The carpet round his chair was littered with cigarette-ends and with the early editions of the morning papers.An open telegram lay upon the table.
"What do you think of this, Watson?" he asked, tossing it across.
It was from Norwood, and ran as follows:--"IMPORTANT FRESH EVIDENCE TO HAND.MCFARLANE'S GUILT DEFINITELYESTABLISHED.ADVISE YOU TO ABANDON CASE.-- LESTRADE.""This sounds serious," said I.
"It is Lestrade's little cock-a-doodle of victory," Holmes answered, with a bitter smile."And yet it may be premature to abandon the case.After all, important fresh evidence is a two-edged thing, and may possibly cut in a very different direction to that which Lestrade imagines.Take your breakfast, Watson, and we will go out together and see what we can do.I feel as if I shall need your company and your moral support to-day."My friend had no breakfast himself, for it was one of his peculiarities that in his more intense moments he would permit himself no food, and I have known him presume upon his iron strength until he has fainted from pure inanition."At present I cannot spare energy and nerve force for digestion," he would say in answer to my medical remonstrances.I was not surprised, therefore, when this morning he left his untouched meal behind him and started with me for Norwood.A crowd of morbid sightseers were still gathered round Deep Dene House, which was just such a suburban villa as I had pictured.Within the gates Lestrade met us, his face flushed with victory, his manner grossly triumphant.
"Well, Mr.Holmes, have you proved us to be wrong yet? Have you found your tramp?" he cried.
"I have formed no conclusion whatever," my companion answered.