“‘No,’ said I, ‘but that you hadn’t is plain; for if you had brought any other clothing besides that you had on with you, you would have put it on to come here. That you have been robbed I deduce also from your costume.’
“‘But the number of the machine?’ asked Watson.
“‘Is on the tag on the key hanging about his neck,’ said I.
“‘One more question,’ queried Burgess. ‘How do you know I have been lying face downward on the beach ever since?’
“‘By the sand in your eyebrows,’ I replied; and Watson ordered up the small bottle.”
“I fail to see what it was in our conversation, however,” observed Hamlet, somewhat impatient over the delay caused by the narration of this tale, “that suggested this train of thought to you.”
“The sequel will show,” returned Holmes.
“Oh, Lord!” put in Raleigh. “Can’t we put off the sequel until a later issue? Remember, Mr. Holmes, that we are constantly losing time.”
“The sequel is brief, and I can narrate it on our way to the office of the Navigation Company,” observed the detective. “When the bottle came I invited Mr. Burgess to join us, which he did, and as the hour was late when we came to separate, I offered him the use of my parlor overnight. This he accepted, and we retired.
“The next morning when I arose to dress, the mystery was cleared.”