The Hound of the Baskervilles
“I could swear only to the beard.”
“And so could I—from which I gather that in all probability it was a false one. A clever man upon so delicate an errand has no use for a beard save to conceal his features. Come in here, Watson!”
He turned into one of the district messenger offices, where he was warmly greeted by the manager.
“Ah, Wilson, I see you have not forgotten the little case in which I had the good fortune to help you?”
“No, sir, indeed I have not. You saved my good name, and perhaps my life.”
“My dear fellow, you exaggerate. I have some recollection, Wilson, that you had among your boys a lad named Cartwright, who showed some ability during the investigation.”
“Yes, sir, he is still with us.”
“Could you ring him up? Thank you! And I should be glad to have change of this five-pound note.”
A lad of fourteen, with a bright, keen
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