We listened to her story, looking at each other as she told what happened to her twin sister. I did not blame her for being upset. I did not want anything like that happening to my brother. Sherlock took the case and she left much more cheerful then when she came. "What do you make of it, John?"
"I can't think of an explanation."
"The rattle could have been one of the gypsies at the window."
"But what did they do?"
:I belive we may soon find out, but...what the devil!" at his exclamation. I turned to see the door fly open.