It was instantly opened by a bright-looking, clean-shaven young fellow, who asked him to step in.
"Thank you," said Holmes, "I only wished to ask you how you would go from here to the Strand." "Third right, fourth left," answered the assistant promptly, closing the door.
"Smart fellow, that," observed Holmes as we walked away.

"He is, in my judgment, the fourth smartest man in London, and for daring I am not sure that he has not a claim to be third.

I have known something of him before." "Evidently," said I, "Mr.Wilson's assistant counts for a good deal in this mystery of the Red-headed League.

I am sure that you inquired your way merely in order that you might see him." "Not him." "What then ?" "The knees of his trousers." "And what did you see ?" "What I expected to see." "Why did you beat the pavement ?" "My dear doctor, this is a time for observation, not for talk.

We are spies in an enemy's country.