughing at the start which I had given.  ’It’s only Carlo, my mastiff.  I call him mine, but really old Toller, my groom, is the only man who can do anything with him.  We feed him once a day, and not too much then, so that he is always as keen as mustard.  Toller lets him loose every night, and God help the trespasser whom he lays his fangs upon.  For goodness’ sake don’t you ever on any pretext set your foot over the threshold at night, for it’s as much as your life is worth.’

“The warning was no idle one, for two nights later I happened to look out of my bedroom window about two o’clock in the morning.  It was a beautiful moonlight night, and the lawn in front of the house was silvered over and almost as bright as day.  I was standing, rapt in the peaceful beauty of the scene, when I was aware that something was moving under the shadow of the copper beeches.  As it emerged into the moonshine I saw what it was.  It was a giant dog, as large as a calf, tawny tinted, with hanging jowl, black muzzle, and huge projecting bones.  It walked slowly across the lawn and vanished into the shadow upon the other side.  That dreadful sentinel sent a chill to my heart which I do not think that any burglar could have done.