Three Broken Threads
“No, sir; I have made inquiry all over the hotel, but I can hear no word of it.”
“Well, either that boot comes back before sundown or I’ll see the manager and tell him that I go right straight out of this hotel.”
“It shall be found, sir—I promise you that if you will have a little patience it will be found.”
“Mind it is, for it’s the last thing of mine that I’ll lose in this den of thieves. Well, well, Mr. Holmes, you’ll excuse my troubling you about such a trifle——”
“I think it’s well worth troubling about.”
“Why, you look very serious over it.”
“How do you explain it?”
“I just don’t attempt to explain it. It seems the very maddest, queerest thing that ever happened to me.”
“The queerest, perhaps,” said Holmes thoughtfully.
“What do you make of it yourself?”
“Well, I don’t profess to understand it yet. This case of yours is very complex, Sir Henry. When taken in conjunction
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