Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings,
those not infrequent
occasions when he was up all night, was
the breakfast table. I stood upon the
and picked up the
which our visitor had left behind him the night before.
It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed,
of the sort which is known as a "
Just under the head was a
nearly an inch across. "To James Mortimer,
from his friends of the C.C.H.
," was engraved upon
it, with the date "1884." It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family
used to carry -
solid, and reassuring.