I walked round it and examined it closely from every point of view, but without noting anything else of interest.
"I then lounged down the street and found, as I expected, that there was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden.

I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their horses, and received in exchange twopence, a glass of half and half, two fills of shag tobacco, and as much information as I could desire about Miss Adler, to say nothing of half a dozen other people in the neighbourhood in whom I was not in the least interested, but whose biographies I was compelled to listen to." "And what of Irene Adler ?" I asked.
"Oh, she has turned all the men's heads down in that part.

She is the daintiest thing under a bonnet on this planet.

So say the Serpentine-mews, to a man.

She lives quietly, sings at concerts, drives out at five every day, and returns at seven sharp for dinner.