? ? ? ? "But it is a very, singular thing," Dr. Mortimer remarked. "I searched this room carefully before lunch."
? ? ? ? "And so did I," said Baskerville. "Every, inch of it."
? ? ? ? "There was certainly no boot in it then."
? ? ? ? "In that case the waiter must have placed it there while we were lunching."
? ? ? ? The German was sent for but professed to know nothing of the matter, nor could any inquiry, clear it up. Another item had been added to that constant and apparently purposeless series of small mysteries which had succeeded each other so rapidly. Setting aside the whole grim story, of Sir Charles's death, we had a line of inexplicable incidents all within the limits of two days, which included the receipt of the printed letter, the black-bearded spy in the hansom, the loss of the new brown boot, the loss of the old black boot, and now the return of the new brown boot. Holmes sat in silence in the cab as we drove back to Baker Street, and I knew from his drawn brows and keen face that his mind, like my own, was busy in endeavouring to frame some scheme into which all these strange and apparently disconnected episodes could be fitted. All afternoon and late into the evening he sat lost in tobacco and thought.
? ? ? ? Just before dinner two telegrams were handed in.
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