need of ready-money he will probably come back to Bovington's. I
will give you a note to them, and they will let you wait in the
shop. If the fellow comes you will follow him home. But no
indiscretion, and, above all, no violence. I put you on your
honour that you will take no step without my knowledge and
consent."

For two days the Hon. Philip Green (he was, I may mention, the
son of the famous admiral of that name who commanded the Sea of
Azof fleet in the Crimean War) brought us no news. On the
evening of the third he rushed into our sitting-room, pale,
trembling, with every muscle of his powerful frame quivering with
excitement.

"We have him! We have him!" he cried.

He was incoherent in his agitation. Holmes soothed him with a
few words and thrust him into an armchair.

"Come, now, give us the order of events," said he.

"She came only an hour ago. It was the wife, this time, but the
pendant she brought was the fellow of the other. She is a tall,
pale woman, with ferret eyes."

"That is the lady," said Holmes.

"She left the office and I followed her. She walked up the
Kennington Road, and I kept behind her. Presently she went into
a shop. Mr. Holmes, it was an undertaker's."