The Seven-Per-Cent Solution Page #3

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we could get him to the continent.

- No idea.

- That, you may leave to me.

And Professor Moriarty as well.

- Do you have his address?

- Indeed, yes.

Ah, Jenkins, we shall need a cab.

Yes, sir.

This'll do, cabby. Stop here, will you?

- Just wait a minute, will you?

- Right, sir.

This is more than a street

from the Professor's house.

If what you say is true, however...

it's as well to be discreet.

You see?

He is keeping watch.

- Now what?

- I don't know.

Wait a minute!

Now, quickly.

- May we come in?

- Yes.

Pray, do not adjust the gas,

Professor.

My brother may return

at any moment.

Do not do to let him see

any alterations in your rooms.

Oh, very well.

What do you want?

This is the most ungodly hour

to come calling.

I want you to take

a brief leave of absence

from the Roylot school.

No more than three days.

And journey to the address

on that piece of paper.

Three days?

In the memory

of our past association.

But this is far...

We know where it is, sir,

I give you my word.

And when I get there,

what do you wish me to do?

I wish you to disappear completely.

Come back and then resume your post.

- Nothing more.

- Resume my post...

if it's still there.

Really, this is asking really

altogether too much.

I hardly think so.

I have no great desire

to rake up the past, Professor.

But I'm perfectly capable of it.

Well, of course, if you put it like that,

I have very little choice.

When must I leave?

Now.

John, dear, this telegram

just arrived for you.

It has begun.

Yes.

I must bustle.

Can your practice

spare you for a few days?

The game is afoot, and your assistance

will prove invaluable.

Bring Toby to 114, Munrow Road,

Hammersmith.

Take precautions. Holmes.

What does he mean,

"take precautions"?

But surely that won't be necessary.

I've always followed

his instructions to the letter.

Ask Collingwood to take my rounds

for me, will you?

When will you return?

I can't say. Would you, please?

I'm off to fetch Toby now.

Any further questions?

Just one. Who is Toby?

Toby is a bloodhound.

Readers may recall Toby's

remarkable powers,

from my account of them in

The Sign of the Four,

in which his superior olfactory sense

was materially responsible

for the capture of Jonathan Small

and his horrible companion.

More recently,

Holmes had employed Toby

to trace an orangutan

in the sewers of Marseille.

It was a case which,

though I have omitted to set down,

was not without features of interest.

Holmes!

Holmes!

Where are you, Holmes?

No need to track, Watson.

I'm right here.

- Hello, Toby.

- Oh, good God!

Forgive me, my dear fellow.

But you know I cannot resist

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