The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes: Complete

I was not surprised. Indeed, my only wonder was that he had not already been mixed up in thisextraordinary case, which was the one topic of conversation through the length and breadth ofEngland. For a whole day my companion had rambled about the room with his chin upon his chestand his brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipe with the strongest black tobacco, andabsolutely deaf to any of my questions or remarks. Fresh editions of every paper had been sent upby our news agent, only to be glanced over and tossed down into a corner. Yet, silent as he was, Iknew perfectly well what it was over which he was brooding. There was but one problem before thepublic which could challenge his powers of analysis, and that was the singular disappearance of thefavourite for the Wessex Cup, and the tragic murder of its trainer. When, therefore, he suddenlyannounced his intention of setting out for the scene of the drama it was only what I had bothexpected and hoped for.