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I
placed
my
revolver,
cocked,
upon
the
top
of
the
wooden
case
behind
which
I
crouched.
Holmes
shot
the
slide
across
the
front
of
his
lantern
and
left
us
in
pitch
darkness
-
such
an
absolute
darkness
as
I
have
never
before
experienced.
The
smell
of
hot
metal
remained
to
assure
us
that
the
light
was
still
there,
ready
to
flash
out
at
a
moment's
notice.
To
me,
with
my
nerves
worked
up
to
a
pitch
of
expectancy,
there
was
something
depressing
and
subduing
in
the
sudden
gloom,
and
in
the
cold
dank
air
of
the
vault.
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