“Farewell, then,”said the old man solemnly.“Your own deathbeds, when they come, will be the easier for the thought of the peace which you have given to mine.”Tottering and shaking in all his giant frame, he stumbled slowly from the room.
“God help us!”said Holmes after a long silence.“Why does fate play such tricks with poor, helpless worms?I never hear of such a case as this that I do not think of Baxter’s words, and say,‘There, but for the grace of God, goes Sherlock Holmes.’”