"The story took a great hold upon the imagination of Sir Charles, and I have no doubt that it led to his tragic end." "But how ?" "His nerves were so worked up that the appearance of any dog might have had a fatal effect upon his diseased heart.

I fancy that he really did see something of the kind upon that last night in the yew alley.

I feared that some disaster might occur, for I was very fond of the old man, and I knew that his heart was weak." "How did you know that ?" "My friend Mortimer told me." "You think, then, that some dog pursued Sir Charles, and that he died of fright in consequence ?" "Have you any better explanation ?" "I have not come to any conclusion." "Has Mr.Sherlock Holmes ?" The words took away my breath for an instant but a glance at the placid face and steadfast eyes of my companion showed that no surprise was intended.
"It is useless for us to pretend that we do not know you, Dr.Watson," said he.

"The records of your detective have reached us here, and you could not celebrate him without being known yourself.

When Mortimer told me your name he could not deny your identity.