Dr. John Watson

We heard three revolver shots as we were walking up the driveway.

They...

Gave us quite a start.

Did you say that you inveigled Mr. Holmes down here just to do some research on the origin of Shakespeare's work?

Holmes, old fellow, you're losing your touch.

You'd never have made a blunder like this if I'd still been with you.

What do you mean, continue the case?

There isn't one.

Because there's no danger.

Well, I had to break it off somewhere, Mr. Bartell, and that seemed to be the most exciting spot.

Well, I needless to remark, we did not get into a cab and go back to London, but let me pick up the story at the same place that I broke it off.

Murder?

And that man, whoever he is, was impersonating Quilter to put us off the track.

What's our next move, Holmes?

Well, we didn't find any traces of the poor devil's corpse, thank heaven.

Must be the gardener.

Evening to you, gentlemen.

Well, so that's how the message was smuggled out.

This way, gentlemen.

If your uncle wants to sleep, she was a funny sort of alibi.