“I was still balancing the matter in my mind when a hansom cab drove up to Briony Lodge, and a gentleman sprang out.
I was just balancing whether I should run for it, or whether I should perch behind her landau when a cab came through the street.
The cab and the landau with their steaming horses were in front of the door when I arrived.
Sherlock Holmes was not very communicative during the long drive and lay back in the cab humming the tunes which he had heard in the afternoon.
“Well, would you please, sir, march upstairs, where we can get a cab to carry your Highness to the police-station?”
Hosmer came for us in a hansom, but as there were two of us he put us both into it and stepped himself into a four-wheeler, which happened to be the only other cab in the street.
My wants were few and simple, so that in less than the time stated I was in a cab with my valise, rattling away to Paddington Station.
It was about ten minutes before we regained our cab and drove back into Ross, Holmes still carrying with him the stone which he had picked up in the wood.
I promised her on my word that I would send him home in a cab within two hours if he were indeed at the address which she had given me.
Ordering my cab to wait, I passed down the steps, worn hollow in the centre by the ceaseless tread of drunken feet; and by the light of a flickering oil-lamp above the door I found the latch and made my way into a long, low room, thick and heavy with the brown opium smoke, and terraced with wooden berths, like the forecastle of an emigrant ship.