By the time Watson roused from his sleep Holmes had long since come and gone. The newspapers were full of Blackwood's resurrection and the havoc that had been played upon the river traffic by the sudden appearance of an artificial reef midstream. Watson waited for word from Holmes, but word never came, not even so much as a telegram to confirm that he was alive, and gradually worry began to turn to anger. Knowing that his nose was out of joint because Holmes wasn't trying to coax him into coming along didn't help at all.
At midnight, Watson resumed packing.