Sherlock Holmes stopped at a door some little distance from the Carlton, and, cautioning me not to speak, he led the way into the hall.
Mycroft Holmes was a much larger and stouter man than Sherlock. His body was absolutely corpulent, but is face, though massive, had preserved something of the sharpness of expression which was so remarkable in that of his brother.
"I hear of Sherlock everywhere since you became his chronicler.
James Mortimer, the man of science, ask of Sherlock Holmes, the specialist in crime.
Sherlock Holmes waved our strange visitor into a chair.
Holmes was never at fault, however, and he muttered the names as the cab rattled through squares and in and out by tortuous by-streets.
"Very interesting reading it might be made, too," remarked Sherlock Holmes, sticking a small piece of plaster over the prick on his finger.
Sherlock Holmes seemed delighted at the idea of sharing his rooms with me.
"What!" Sherlock Holmes staggered back, white with chagrin and surprise.
The photograph was of Irene Adler herself in evening dress, the letter was superscribed to "Sherlock Holmes, Esq.
Sherlock Holmes listened with closed eyes and fingertips together to this remarkable account.
Sherlock Holmes, you may look for your tramp, and while you are finding him we will hold on to our man.