I find it r recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy day towards the end of March in the year 1892. Holmes had received a telegram whi­le we sat at our lunch and he had scribbled a reply. He made no remark but the matter remained in his thoughts for he stood in front of the fire afterwards with a thoughtful face smoking his pipe and casting an occasional glance at the message. Suddenly he tur­ned upon me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes