Tuesday, 25th September
Extraordinary to think that barely four days ago Holmes and I had 
just completed our latest adventure, and together had successfully 
resolved the problem of the Sholtas. We had lost one fortune, but I 
had gained another of a very different kind. Still at Baker Street, of 
course, until the Great Occasion, though much excited and yet full of 
fear. Last night, persuaded Holmes to forsake the cocaine bottle, to 
which he resorts in the aftermath of any bout of vigour, and to 
accompany me, while I am still free, to the Oxford Music Halls, he 
to study human nature in the audience, myself to enjoy, perhaps for
the  last time, the robust choruses better suited to the bachelor than 
to the refinements of my Future Responsibilities.
We dallied afterwards at one of my old drinking haunts and
returned home later than expected to learn from a disgruntled
Mrs. Hudson of a visitor in our absence whom she had pushed
out into the street after he had waited an hour.
