As I entered, however, my fears were set at rest, for it was the acrid fumes of strong coarse tobacco which took me by the throat and set me coughing.

Through the haze I had a vague vision of Holmes in his dressing-gown coiled up in an armchair with his black clay pipe between his lips.

Several rolls of paper lay around him.
"Caught cold, Watson ?" said he.
"No, it's this poisonous atmosphere." "I suppose it is pretty thick, now that you mention it." "Thick! It is intolerable." "Open the window, then! You have been at your club all day, I perceive." "My dear Holmes!" "Am I right ?" "Certainly, but how ?" He laughed at my bewildered expression.
"There is a delightful freshness about you, Watson, which makes it a pleasure to exercise any small powers which I possess at your expense.

A gentleman goes forth on a showery and miry day.
He returns immaculate in the evening with the gloss still on his hat and his boots.

He has been a fixture therefore all day.