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“
No
,
I
could
not
sleep
,
”
he
answered
.
“
This
infernal
problem
is
consuming
me
.
It
is
too
much
to
be
balked
by
so
petty
an
obstacle
,
when
all
else
had
been
overcome
.
I
know
the
men
,
the
launch
,
everything
;
and
yet
I
can
get
no
news
.
I
have
set
other
agencies
at
work
,
and
used
every
means
at
my
disposal
.
The
whole
river
has
been
searched
on
either
side
,
but
there
is
no
news
,
nor
has
Mrs
.
Smith
heard
of
her
husband
.
I
shall
come
to
the
conclusion
soon
that
they
have
scuttled
the
craft
.
But
there
are
objections
to
that
.
”
“
Or
that
Mrs
.
Smith
has
put
us
on
a
wrong
scent
.
”
“
No
,
I
think
that
may
be
dismissed
.
I
had
inquiries
made
,
and
there
is
a
launch
of
that
description
.
”
“
Could
it
have
gone
up
the
river
?
”
“
I
have
considered
that
possibility
too
,
and
there
is
a
search
-
party
who
will
work
up
as
far
as
Richmond
.
If
no
news
comes
to
-
day
,
I
shall
start
off
myself
to
-
morrow
,
and
go
for
the
men
rather
than
the
boat
.
But
surely
,
surely
,
we
shall
hear
something
.
”
We
did
not
,
however
.
Not
a
word
came
to
us
either
from
Wiggins
or
from
the
other
agencies
.
There
were
articles
in
most
of
the
papers
upon
the
Norwood
tragedy
.
They
all
appeared
to
be
rather
hostile
to
the
unfortunate
Thaddeus
Sholto
.
No
fresh
details
were
to
be
found
,
however
,
in
any
of
them
,
save
that
an
inquest
was
to
be
held
upon
the
following
day
.
I
walked
over
to
Camberwell
in
the
evening
to
report
our
ill
success
to
the
ladies
,
and
on
my
return
I
found
Holmes
dejected
and
somewhat
morose
.
He
would
hardly
reply
to
my
questions
,
and
busied
himself
all
evening
in
an
abstruse
chemical
analysis
which
involved
much
heating
of
retorts
and
distilling
of
vapours
,
ending
at
last
in
a
smell
which
fairly
drove
me
out
of
the
apartment
.
Up
to
the
small
hours
of
the
morning
I
could
hear
the
clinking
of
his
test
-
tubes
which
told
me
that
he
was
still
engaged
in
his
malodorous
experiment
.
In
the
early
dawn
I
woke
with
a
start
,
and
was
surprised
to
find
him
standing
by
my
bedside
,
clad
in
a
rude
sailor
dress
with
a
pea
-
jacket
,
and
a
coarse
red
scarf
round
his
neck
.
“
I
am
off
down
the
river
,
Watson
,
”
said
he
.
“
I
have
been
turning
it
over
in
my
mind
,
and
I
can
see
only
one
way
out
of
it
.
It
is
worth
trying
,
at
all
events
.
”
“
Surely
I
can
come
with
you
,
then
?
”
said
I
.
