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           "Colourofhiseyes?" 

           "No,Ican’tsaythat." 

           "Nothingmorethatyoucanremember?" 

           "No,sir;nothing." 

           "Well,then,hereisyourhalf-sovereign. There’sanotheronewaitingforyouifyoucanbringanymoreinformation. Goodnight!" 

           "Goodnight,sir,andthankyou!" 

           JohnClaytondepartedchuckling,andHolmesturnedtomewithashrugofhisshouldersandaruefulsmile. 

           "Snapgoesourthirdthread,andweendwherewebegan,"saidhe. "Thecunningrascal! Heknewournumber,knewthatSirHenryBaskervillehadconsultedme,spottedwhoIwasinRegentStreet,conjecturedthatIhadgotthenumberofthecabandwouldlaymyhandsonthedriver,andsosentbackthisaudaciousmessage. Itellyou,Watson,thistimewehavegotafoemanwhoisworthyofoursteel. I’vebeencheckmatedinLondon. IcanonlywishyoubetterluckinDevonshire. ButI’mnoteasyinmymindaboutit." 

           "Aboutwhat?" 

           "Aboutsendingyou. It’sanuglybusiness,Watson,anuglydangerousbusiness,andthemoreIseeofitthelessIlikeit. Yes,mydearfellow,youmaylaugh,butIgiveyoumywordthatIshallbeverygladtohaveyoubacksafeandsoundinBakerStreetoncemore."