"Whom do you think that is to ?" he asked, as we resumed our journey.
"I am sure I don't know." "You remember the Baker Street division of the detective police force whom I employed in the Jefferson Hope case ?" "Well," said I, laughing.
"This is just the case where they might be invaluable.

If they fail, I have other resources; but I shall try them first.

That wire was to my dirty little lieutenant, Wiggins, and I expect that he and his gang will be with us before we have finished our breakfast." It was between eight and nine o'clock now, and I was conscious of a strong reaction after the successive excitements of the night.

I was limp and weary, befogged in mind and fatigued in body.

I had not the professional enthusiasm which carried my companion on, nor could I look at the matter as a mere abstract intellectual problem.