'What Has She Been Saying to You?'

Holmes' door was suddenly dashed open and a huge man framed himself in the aperture. He had deep set, bile shot eyes and his high, thin, fleshless nose gave him somewhat the resemblance of a fierce old bird of pley. His costume was a peculiar mix of a professional and of the agricultural having a black top hat, a long frock coat and a pair of high gaiters,. A hunting crop swinging in his hand. I am doctor grimsby roylot of stoke, moran, indeed, Holmes said. But what then, did the gipsies do? "I see many objections to any such theory, and so do i," he