That's my reading of the first half."
The two detectives shook their heads.
"Well, Mr. Holmes, if this is true, we only tumble out of one
mystery into another," said the London inspector.
"And in some ways a worse one," added White Mason. "The lady has
never been in America in all her life. What possible connection
could she have with an American assassin which would cause her to
shelter him?"
"I freely admit the difficulties," said Holmes. "I propose to
make a little investigation of my own to-night, and it is just
possible that it may contribute something to the common cause."
"Can we help you, Mr. Holmes?"
"No, no! Darkness and Dr. Watson's umbrella--my wants are simple.
And Ames, the faithful Ames, no doubt he will stretch a point for
me. All my lines of thought lead me back invariably to the one
basic question--why should an athletic man develop his frame upon
so unnatural an instrument as a single dumb-bell?"
It was late that night when Holmes returned from his solitary
excursion. We slept in a double-bedded room, which was the best
that the little country inn could do for us.
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