"No, sir."

"And has had no letters or callers?"

"None."

"But surely you or the girl enter his room of a morning?"

"No, sir; he looks after himself entirely."

"Dear me! that is certainly remarkable. What about his luggage?"

"He had one big brown bag with him--nothing else."

"Well, we don't seem to have much material to help us. Do you
say nothing has come out of that room--absolutely nothing?"

The landlady drew an envelope from her bag; from it she shook out
two burnt matches and a cigarette-end upon the table.

"They were on his tray this morning. I brought them because I
had heard that you can read great things out of small ones."

Holmes shrugged his shoulders.

"There is nothing here," said he. "The matches have, of course,
been used to light cigarettes. That is obvious from the
shortness of the burnt end. Half the match is consumed in
lighting a pipe or cigar. But, dear me! this cigarette stub is