• Then, all at once, he was out of his seat.
    "Watson what a fool I've been!
    to have it laid before me so neat,
    yet so blind I could not have seen?

    Scratching a telegram out on a paper scrap,
    he handed it to his friend,
    "If you would, give that to Billy, old chap.
    It's he'll know where to send."

    Holmes had dashed out into the street,
    and called for himself a hansom,
    Gave a strange address, and for a time hard to beat,
    he promised a sum most handsome

    He dashed into a house and met face to face
    with a dangerous and desperate man,
    His revolver came out at a startling pace,
    and his stick was poised in his hand.

    Once all was resolved, and all squared away,
    the mystery was really quite odd.
    Though he laid it quite plainly, in his objective way,
    He had to explain it once more for Lestrade.

    When Watson aspired to write it all down,
    and asked Holmes if it was alright.
    Sherlock agreed, and with a most soothing sound,
    played violin the rest of the night.