Chapter 11: The Adventure of the Missing Three-Quarter

The Adventure of the Missing Three-Quarter We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street, but I have a particular recollection of one which reached us on a gloomy February morning, some seven or eight years ago, and gave Mr. Sherlock Holmes a puzzled quarter of an hour. It was addressed to him, and ran thus: Please await me. Terrible misfortune. Right wing three-quarter missing, indispensable tomorrow. Overton. “Strand postmark, and dispatched ten thirty-six,” sa…