It cost me something in foolscap, and I had pretty nearly filled a shelf with my writings And then suddenly the whole business came to an end.” “To an end?” “Yes, sir I went to my work as usual at ten o’clock, but the door was shut and locked, with a little square of cardboard hammered on to the middle of the panel with a tack Here it is, and you can read for yourself.” He held up a piece of white cardboard about the size of a sheet of note-paper It read in this fashion: “THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE IS DISSOLVED “I cannot see that there is anything very funny,” cried our client, flushing up to the roots of his flaming head “If you can do nothing better than laugh at me, I can go elsewhere.” “No, no,” cried Holmes, shoving him back into the chair from which he had half risen “I really wouldn’t miss your case for the world It is most refreshingly unusual But there is, if you will excuse my saying so, something just a little funny about it Pray what steps did you take when you found the card upon the door?” “I was staggered, sir Then I called at the offices round, but none of them seemed to know anything about it Finally, I went to the landlord, who is an accountant living on the ground floor, and I asked him if he could tell me what had become of the Red-headed League He said that he had never heard of any such body He answered that the name was new to him “‘Well,’ said I, ‘the gentleman at No 4.’ “‘What, the red-headed man?’ “‘Yes.’ “‘Oh,’ said he, ‘his name was William Morris He was a solicitor and was using my room as a temporary convenience until his new premises were ready He moved out yesterday.’ “‘Where could I find him?’ “‘Oh, at his new offices Yes, 17 King Edward Street, near St Holmes, but when I got to that address it was a manufactory of artificial knee-caps, and no one in it had ever heard of either Mr Duncan Ross.” “And what did you do then?” asked Holmes “I went home to Saxe-Coburg Square, and I took the advice of my assistant But he could not help me in any way He could only say that if I waited I should hear by post But that was not quite good enough, Mr “Your case is an exceedingly remarkable one, and I shall be happy to look into it From what you have told me I think that it is possible that graver issues hang from it than might at first sight appear.” “Grave enough!” said Mr “Why, I have lost four pound a week.” “As far as you are personally concerned,” remarked Holmes, “I do not see that you have any grievance against this extraordinary league On the contrary, you are, as I understand, richer by some £ 30, to say nothing of the minute knowledge which you have gained on every subject which comes under the letter A You have lost nothing by them.” “No, sir But I want to find out about them, and who they are, and what their object was in playing this prank—if it was a prank—upon me It was a pretty expensive joke for them, for it cost them two and thirty pounds.” “We shall endeavour to clear up these points for you And, first, one or two questions, Mr Has a white splash of acid upon his forehead.” Holmes sat up in his chair in considerable excitement “Have you ever observed that his ears are pierced for earrings?” “Yes, sir He told me that a gipsy had done it for him when he was a lad.” “Hum!” said Holmes, sinking back in deep thought “He is still with you?” “Oh, yes, sir; I have only just left him.” “And has your business been attended to in your absence?” “Nothing to complain of, sir There’s never very much to do of a morning.” “That will do, Mr I shall be happy to give you an opinion upon the subject in the course of a day or two “It is a most mysterious business.” “As a rule,” said Holmes, “the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify But I must be prompt over this matter.” “What are you going to do, then?” I asked James’s Hall this afternoon,” he remarked Could your patients spare you for a few hours?” “I have nothing to do to-day My practice is never very absorbing.” “Then put on your hat and come I am going through the City first, and we can have some lunch on the way I observe that there is a good deal of German music on the programme, which is rather more to my taste than Italian or French It is introspective, and I want to introspect Come along!” We travelled by the Underground as far as Aldersgate; and a short walk took us to Saxe-Coburg Square, the scene of the singular story which we had listened to in the morning