"
"Very good," said Lestrade.
"If you are going back to Pitt Street you might see Mr. Horace
Harker. Tell him from me that I have quite made up my mind,
and that it is certain that a dangerous homicidal lunatic with
Napoleonic delusions was in his house last night. It will be
useful for his article."
Lestrade stared.
"You don't seriously believe that?"
Holmes smiled.
"Don't I? Well, perhaps I don't. But I am sure that it will
interest Mr. Horace Harker and the subscribers of the Central
Press Syndicate. Now, Watson, I think that we shall find that
we have a long and rather complex day's work before us.
I should be glad, Lestrade, if you could make it convenient to
meet us at Baker Street at six o'clock this evening. Until then
I should like to keep this photograph found in the dead man's
pocket. It is possible that I may have to ask your company and
assistance upon a small expedition which will have be undertaken
to-night, if my chain of reasoning should prove to be correct.
Until then, good-bye and good luck!"
Sherlock Holmes and I walked together to the High Street, where
he stopped at the shop of Harding Brothers, whence the bust had
been purchased.
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