Adventure I. 　　 Silver Blaze 　　　　 I am afraid, Watson, that I shall have to go,” said Holmes, as we sat down together [1. to] our breakfast one morning. 　　 “Go! Where to?” 　　 “To Dartmoor; to King’s Pyland.” 　　 I was not surprised. 　　 Indeed, my only wonder was that he had not already been mixed up [2. in] this extraordinary case, which was the one topic of conversation [3. through] the length and breadth of England. 　　 For a whole day my companion had rambled [4. about] the room with his chin upon his chest and his brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipe with the strongest black tobacco, and absolutely deaf to any of my questions or remarks. 　　 Fresh editions of every paper had been sent up by our news agent, only to be glanced over and tossed down into a corner. 　　 Yet, silent as he was, I knew perfectly well what it was over which he was brooding. 　　 There was but one problem before the public which could challenge his powers of analysis, and that was the singular disappearance of the favourite [5. for] the Wessex Cup, and the tragic murder of its trainer. 　　 When, therefore, he suddenly announced his intention of setting out for the scene of the drama it was only what I had both expected and hoped for. 　　 “I should be most happy to go down with you if I should not be in the way,” said I. 　　 © Copyright 2023 Adamorbis, LLC. All Rights Reserved. このサイトの全てのコンテンツは、Adamorbis, LLC の知的財産であり、サイトを訪れた個人による、個人的消費に供されます。他者・公を問わず、いかなる手段によるものでも、転載・書き換え、引用等、の手段による内容の伝達は、全て禁じます。