Sherlock Holmes had, in a very remarkable degree, the power of detaching his mind at will. For two hours the strange business in which we had been involved appeared to be forgotten, and he was entirely absorbed in the pictures of the modern Belgian masters.
If my friend would undertake it there is no man who is better worth having at your side when you are in a tight place. No one can say so more confidently than I.
“A touch, Watson—an undeniable touch!” said he. “I feel a foil as quick and supple as my own. He got home upon me very prettily that time. So his name was Sherlock Holmes, was it?”
Previous section Chapters 3 & 4 Next section Chapter 7

Popular pages: The Hound of the Baskervilles

Take a Study Break