The Adventure of the Table Foot

ual about this time of the morning, I found him running over the agony columns of the different newspapers, quietly smiling at the egotistical private -detective advertisements. He looked up and greeted me as I entered.

"Ah, Whatsoname, how d'you do? You have not had breakfast yet. And you must be hungry. I suppose that is why you drove, and in a hansom too. Yet you had time to stay and look at your barometer. You look surprised. I can easily see any fool would see it that you've not breakfasted, as your teeth and mouth are absolutely clean, not a crumb about. I noticed it as you smiled on your entry. You drove it's a muddy morning and your boots are quite clean. In a hansom don't I know what time you rise? How then could you get here so quickly without doing it in a hansom? A bus or four- wheeler couldn'