THE ADVENTURE OF THE TABLE FOOT w/Direct link technology (A Classic Thriller)

I CALLED one morning a crisp cold wintry December day on my friend Thinlock Bones, for the purpose of keeping him company at breakfast, and, as usual about this time of the morning, I found him running over the agony columns of the different newspapers, quietly smiling at the egotistical private -detective advertisements. He looked up and greeted me as 1 entered.