'It's Later Than I Thought'

sherlock holmes's eyes glistened. His pale s took a warmer hue, and his whole eager face shone with an inward light. He brightened and rubbed his thin hands together as he listened to the meagre but remarkable details. A long series of sterile weeks lay hind us, and here at last there is a fitting object for those remarkable powers which, like all special gifts, become irksome to their owner when they are not in use. The inspector was himself dependent, as he explained to us upon a scribbled account forwarded to him by the milk train in the early hours of the morning. When provincials need their assistance it is a very cold scent upon