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A heavily timbered park stretched up in a gentle slope,

thickening into a grove at the highest point. From amid the

branches there jutted out the grey gables and high roof-tree of a

very old mansion.

"Stoke Moran?" said he.

"Yes, sir, that be the house of Dr. Grimesby Roylott," remarked

the driver.

"There is some building going on there," said Holmes; "that is

where we are going."

"There's the village," said the driver, pointing to a cluster of

roofs some distance to the left; "but if you want to get to the

house, you'll find it shorter to get over this stile, and so by

the footpath over the fields. There it is, where the lady is

walking."

"And the lady, I fancy, is Miss Stoner," observed Holmes, shading

his eyes. "Yes, I think we had better do as you suggest."

We got off, paid our fare, and the trap rattled back on its way

to Leatherhead.