They said that my uncle was a friend of theirs, that he died some months before in great poverty in Johannesburg, and that he had asked them with his last breath to hunt up his relations and see that they were in no want.It seemed strange to us that Uncle Ralph, who took no notice of us when he was alive, should be so careful to look after us when he was dead; but Mr.Carruthers explained that the reason was that my uncle had just heard of the death of his brother, and so felt responsible for our fate.""Excuse me," said Holmes; "when was this interview?""Last December -- four months ago."
"Pray proceed."
"Mr.Woodley seemed to me to be a most odious person.
He was for ever making eyes at me -- a coarse, puffy-faced, red-moustached young man, with his hair plastered down on each side of his forehead.I thought that he was perfectly hateful --and I was sure that Cyril would not wish me to know such a person.""Oh, Cyril is his name!" said Holmes, smiling.
The young lady blushed and laughed.