post-office, and Holmes despatched his wire.
'Whom do you think that is to?' he asked, as we resumed our journey.
'I am sure I don't know.'
'You remember the Baker Street division of the detective police force whom I employed in the Jefferson Hope case?'
'Well,' said I, laughing.
'This is just the case where they might be invaluable. If they fail, I have other resources; but I shall try them first. That wire was to my dirty little lieutenant, Wiggins, and I expect that he and his gang will be with us before we have finished our breakfast.'
It was between eight and nine o'clock now, and I was conscious of a strong reaction after the successive excitements of the night. I was limp and weary, befogged in mind and fatigued in body. I had not the professional enthusiasm which carried my companion on,
