The room was as he had left it, save that a sheet had been draped over the central figure.

A weary-looking police-sergeant reclined in the corner.
"Lend me your bull's-eye, sergeant," said my companion.

"Now tie this bit of card round my neck, so as to hang it in front of me.

Thank you.
Now I must kick off my boots and stockings .-- Just you carry them down with you, Watson.

I am going to do a little climbing.