James M. Dodd

I contrived to drop my hat to the floor, and in picking it up, dropped my nose within a foot of the gloves.

A curious, tarry odor was oozing from them.

My case was complete at last.

Beg your pardon, sir.

Mr. Dodd and Mr. Sherlock Holmes to see you, sir.

Well, who the devil told you to do... What is the meaning of this?

You, sir.

Have I not told you, you infernal busybody, never to dare show your damned face here again?

If you choose to enter here without my leave, I shall be within my rights if I use violence.

As to you, Mr. Holmes, I extend the same warning to you.

I am familiar with your ignoble profession.

Ralph, telephone at once to the county police.

Ask the inspector to send up two constables.

Yes, sir.

Tell him that there are burglars in the house.

One moment.

You must be aware, Mr. Dove, that Colonel Emsworth is within his rights.

On the other hand, he should recognize that your action is prompted entirely by solicitude for his son.

I venture to hope that if I were allowed to have five minutes' conversation with Colonel Emsworth, I could certainly alter his view of the matter.

What the devil are you waiting for, Ralph?