Holmes."
Holmes replaced the bill in his note-book. "If you prefer
a public explanation it must come sooner or later," said he.
"I have already told you that I can hush up that which others
will be bound to publish, and you would really be wiser to
take me into your complete confidence."
"I know nothing about it."
"Did you hear from Mr. Staunton in London?"
"Certainly not."
"Dear me, dear me; the post-office again!" Holmes sighed,
wearily. "A most urgent telegram was dispatched to you from
London by Godfrey Staunton at six-fifteen yesterday evening --
a telegram which is undoubtedly associated with his disappearance
-- and yet you have not had it. It is most culpable. I shall
certainly go down to the office here and register a complaint."
Dr. Leslie Armstrong sprang up from behind his desk, and his
dark face was crimson with fury.
"I'll trouble you to walk out of my house, sir," said he.
"You can tell your employer, Lord Mount-James, that I do not
wish to have anything to do either with him or with his agents.
No, sir, not another word!" He rang the bell furiously.
"John, show these gentlemen out!" A pompous butler ushered
us severely to the door, and we found ourselves in the street.
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