‘“There,” said I when I saw it, “I’m sure it’s the man I saw them arresting this morning.”’
Mr. Holmes broke silence for the first time. He fixed his penetrating gaze on Lady Parchmin’s hair, and said:
‘You must have said that to yourself then, for you drove here alone.’
She put her hands up quickly to her head, saying:
‘Good Heavens! How do you know that? I did. Peter walked.’
‘How extraordinary!’ murmured the guests.
‘Do tell me how you told?’ said Lady Parchmin.
Mr. Holmes looked round the table with a dry, triumphant smile; then leaned confidentially towards Lady Parchmin, and explained:
‘I saw your husband’s goloshes in the hall.’
‘You must be a detective!’ said Lady Parchmin.