Holmes sat in silence in the cab as we drove back to Baker Street, and I knew from his drawn brows and keen face that his mind, like my own, was busy in endeavouring to frame some scheme into which all these strange and apparently disconnected episodes could be fitted.
Sherlock Holmes kjørte tilbake til Baker Street. På hans rynkede bryn og skarpe ansiktsuttrykk kunne jeg se at hans hjerne arbeidet ivrig med å finne en sammenheng mellom alle disse underlige og øyensynlig så forskjelligartede begivenhetene.