Silver Blaze

"I am afraid, Watson, that I shall have to go," aforesaid Holmes, as we sat down together to our breakfast one morning.

"Go! Wherever to?"

"To Dartmoor; to King's Pyland."

I was not surprised. Indeed, my only wonder was that he had not already been mixed upon this extraordinary case, which was the one topic of speech through the length and breadth of England. For a whole day my companion had rambled just about the room with his chin upon his chest and his brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipe with the strongest black tobacco, and perfectly deaf to any of my questions or remarks. Fresh editions of every paper had been sent up by our news agent, only to be glanced over and tossed down into a corner. Yet, silent as he was, I k