it was closed for the day, so we made our way back to Baker Street. It was not till after dinner that Holmes reverted to the subject.
“Our little problem draws to a close,” said he. “No doubt you have outlined the solution in your own mind.”
“I can make neither head nor tail of it.”
“The head is surely clear enough and the tail we should see to-morrow. Did you notice nothing curious about that advertisement?”
“I saw that the word ‘plough’ was misspelt.”
“Oh, you did notice that, did you? Come, Watson, you improve all the time. Yes, it was bad English but good American. The printer had set it up as received. Then the buckboards. That is American also. And artesian wells are commoner with them than with us. It was a typical American advertisement, but purporting to be from an English firm. What do you make of that?”
“I can only suppose that this American lawyer put it in himself. What his object was I fail to understand.”
“Well, there are alternative explanations. Anyhow, he wanted to get this good old fossil up to Birmingham. That is very clear. I might have told him that he was clearly going on a wild-goose chase, but, on second thoughts, it seemed better to clear the stage by letting him go. To-morrow, Watson—well, to-morrow will speak for itself.”
Holmes was up and out early. When he returned at lunch-time I noticed that his face was very grave.
“This is a more serious matter than I had expected,
