Mortimer is a successful, elderly medical man, well-esteemed since those who know him give him this mark of their appreciation. I think, said I, following as far as I could the methods of my companion, that Dr. Let me hear you reconstruct the man by an examination of it. But, tell me, Watson, what do you make of our visitor's stick? Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir becomes of importance. I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me, said he. How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head. Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation. It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry-dignified, solid, and reassuring. To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H., was engraved upon it, with the date 1884. Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a Penang lawyer. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. The views and characters expressed in the book are of the author and his/her imagination and do not represent the views of the Publisher. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher. The Hound of Baskerville Arthur Conan Doyle Alpha EditionsĮmail - rights reserved.
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