Norman Shelley

Was there anything else?

Their voices?

As far as I can remember, Arthur Finner's voice, they're almost exactly the same.

They're full of voices you'll remember again.

Well, then, Mr. Pycock, what was your conclusion?

Well, sir, I know it may sound silly, but I thought back in my hotel that night, these two brothers are one and the same man.

Same?

But why... I puzzled out all the whys for myself so late that night, Dr. Watson.

Why should a man approach me in London, engage me in his firm, give me a hundred pounds of drugs, send me to Birmingham, and then dash up there himself, shave off his beard, cut his hair, and go through all this pantomime with lists and directories in empty offices?

Why, indeed.

Pretty rough, isn't it?

Exactly.

And that is why, Watson, we're all three sitting in this train, which I observe is nearing the end of its journey.

Isn't it?

Now, if my watch is not misleading me, we shall be in ample time to conduct a joint interview for Mr. Harry Thinner, or is it Arthur, at seven o'clock this evening.

There it is, Mr. Holmes.

That's the passage of 126B.

I'm impressed.

Well, I make it only one minute to seven, so I suggest we go straight up.

But Holmes, how are we to do this?