Holmes sat in silence in the cab as we drove back to Baker Street, and I knew from his drawn brows and keen face that his mind, like my own, was busy in endeavouring to frame some scheme into which all these strange and apparently disconnected episodes could be fitted.
All afternoon and late into the evening he sat lost in tobacco and thought.
Just before dinner two telegrams were handed in.

The first ran: Have just heard that Barrymore is at the Hall.

BASKERVILLE.
The second: Visited twenty-three hotels as directed, but sorry, to report unable to trace cut sheet of Times.

CARTWRIGHT.
"There go two of my threads, Watson.

There is nothing more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you.