"I had the good fortune to fall into conversation with a detective who took me, thanks to my hat, for a respectable person.

Wishing to clinch my reputation for respectability, I took him and made him very drunk at the Savoy.

Under this influence he became friendly, and told me in so many words that within a day or two they hope to arrest the Marquis in France.
"So unless you or I can get on his track--" The Doctor was still smiling in the most friendly way, and his protected eyes were still impenetrable.

The Professor signalled to Syme that he would resume his explanation, and he began again with the same elaborate calm.
"Syme immediately brought this information to me, and we came here together to see what use you would be inclined to make of it.

It seems to me unquestionably urgent that--" All this time Syme had been staring at the Doctor almost as steadily as the Doctor stared at the Professor, but quite without the smile.