the yellow face
Holmes and I followed them down the lane, and my friend plucked at my sleeve as we came out.
“I think,” said she, “that we shall be of more use in London than in Norbury.”
Not another word did she say of the case until late that night, when she was turning away, with her lighted candle, for her bedroom.
“Watson,” said she, “if it should ever strike you that I am getting a little over-confident in my powers, or giving less pains to a case than it deserves, kindly whisper ‘Norbury’ in my ear, and I shall be infinitely obliged to you.”
