He'd have made a grand meenister with his thin face and gray hair and solemn-like way of talking.

When he put his hand on my shoulder as we were parting, it was like a father's blessing before you go out into the cold, cruel world." Holmes chuckled and rubbed his hands.

"Great!" he said.

"Great! Tell me, Friend MacDonald, this pleasing and touching interview was, I suppose, in the professor's study ?" "That's so." "A fine room, is it not ?" "Very fine--very handsome indeed, Mr.Holmes." "You sat in front of his writing desk ?" "Just so." "Sun in your eyes and his face in the shadow ?" "Well, it was evening; but I mind that the lamp was turned on my face." "It would be.

Did you happen to observe a picture over the professor's head ?" "I don't miss much, Mr.Holmes.Maybe I learned that from you.