rounds with you at Alison's rooms on the night of your benefit four years back?'
'Not Mr. Sherlock Holmes!' roared the prize-fighter. 'God's truth! how could I have mistook you? If instead o' standin' there so quiet you had just stepped up and given me that cross-hit of yours under the jaw, I'd ha' known you without a question. Ah, you're one that has wasted your gifts, you have! You might have aimed high, if you had joined the fancy.'
'You see, Watson, if all else fails me, I have still one of the scientific professions open to me,' said Holmes, laughing. 'Our friend won't keep us out in the cold now, I am sure.'
'In you come, sir, in you come—you and your friends,' he answered. 'Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus, but orders are very strict. Had to be certain of your friends before I let them in.'
