Holmes once again resisted my desire for action until we could prove
something against our adversary.  If we were acting through some
human agent, said Holmes, we could get some evidence, but if we were
simply to drag this great beast to the light of day it would not help
us in putting a rope around the neck of its ally.
We had not a shadow of a case, said Holmes. We should be laughed out
of court. Sir Charles had not a mark on him. He had died of sheer
fright. How could we get twelve stolid jurymen to believe a story
about a hound driving him to his death when there were no marks of
fangs on his body. As to tonight, we did not see the hound ourselves,
we could not prove that it was running upon the man's trail, there
was no motive.
It was clear that Holmes had his own plan, and I could draw nothing
