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I. Mr Sherlock Holmes
Mr Sherlock Holmes usually got up very late in the mornings, unless he had been awake all night. But on this particular morning he was already at the breakfast table. I was standing by the fire, and I picked up a walking stick which a visitor had left in our rooms the night before. It was a fine, thick stick of heavy wood with a round head. Just under the head there was a wide band of silver. On the band someone had cut these words: “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.” Below them was the date, 1884. It was the kind of solid, serious stick that an old family doctor used to carry.
“Well, Watson, what do you make of it?”
Holmes was sitting with his back