“Come instantly, 131 Pitt Street, Kensington.

Lestrade

.”

“Come instantly, 131 Pitt Street, Kensington. Lestrade .”

“What is it, then?” I asked.

“Don’t know⁠—may be anything. But I suspect it is the sequel of the story of the statues. In that case our friend the image-breaker has begun operations in another quarter of London. There’s coffee on the table, Watson, and I have a cab at the door.”