“I feared that you would find it so.”
There was a distinct sneer in the old courtier’s words and manner.
“Every man finds his limitations, Mr. Holmes, but at least it cures us of the weakness of self-satisfaction.”
“Yes, sir, I have been much perplexed.”
“No doubt.”
“Especially upon one point. Possibly you could help me upon it?”
“You apply for my advice rather late in the day. I thought that you had your own all-sufficient methods. Still, I am ready to help you.”
“You see, Lord Cantlemere, we can no doubt frame a case against the actual thieves.”
“When you have caught them.”
“Exactly. But the question is—how shall we proceed against the receiver?”
“Is this not rather premature?”
“It is as well to have our plans ready. Now, what would you regard as final evidence against the receiver?”
“The actual possession of the stone.”
“You would arrest him upon that?”
“Most undoubtedly.”
Holmes seldom laughed, but he got as near it as his old friend Watson could remember.