"We have three years of
the past to discuss. Let that suffice until half-past nine,
when we start upon the notable adventure of the empty house."
It was indeed like old times when, at that hour, I found myself
seated beside him in a hansom, my revolver in my pocket and the
thrill of adventure in my heart. Holmes was cold and stern and
silent. As the gleam of the street-lamps flashed upon his
austere features I saw that his brows were drawn down in thought
and his thin lips compressed. I knew not what wild beast we
were about to hunt down in the dark jungle of criminal London,
but I was well assured from the bearing of this master huntsman
that the adventure was a most grave one, while the sardonic
smile which occasionally broke through his ascetic gloom boded
little good for the object of our quest.
I had imagined that we were bound for Baker Street, but Holmes
stopped the cab at the corner of Cavendish Square. I observed
that as he stepped out he gave a most searching glance to right
and left, and at every subsequent street corner he took the
utmost pains to assure that he was not followed. Our route was
certainly a singular one.
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