Number one hundred and twenty-seven is 'is'-- 'There is'"-- Holmes's eyes were gleaming with excitement, and his thin, nervous fingers twitched as he counted the words--"'danger.' Ha! Ha! Capital! Put that down, Watson.

'There is danger--may--come--very--soon--one.' Then we have the name 'Douglas'-- 'rich--country--now--at--Birlstone--House--Birlstone--confidence--is-- pressing.' There, Watson! What do you think of pure reason and its fruit?
If the greengrocer had such a thing as a laurel wreath, I should send Billy round for it." I was staring at the strange message which I had scrawled, as he deciphered it, upon a sheet of foolscap on my knee.
"What a queer, scrambling way of expressing his meaning!" said I.
"On the contrary, he has done quite remarkably well," said Holmes.
"When you search a single column for words with which to express your meaning, you can hardly expect to get everything you want.

You are bound to leave something to the intelligence of your correspondent.

The purport is perfectly clear.

Some deviltry is intended against one Douglas, whoever he may be, residing as stated, a rich country gentleman.