"You have slept soundly," he said. "I feared that our talk would
wake you."
"I heard nothing," I answered. "Have you had fresh news, then?"
"Unfortunately, no. I confess that I am surprised and
disappointed. I expected something definite by this time.
Wiggins has just been up to report. He says that no trace can be
found of the launch. It is a provoking check, for every hour is
of importance."
"Can I do anything? I am perfectly fresh now, and quite ready
for another night's outing."
"No, we can do nothing. We can only wait. If we go ourselves,
the message might come in our absence, and delay be caused. You
can do what you will, but I must remain on guard."
"Then I shall run over to Camberwell and call upon Mrs. Cecil
Forrester. She asked me to, yesterday."
"On Mrs. Cecil Forrester?" asked Holmes, with the twinkle of a
smile in his eyes.
"Well, of course Miss Morstan too. They were anxious to hear
what happened."
"I would not tell them too much," said Holmes. "Women are never
to be entirely trusted,--not the best of them."
I did not pause to argue over this atrocious sentiment. "I shall
be back in an hour or two," I remarked.
"All right! Good luck! But, I say, if you are crossing the
river you may as well return Toby, for I don't think it is at all
likely that we shall have any use for him now.
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