In the uncertain, shadowy light I could see dimly that there were glancing, glimmering eyes peeping down at us from every cranny and corner.

Even the rafters above our heads were lined by solemn fowls, who lazily shifted their weight from one leg to the other as our voices disturbed their slumbers.
Toby proved to be an ugly, long-haired, lop-eared creature, half spaniel and half lurcher, brown-and-white in color, with a very clumsy waddling gait.

It accepted after some hesitation a lump of sugar which the old naturalist handed to me, and, having thus sealed an alliance, it followed me to the cab, and made no difficulties about accompanying me.
It had just struck three on the Palace clock when I found myself back once more at Pondicherry Lodge.

The ex-prize-fighter McMurdo had, I found, been arrested as an accessory, and both he and Mr.Sholto had been marched off to the station.

Two constables guarded the narrow gate, but they allowed me to pass with the dog on my mentioning the detective's name.
Holmes was standing on the door-step, with his hands in his pockets, smoking his pipe.
"Ah, you have him there!" said he.