the air of a bon vivant. For myself, I felt elated at the thought that we were nearing the end of our task, and I caught something of Holmes's gaiety. None of us alluded during dinner to the cause which had brought us together.
When the cloth was cleared, Holmes glanced at his watch, and filled up three glasses with port.
'One bumper,' said he, 'to the success of our little expedition. And now it is high time we were off. Have you a pistol, Watson?'
'I have my old service-revolver in my desk.'
'You had best take it, then. It is well to be prepared. I see that the cab is at the door. I ordered it for half-past six.'
It was a little past seven before we reached the Westminster wharf, and found our launch awaiting us. Holmes eyed it critically.
