Wednesday, 26th September., continued

Sherlock Holmes had the power of detaching his mind at will.  For two
hours our strange business was forgotten, and he was entirely absorbed
in the pictures of the modern Belgian masters.  He would talk of nothing
but art, of which he had the crudest ideas, until we found ourselves at
the Northumberland Hotel.  The "Hotel Register" showed that two names had
been added after that of Baskerville, and Holmes, by pretending that they
might be acquaintances, discovered from the porter that both were well-known
people in the hotel.  They were therefore unlikely to be the people we were
after, who must be as anxious to avoid being recognized as they were
anxious to watch Sir Henry. As we climbed the stairs to his room, we ran up
against the baronet himself, flushed with anger, and with an old & dusty
