'How kind of him to help me! Is the poor man hurt?'she called.'He's dead,' cried some voices.'No, he's only hurt,' cried others.'Bring him into the sitting-room,' she said.Some people carried Holmes into the house. I waitedoutside the window and watched. I saw how beautifulIrene Norton was. Then Holmes put up his hand, and Ithrew the smoke-stick into the room. Immediately thepeople in the street and in the house all began to shout"Fire!" very loudly. The house was full of smoke. I walked away, and ten minutes later Holmes came tomeet me.'Well done, Watson,' he said.'Have you got the photograph?' I asked.'I know where it is. She showed me,' he answered.'But why did she show you?''It's easy,' he said, and laughed. 'You saw all thosepeople in the street? I paid them to help us. It wasn't areal fight and the blood wasn't real. When peopleshout "Fire!", a woman runs to the most important thing in her house, her baby, her gold, or ... aphotograph. Mrs Norton ran to find her photograph,which is in a cupboard in the sitting-room. I saw it. ButI did not take it. Tomorrow we will go to her housewith the King. We'll go very early, before she gets up.The King himself can take the photograph from thecupboard. And then we'll go.'While Holmes was talking, we were walking hometo Baker Street. When we arrived at my friend's house,a young man hurried past us, and said: 'Good night,Mr Sherlock Holmes.''I've heard that voice before,' said Holmes to me. Helooked down the street. 'But who was it?'