\"Comeinstantly，131，PittStreet，Kensington。——Lestrade。\"
\"Whatisit，then？\"Iasked。
\"Don’tknow——maybeanything。ButIsuspectitisthesequelofthestoryofthestatues。Inthatcaseourfriend，theimage—breaker，hasbegunoperationsinanotherquarterofLondon。There’scoffeeonthetable，Watson，andIhaveacabatthedoor。\"
InhalfanhourwehadreachedPittStreet，aquietlittlebackwaterjustbesideoneofthebriskestcurrentsofLondonlife。No。131wasoneofarow，allflat—chested，respectable，andmostunromanticdwellings。Aswedroveupwefoundtherailingsinfrontofthehouselinedbyacuriouscrowd。
Holmeswhistled。