"the law cannot, as you say, touch you," said holmes, unlocking and throwing open the door, "yet there never was a man who deserved punishment more. if the young lady has a brother or a friend, he ought to lay a whip across your shoulders. by jove!" he continued, flushing up at the sight of the bitter sneer upon the man’s face, "it is not part of my duties to my client, but here’s a hunting crop handy, and i think i shall just treat myself to—" he took two swift steps to the whip, but before he could grasp it there was a wild clatter of steps upon the stairs, the heavy hall door banged, and from the window we could see mr. james windibank running at the top of his speed down the road.