John Douglas of Birlstone
Manor."
"Yes, yes, so you are. But don't trouble to trace the mysterious
gentleman upon the bicycle. I assure you that it won't help
you."
"Then what do you suggest that we do?"
"I will tell you exactly what to do, if you will do it."
"Well, I'm bound to say I've always found you had reason behind
all your queer ways. I'll do what you advise."
"And you, Mr. White Mason?"
The country detective looked helplessly from one to the other.
Holmes and his methods were new to him. "Well, if it is good
enough for the inspector, it is good enough for me," he said at
last.
"Capital!" said Holmes. "Well, then, I should recommend a nice,
cheery country walk for both of you. They tell me that the views
from Birlstone Ridge over the Weald are very remarkable. No
doubt lunch could be got at some suitable hostelry; though my
ignorance of the country prevents me from recommending one. In
the evening, tired but happy--"
"Man, this is getting past a joke!" cried MacDonald, rising
angrily from his chair.
"Well, well, spend the day as you like," said Holmes, patting him
cheerfully upon the shoulder.
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