Barker had seized his outstretched hand.
"It's best this way, Jack," his wife repeated; "I am sure that it is best." "Indeed, yes, Mr.Douglas," said Sherlock Holmes, "I am sure that you will find it best." The man stood blinking at us with the dazed look of one who comes from the dark into the light.

It was a remarkable face, bold gray eyes, a strong, short-clipped, grizzled moustache, a square, projecting chin, and a humorous mouth.

He took a good look at us all, and then to my amazement he advanced to me and handed me a bundle of paper.
"I've heard of you," said he in a voice which was not quite English and not quite American, but was altogether mellow and pleasing.

"You are the historian of this bunch.

Well, Dr.Watson, you've never had such a story as that pass through your hands before, and I'll lay my last dollar on that.