The Missing Dumb Bell

Holmes had spent the whole afternoon at the manor house in consultation with his two colleagues, and returned about five with a ravenous appetite for a high tea. He sat with his mouth full of toast and his eyes sparkling with mischief, watching my intellectual entanglement. The mere sight of his excellent appetite was an assurance of success. When i have exterminated that fourth egg, i shall be ready to put you in touch with the whole situation. Beyond this, i can say nothing. And i would refer you to mister holmes himself if you wanted fuller information.