I have already offered a reward of 1000 pounds.

My God, what shall I do! I have lost my honour, my gems, and my son in one night.

Oh, what shall I do!" He put a hand on either side of his head and rocked himself to and fro, droning to himself like a child whose grief has got beyond words.
Sherlock Holmes sat silent for some few minutes, with his brows knitted and his eyes fixed upon the fire.
"Do you receive much company ?" he asked.
"None save my partner with his family and an occasional friend of Arthur's.

Sir George Burnwell has been several times lately.

No one else, I think." "Do you go out much in society ?" "Arthur does.