There was no chance of either of us forgetting that peculiar ruddy tweed suit--the very one which he had worn on the first morning that we had seen him in Baker Street. We caught the one clear glimpse of it, and then the match flickered and went out, even as the hope had gone out of our souls.
Znaliśmy obaj kraciasty garnitur -- ten sam, w którym ukazał nam się po raz pierwszy w mieszkaniu Holmesa.