To Holmes, as I could see by his eager face and peering eyes, very many other things were to be read upon the trampled grass.

He ran round, like a dog who is picking up a scent, and then turned upon my companion.
"What did you go into the pool for ?" he asked.
"I fished about with a rake.

I thought there might be some weapon or other trace.

But how on earth--" "Oh, tut, tut! I have no time! That left foot of yours with its inward twist is all over the place.

A mole could trace it, and there it vanishes among the reeds.