The Hound of the Baskervilles: Another Adventure of Sherlock Holmes.
Let me hear you reconstruct the man by an examination of it..
But, tell me, Watson, what do you make of our visitor\'s stick? Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir becomes of importance.
I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me, said he.
How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.
Well, Watson, what do you make of it? Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation.
It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry-dignified, solid, and reassuring.
To James Mortimer, M.
R.
C.
S., from his friends of the C.
C.
H., was engraved upon it, with the date 1884.
Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across.
It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a Penang lawyer.
I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before.
Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.
Excerpt from the book: Mr.
By Arthur Conan Doyle.
The Hound of the Baskervilles: Another Adventure of Sherlock Holmes
