"It is due at Winchester at 11:30." "That will do very nicely.

Then perhaps I had better postpone my analysis of the acetones, as we may need to be at our best in the morning." By eleven o'clock the next day we were well upon our way to the old English capital.

Holmes had been buried in the morning papers all the way down, but after we had passed the Hampshire border he threw them down and began to admire the scenery.

It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east.

The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man's energy.