Dr. Watson

That's it.

I'll give him some digitalis.

Look, I don't want to appear unnecessarily stupid, but will someone tell me what this is all about?

With pleasure, Mr. Falconby.

Your cousin had planned one of the most fantastic murder plots that I've ever encountered.

He came to us with a story that you had tricked his life.

But that's ridiculous.

I'm very fond of him.

Of course it's ridiculous.

The whole plot was ridiculous.

He leased the house next door, had a tunnel dug, and gunpowder and fuses planted there.

He even entered the name of the tenants as...

Winter, Rokewood and Keynes, to give the apparent plot a further authenticity.

You mean my cousin was the real tenant?

Certainly he was.

However, he was clumsy enough to drop that piece of silk with the wire ring on the end that you found in the cellar, Watson.

The thing you called a jess?

And what's a jess?

It's a strap that goes round a falcon's leg to which its leash is fastened.

You will remember that Mr. Stewart informed us that falconry is his hobby.