Sherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the Greenbriar Ghost

Chapter 4

“Surely you don’t believe her, Holmes,” I said as we cantered along a byroad on a pair of horses the good lady had lent us. Holmes, astride a chestnut gelding, did not answer me as we made our way through sun-dappled lanes.

It was only after we had reached our Lewisburg inn and handed the horses off to a stable lad that Holmes stopped and looked first up at the darkening late afternoon blue of the American sky and then at me.

“Do you not?” he replied as if I had just asked my question this minute instead of an hour past.

I opened my mouth to reply, but Holmes would say no more.