"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who used to get up very late, except for the occasional time when he stayed up at all, sat at breakfast. I was standing on the mat in front of the fireplace and holding a cane, which our visitor had forgotten the night before. It was a beautiful, thick stick with a round snuck. Just under it the stick was covered with a wide (inch wide) silver ribbon, and on this tape was engraved: "James Mortimer, M. R.S. S. from his friends from S.S.N." and the year "1884." It was just the kind of cane worn by ordinary old-fashioned family doctors - venerable, sturdy and reliable..."