I stopped the car and sat still... remembering.

... Watson, or whatever your name is, you are not in Hyde Park, with an audience of loafers.

Supposing she doesn't want to get married? She can go and be a governess.

You know, old boy, Edith was never my fiancee.

In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran...

I've gone over it again and again and again in my head

Now, from the beginning...