Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
"
I
am
afraid
,
Watson
that
I
shall
have
to
go
,
"
said
Holmes
as
we
sat
down
together
to
our
breakfast
one
morning
.
"
Go
!
Where
to
?
"
"
To
Dartmoor
;
to
King
's
Pyland
.
"
I
was
not
surprised
.
Indeed
,
my
only
wonder
was
that
he
had
not
already
been
mixed
up
in
this
extraordinary
case
,
which
was
the
one
topic
of
conversation
through
the
length
and
breadth
of
England
.
For
a
whole
day
my
companion
had
rambled
about
the
room
with
his
chin
upon
his
chest
and
his
brows
knitted
,
charging
and
recharging
his
pipe
with
the
strongest
black
tobacco
,
and
absolutely
deaf
to
any
of
my
questions
or
remarks
.
Fresh
editions
of
every
paper
had
been
sent
up
by
our
news
agent
,
only
to
be
glanced
over
and
tossed
down
into
a
corner
.
Yet
,
silent
as
he
was
,
I
knew
perfectly
well
what
it
was
over
which
he
was
brooding
.
There
was
but
one
problem
before
the
public
which
could
challenge
his
powers
of
analysis
,
and
that
was
the
singular
disappearance
of
the
favourite
for
the
Wessex
Cup
,
and
the
tragic
murder
of
its
trainer
.
When
,
therefore
,
he
suddenly
announced
his
intention
of
setting
out
for
the
scene
of
the
drama
,
it
was
only
what
I
had
both
expected
and
hoped
for
.
"
I
should
be
most
happy
to
go
down
with
you
if
I
should
not
be
in
the
way
,
"
said
I.
"
My
dear
Watson
,
you
would
confer
a
great
favour
upon
me
by
coming
.
And
I
think
that
your
time
will
not
be
misspent
,
for
there
are
points
about
the
case
which
promise
to
make
it
an
absolutely
unique
one
.
We
have
,
I
think
,
just
time
to
catch
our
train
at
Paddington
,
and
I
will
go
further
into
the
matter
upon
our
journey
.
You
would
oblige
me
by
bringing
with
you
your
very
excellent
field-glass
.
"
And
so
it
happened
that
an
hour
or
so
later
I
found
myself
in
the
corner
of
a
first-class
carriage
flying
along
en
route
for
Exeter
,
while
Sherlock
Holmes
,
with
his
sharp
,
eager
face
framed
in
his
ear-flapped
travelling-cap
,
dipped
rapidly
into
the
bundle
of
fresh
papers
which
he
had
procured
at
Paddington
.
We
had
left
Reading
far
behind
us
before
he
thrust
the
last
one
of
them
under
the
seat
and
offered
me
his
cigar-case
.
"
We
are
going
well
,
"
said
he
,
looking
out
of
the
window
and
glancing
at
his
watch
.
"
Our
rate
at
present
is
fifty-three
and
a
half
miles
an
hour
.
"
"
I
have
not
observed
the
quarter-mile
posts
,
"
said
I.
