"The queerest perhaps-" said Holmes thoughtfully.
"What do you make of it yourself?"
"Well, I don't profess to understand it yet.
This case of yours is very complex, Sir Henry.
When taken in conjunction with your uncle's death I am not sure that of all the five hundred cases of capital importance which I have handled there is one which cuts so deep.
But we hold several threads in our hands, and the odds are that one or other of them guides us to the truth.
We may waste time in following the wrong one, but sooner or later we must come upon the right."
We had a pleasant luncheon in which little was said of the business which had brought us together. It was in the private sitting-room to which we afterwards repaired that Holmes asked Baskerville what were his intentions.
"To go to Baskerville Hall."
"And when?"