Holmes looked at Blessington in his questioning way and shook his head. “I cannot possibly advise you if you try to deceive me,” said he. “But I have told you everything.” Holmes turned on his heel with a gesture of disgust. “Good-night, Dr. Trevelyan,” said he. “And no advice for me?” cried Blessington, in a breaking voice. “My advice to your, sir, is to speak the truth.” A minute later we were in the street and walking for home.
