“Yes⁠—a queer mongrel, with a most amazing power of scent. I would rather have Toby’s help than that of the whole detective force of London.”

“I shall bring him, then,” said I. “It is one now. I ought to be back before three, if I can get a fresh horse.”

“And I,” said Holmes, “shall see what I can learn from Mrs. Bernstone, and from the Indian servant, who, Mr. Thaddeus tell me, sleeps in the next garret. Then I shall study the great Jones’s methods and listen to his not too delicate sarcasms. ‘ Wir sind gewohnt dass die Menschen verhöhnen was sie nicht verstehen. ’ Goethe is always pithy.”