Sherlock Holmes's Journey to Farrington Street

Sherlock Holmes was not very communicative during the long drive and lay back in the cab, humming the tunes which he had heard in the afternoon. We rattled through the endless labyrinth of gas lit streets until we emerged into Farrington Street. This fellow, Maryweather, is a bank director and personally interested in the matter. I thought it was as well to have Jones with us also. He's not a bad fellow, though an absolute imbecile in his profession. He has one positive virtue. He is as brave as a bulldog and as tenacious as a lobster if he gets his claws upon anyone. Here we are, and they're waiting for us. And this is what