hurried off in his strange, peering, absent-minded fashion, after
assuring Holmes that he had not heard of any who had seen the
apparition after Sir Charles's death.  *
Holmes had that quiet look of inward satisfaction which meant that
he had a congenial task before him, so I went to my club for the day
to be out of his way.  He asked me to send up a pound of the strongest
shag tobacco from Bardley's, and when I returned just before nine
o'clock, the room was full of smoke and fumes, with Holmes in his
dressing-gown, coiled up in an armchair with his black clay pipe
between his lips and several rolls of paper around him.
Coughing violently and complaining at the poisonous atmosphere I
opened the window.
