? ? ? ? "Colour of his eyes?"
? ? ? ? "No, I can't say that."
? ? ? ? "Nothing more that you can remember?"
? ? ? ? "No, sir; nothing."
? ? ? ? "Well, then, here is your half-sovereign. There's another one waiting for you if you can bring any more information. Good-night!"
? ? ? ? "Good-night, sir, and thank you!"
? ? ? ? John Clayton departed chuckling, and Holmes turned to me with a shrug of his shoulders and a rueful smile.
? ? ? ? "Snap goes our third thread, and we end where we began," said he. "The cunning rascal! He knew our number, knew that Sir Henry Baskerville had consulted me, spotted who I was in Regent Street, conjectured that I had got the number of the cab and would lay my hands on the driver, and so sent back this audacious message. I tell you, Watson, this time we have got a foeman who is worthy of our steel. I've been checkmated in London. I can only wish you better luck in Devonshire. But I'm not easy in my mind about it."
? ? ? ? "About what?"
? ? ? ? "About sending you.
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