ItwasablazinghotdayinAugust。BakerStreetwaslikeanoven，
andtheglareofthesunlightupontheyellowbrickworkofthehouse
acrosstheroadwaspainfultotheeye。Itwashardtobelievethat
thesewerethesamewallswhichloomedsogloomilythroughthefogsof
winter。Ourblindswerehalf-drawn，andHolmeslaycurleduponthe