The Seven-Per-Cent Solution Page #4

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a touch of the dramatic.

And the setting was so perfect,

that I succumbed to temptation.

This way, Watson.

- The Professor has bolted.

- Moriarty?

Non other. This is his house

on the corner.

I've stayed my nights

keeping watch on it.

But last night I made

a fatal error...

and relaxed my vigil long enough

to pay a visit

to the pub at the end of the road.

Mind the vanilla extract!

You mustn't worry.

I've not lost my wits,

but you might have stepped in it.

Now, come forward now,

carefully, now, now!

Smell.

It is vanilla extract.

Much better than creosote

for following.

Go on, Toby, sniff it, boy, sniff it.

I poured this here when I

so improvidently abandoned

my post last night.

And it worked better than I

could have hoped, you see?

Here is his foot, that stepped

into it as he got into the carriage,

and this narrow slit

is the carriage wheel itself.

Now, Toby, follow the wheel.

Watson, get the bags!

We're off!

Where do you expect

this trail to lead?

I assure you

I haven't the faintest idea.

I only know that at some point Toby

will exhibit some confusion.

That will be when the wheel

of the cab we are following

and the Professor's foot

go their separate ways.

Don't smoke my dear fellow.

The animal has enough

to content with as it is.

Sorry.

Where are we?

Victoria, I think. Yes.

Come on. Come on Toby!

Like Gloucester at the end

of his cliff, eh, Watson?

Yes, yes.

What now?

And now, if you would be so kind,

find out what time the next...

Continental Boat Express...

leaves for Europe.

I, in the meantime, will remove

what remains of this disguise.

I cannot visit the continent looking

like a dustman.

- And the hound?

- Oh, we'll take him with us.

I don't think we've exhausted

his usefulness quite yet.

Porter!

Straight away!

I fear the fog has delayed us.

Yes, true, true,

but it has also delayed him.

Now, where have they put

my Gladstone?

There it is.

Here you are.

Thank you, sir.

Would you excuse me, my clear fellow?

I'll be back in a moment.

There was no point in remonstrating

about Holmes' use of cocaine.

In fact, until we reached Austria,

I was ironically dependent upon it.

Every time the train stopped,

we provided Toby with the remainder

of the vanilla extract from a bottle,

and proceeded to promenade with him

around the stations,

always without success.

It was at the station of Linz

that an incident occurred

which, though seemingly unimportant

at the time,

was not without significance later.

Stop!

Saved from a provenation, Watson.

Conductor, whose private coach

belongs to that private carpet?

They all belong to the Amin Pasha,

gentlemen.

- The train is leaving.

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