At a little place called Bristoe Station I recently obtained a fine, blue uniform, the tint of which wind and rain will soon turn to our own excellent Confederate gray.

I found your own name as maker stamped upon the neck band of both coat and vest.
"I ought to say however that after I had worn the coat only twice the seams ripped across both shoulders, I admit that the fit was a little tight, but work well done would not yield so quickly.

I also picked out a pair of beautiful shoes, bearing your name stamped upon them.

The leather cracked after the first day's use, and good leather will never crack so soon.
"Now, my dear Mr.Watson, I feel that you have treated me unfairly.

I will not use any harsher word.