"oh, mr. sherlock holmes!" she cried, glancing from one to the other of us, and finally, with a woman’s quick intuition, fastening upon my companion, "i am so glad that you have come. i have driven down to tell you so. i know that james didn’t do it. i know it, and i want you to start upon your work knowing it, too. never let yourself doubt upon that point. we have known each other since we were little children, and i know his faults as no one else does; but he is too tender-hearted to hurt a fly. such a charge is absurd to anyone who really knows him."