? ? ? ? "And of course this is all quite a minor point compared to the question of who killed John Straker."
? ? ? ? "And you will devote yourself to that?"
? ? ? ? "On the contrary, we both go back to London by the night train."
? ? ? ? I was thunderstruck by my friend's words. We had only been a few hours in Devonshire, and that he should give up an investigation which he had begun so brilliantly was quite incomprehensible to me. Not a word more could I draw from him until we were back at the trainer's house. The colonel and the inspector were awaiting us in the parlour.
? ? ? ? "My friend and I return to town by the night-express," said Holmes. "We have had a charming little breath of your beautiful Dartmoor air."
? ? ? ? The inspector opened his eyes, and the colonel's lip curled in a sneer.
? ? ? ? "So you despair of arresting the murderer of poor Straker," said he.
? ? ? ? Holmes shrugged his shoulders. "There are certainly grave difficulties in the way," said he. "I have every hope, however, that your horse will start upon Tuesday, and I beg that you will have your jockey in readiness. Might I ask for a photograph of Mr.
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