where we might find our quarry, but Holmes looked through the 
window at the fog bank that lay like a white wool against the 
window and it was evident to us all that pursuit was in vain until
the fog had lifted.  Meanwhile, we left Lestrade in charge of the
house, while Holmes & I went back to the hound's intended victim 
on the moor, whose shattered nerves brought on a high delirious 
fever by morning.
