"
"What are we to do, then?" I asked, as we landed near Millbank
Penitentiary.
"Take this hansom, drive home, have some breakfast, and get an
hour's sleep. It is quite on the cards that we may be afoot to-
night again. Stop at a telegraph-office, cabby! We will keep
Toby, for he may be of use to us yet."
We pulled up at the Great Peter Street post-office, and Holmes
despatched his wire. "Whom do you think that is to?" he asked,
as we resumed our journey.
"I am sure I don't know."
"You remember the Baker Street division of the detective police
force whom I employed in the Jefferson Hope case?"
"Well," said I, laughing.
"This is just the case where they might be invaluable. If they
fail, I have other resources; but I shall try them first. That
wire was to my dirty little lieutenant, Wiggins, and I expect
that he and his gang will be with us before we have finished our
breakfast."
It was between eight and nine o'clock now, and I was conscious of
a strong reaction after the successive excitements of the night.
I was limp and weary, befogged in mind and fatigued in body. I
had not the professional enthusiasm which carried my companion
on, nor could I look at the matter as a mere abstract
intellectual problem.
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