Ford had one suitcase which he set on the floor. It had taken quite a beating over the years and occasionally the lock sprung open and spilled his dirty laundry; but it had sentimental value because it was the one thing he took with him wherever he went. He exchanged a look with Mrs. Hudson and set his eyes on the man sprawled out across the couch. He was somewhat surprised by the English accent. "I take it you're Holmes," he replied in his own Londonish tones.