In the pub the owner, Mr Windigate, gave us some beer.
'Is this beer good?' Holmes asked him. 'I ask because I
know your geese are very good. Mr Henry Baker told us all
about your goose club.'
:Ah, yes. But those geese weren't our geese. They came
from a man with a little shop in Covent Garden.
Breckinridge is his name.'
'Thank you, my good man.' said Holmes. We paid for our
beer and drank it. Then we walked out of the warm pub
and into the cold night again.
'Now for Covent Garden.' said Holmes, and we walked