Over the Plum Pudding
Thus the story runs on, and the pseudo-Higgins delights his fellow-guests with the brilliance of his conversation. He eats lightly, when suddenly a flash of triumph comes into his deep-set eyes, for on cutting open the turkey gizzard the diamond brooch is disclosed. He seems about to faint, but with a strong effort of the will he regains his strength and arises.
"Mrs. Wilbraham,' he said, quietly and simply--'ladies and gentlemen, I must leave you. I take the 9.10 train for London. May I be excused?'
"The eyes of the company opened wide.
"'Why--must you really go, Mr Higgins?' Mrs. Wilbraham queried
"'It is imperative,' said he. 'I am going to have myself identified. The finding of this diamond brooch in a turkey gizzard convinces me that I am Sherlock Holmes. Such a thing could happen to no other, yet I may be mistaken. I shall call at once upon a certain Dr. Watson, of London, a