Sir, I can stand this strain no longer; I shall go mad if it continues.
I have no one to turn to--none, save only one, who cares for me, and he, poor fellow, can be of little aid.

I have heard of you, Mr.Holmes; I have heard of you from Mrs.Farintosh, whom you helped in the hour of her sore need.

It was from her that I had your address.

Oh, sir, do you not think that you could help me, too, and at least throw a little light through the dense darkness which surrounds me?
At present it is out of my power to reward you for your services, but in a month or six weeks I shall be married, with the control of my own income, and then at least you shall not find me ungrateful." Holmes turned to his desk and, unlocking it, drew out a small case-book, which he consulted.
"Farintosh," said he.

"Ah yes, I recall the case; it was concerned with an opal tiara.