It was not until Lestrade succeeded in getting his hand inside his neckcloth and half-strangling him that we made him realize that his struggles were of no avail; and even then we felt no security until we had pinioned his feet as well as his hands.

That done, we rose to our feet breathless and panting.
"We have his cab," said Sherlock Holmes.

"It will serve to take him to Scotland Yard.

And now, gentlemen," he continued, with a pleasant smile, "we have reached the end of our little mystery.

You are very welcome to put any questions that you like to me now, and there is no danger that I will refuse to answer them.".