Holmes sank to his waist as he stepped from the path to seize it, and had we not been there to drag him out he could never have set his foot upon firm land again.

He held an old black boot in the air.

"Meyers, Toronto," was printed on the leather inside.
"It is worth a mud bath," said he.

"It is our friend Sir Henry's missing boot." "Thrown there by Stapleton in his flight." "Exactly.

He retained it in his hand after using it to set the hound upon the track.