Sherlock Holmes (Carlton Hobbs)

This instant.

You are joking, surely, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Professor Coram, what your motives are, or what exact part you play in this strange business, I'm not yet able to say.

In a few minutes, I shall probably hear it from your own lips.

Meanwhile, I will reconstruct what is past so that you may know the information which I still require.

As you wish.

Yesterday, a lady entered your study with the intention of possessing herself of certain documents from your bureau.

She had a key of her own.

You gave me an opportunity of examining yours, and I do not find on it that slight discoloration which the scratch would have produced.

You were not an accessory, therefore, and she evidently came without your knowledge to rob you.

This is most interesting and instructive.

But surely, having traced this lady so far, you could also say what has become of her.

I will endeavor to do so.

In the first place, she was seized by your secretary and stabbed him in order to escape.

This catastrophe I am inclined to regard as an unhappy accident

Horrified by what she had done, she rushed wildly away from the sea.

Unfortunately, she had lost her glasses and the scuffle, and as she was extremely short-sighted, she was really helpless without them.

She ran down a corridor, which she imagined to be that by which she'd come.

Both were lines of coconut netting, and too late, realized that she had taken the wrong one.

She couldn't go back.