I was myself surprised in turn by his first words: "And how did he explain the first attack?
He was unconscious when the second was made." Up to that moment the nature of the attack, which was the cause of my coming to the house, had never even crossed my mind, except when I had simply narrated the various occurrences in sequence to Mr.Trelawny.
The Detective did not seem to think much of my answer: "Do you know, it never occurred to me to ask him!" The professional instinct was strong in the man, and seemed to supersede everything else.
"That is why so few cases are ever followed out," he said, "unless our people are in them.

Your amateur detective neer hunts down to the death.

As for ordinary people, the moment things begin to mend, and the strain of suspense is off them, they drop the matter in hand.

It is like sea-sickness," he added philosophically after a pause; "the moment you touch the shore you never give it a thought, but run off to the buffet to feed! Well, Mr.Ross, I'm glad the case is over; for over it is, so far as I am concerned.

I suppose that Mr.Trelawny knows his own business; and that now he is well again, he will take it up himself.