'I think we can squeeze the truth out of her,' replied Holmes. 'Bring her up.' Harson went out, and in a few minutes reaeppeared with Mrs. Blossom at his heels. The lawyer pointed to a chair, into which the lady sank, apparently in a state of great exhaustion and agitation; for she moaned and rocked to and fro, and wrung her hands. 'Your name's Blossom, I think,' said Holmes, evincing no sympathy whatever with her sufferings. 'Ah's me! ah's me! I'm very old! I'm very old!' exclaimed the lady, moaning from the very bottom of her lungs, but without making any reply to the question. 'Hark ye,' said Holmes, in a stern tone, 'I have not sent for you, to listen to your moaning, nor to be trifled with in any other way. You have come here to disclose the deeds of a scoundrel; and disclose them you _must_. You shall answer all my questions, truly, honestly, and without equivocation, or it will be the worse for you. I am aware of offences committed by you, which, if punished as they merit, would send you to prison. I tell you this, that you may know exactly how we stand with reference to each other. If you wish to serve yourself, you will find true and prompt replies to whatever I ask. What's your name?' Mrs. Blossom oscillated in her chair, glanced at the wall, replied 'Blossom,' and buried her face in a rag of a shawl. 'Good! Where do you live?' demanded the lawyer. The woman answered, and Holmes wrote it down. 'Do you know a man by the name of Michael Rust?' Mrs. Blossom's chair became very uneasy, and she was seized with a violent cough. The lawyer waited until her cough was better, and repeated the question, accompanying it by a look which produced an answer in the affirmative. 'What other name did you ever know him to bear?' Mrs. Blossom suddenly found her voice, and replied boldly: 'No other;' and here she spoke the truth; for Rust had trusted her no farther than was absolutely necessary. 'How long have you known him?' Mrs. Blossom again lost her voice, but found it instantly on meeting the eye of Holmes; and she answered bluntly, 'About four years.' 'What led to your acquaintance?' The woman cast a shrewd suspicious glance at him, as if calculating how far she might trifle with impunity; but there was something in his manner that was not encouraging, and she replied, 'that she could not remember.' Holmes laid down his pen, and pushing back his chair so that he faced her, said in a quiet but very decided manner: