A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.

           Ourprisoner’sfuriousresistancedidnotapparentlyindicateanyferocityinhisdispositiontowardsourselves,foronfindinghimselfpowerless,hesmiledinanaffablemanner,andexpressedhishopesthathehadnothurtanyofusinthescuffle. “Iguessyou’regoingtotakemetothepolice-station,”heremarkedtoSherlockHolmes. “Mycab’satthedoor. Ifyou’llloosemylegsI’llwalkdowntoit. I’mnotsolighttoliftasIusedtobe.” 

           GregsonandLestradeexchangedglancesasiftheythoughtthispropositionratheraboldone;butHolmesatoncetooktheprisonerathisword,andloosenedthetowelwhichwehadboundroundhisancles. Heroseandstretchedhislegs,asthoughtoassurehimselfthattheywerefreeoncemore. IrememberthatIthoughttomyself,asIeyedhim,thatIhadseldomseenamorepowerfullybuiltman;andhisdarksunburnedfaceboreanexpressionofdeterminationandenergywhichwasasformidableashispersonalstrength. 

           “Ifthere’savacantplaceforachiefofthepolice,Ireckonyouarethemanforit,”hesaid,gazingwithundisguisedadmirationatmyfellow-lodger. “Thewayyoukeptonmytrailwasacaution.” 

           “Youhadbettercomewithme,”saidHolmestothetwodetectives. 

           “Icandriveyou,”saidLestrade. 

           “Good!andGregsoncancomeinsidewithme. Youtoo,Doctor,youhavetakenaninterestinthecaseandmayaswellsticktous.”