"Fairly well, sir; I'm living with my daughter now; I'm too old to take another situation. Have you found it, sir?"
"Found what, Elkington?"
"The letter you lost, sir."
"Yes, I found it three days ago; at least a friend of mine found it, in the cottage of an old woman not far from Birmingham."
"Then it wasn't Watson who took it, sir?"
"Yes, it was Watson; she and that bookseller between them. He was her half-brother, Elkington."
"Was he, indeed, sir? Well, I never knew that! I always suspected her, sir."
"I knew you did, Elkington."
"She didn't like you, sir; she thought you kept her in her place."
"She wanted it, Elkington."