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diff --git a/108-h/108-h.htm b/108-h/108-h.htm index ed7644c..a17d7ec 100644 --- a/108-h/108-h.htm +++ b/108-h/108-h.htm @@ -1,15 +1,16 @@ <!DOCTYPE html> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<html lang="en"> <head> - <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <meta charset="utf-8"> + <title> The Return of Sherlock Holmes | Project Gutenberg </title> <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> <style> -body { margin-left: 20%; - margin-right: 20%; +body { margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; text-align: justify } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5 {text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-weight: @@ -71,25 +72,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} </head> <body> - -<div style='text-align:center; font-size:1.2em; font-weight:bold'>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Return of Sherlock Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle</div> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and -most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online -at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Return of Sherlock Holmes</div> -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Arthur Conan Doyle</div> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: February, 1994 [eBook #108]<br> -[Most recently updated: February 9, 2024]</div> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: An Anonymous Volunteer</div> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RETURN OF SHERLOCK HOLMES ***</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 108 ***</div> <div class="fig" style="width:70%;"> <img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover"> @@ -161,7 +144,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap01"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE EMPTY HOUSE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap01"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE EMPTY HOUSE</h2> <p> It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London was interested, and @@ -1112,7 +1095,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap02"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER</h2> +<h2><a id="chap02"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER</h2> <p> “From the point of view of the criminal expert,” said Mr. Sherlock Holmes, @@ -2339,7 +2322,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap03"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE DANCING MEN</h2> +<h2><a id="chap03"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE DANCING MEN</h2> <p> Holmes had been seated for some hours in silence with his long, thin back @@ -3097,7 +3080,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. “Because the candle was not guttered.” </p> <p> - “Capital!” cried the inspector. “Capital! + “Capital!” cried the inspector. “Capital!” </p> <p> “Feeling sure that the window had been open at the time of the tragedy, I @@ -3424,7 +3407,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. A man was striding up the path which led to the door. He was a tall, handsome, swarthy fellow, clad in a suit of grey flannel, with a Panama hat, a bristling black beard, and a great, aggressive hooked nose, and - flourishing a cane as he walked. He swaggered up a path as if the place + flourishing a cane as he walked. He swaggered up the path as if the place belonged to him, and we heard his loud, confident peal at the bell. </p> <p> @@ -3490,7 +3473,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <p> “If Elsie dies, I care nothing what becomes of me,” said the American. He opened one of his hands, and looked at a note crumpled up in his palm. - “See here, mister! he cried, with a gleam of suspicion in his eyes, + “See here, mister,” he cried, with a gleam of suspicion in his eyes, “you’re not trying to scare me over this, are you? If the lady is hurt as bad as you say, who was it that wrote this note?” He tossed it forward on to the table. @@ -3617,7 +3600,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap04"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST</h2> +<h2><a id="chap04"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST</h2> <p> From the years 1894 to 1901 inclusive, Mr. Sherlock Holmes was a very busy @@ -3917,7 +3900,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. </p> <p> “It is part of the settled order of Nature that such a girl should have - followers,” said Holmes, he pulled at his meditative pipe, “but for choice + followers,” said Holmes, as he pulled at his meditative pipe, “but for choice not on bicycles in lonely country roads. Some secretive lover, beyond all doubt. But there are curious and suggestive details about the case, Watson.” @@ -4562,7 +4545,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. that she is now the wife of Cyril Morton, the senior partner of Morton & Kennedy, the famous Westminster electricians. Williamson and Woodley were both tried for abduction and assault, the former getting seven years - the latter ten. Of the fate of Carruthers, I have no record, but I am sure + and the latter ten. Of the fate of Carruthers, I have no record, but I am sure that his assault was not viewed very gravely by the court, since Woodley had the reputation of being a most dangerous ruffian, and I think that a few months were sufficient to satisfy the demands of justice. @@ -4572,7 +4555,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap05"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE PRIORY SCHOOL</h2> +<h2><a id="chap05"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE PRIORY SCHOOL</h2> <p> We have had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stage at @@ -4904,7 +4887,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. “Had he ever one from France?” </p> <p> - “No, never. + “No, never.” </p> <p> “You see the point of my questions, of course. Either the boy was carried @@ -6317,7 +6300,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap06"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF BLACK PETER</h2> +<h2><a id="chap06"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF BLACK PETER</h2> <p> I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental and @@ -7016,7 +6999,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. “You have not been here before last night?” </p> <p> - “No. + “No.” </p> <p> “Then how do you account for <i>that</i>?” cried Hopkins, as he held up the @@ -7414,7 +7397,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap07"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON</h2> +<h2><a id="chap07"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON</h2> <p> It is years since the incidents of which I speak took place, and yet it is @@ -7685,7 +7668,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. foolish. And now, gentlemen, I have one or two little interviews this evening, and it is a long drive to Hampstead.” He stepped forward, took up his coat, laid his hand on his revolver, and turned to the door. I picked - up a chair, but Holmes shook his head, and I laid it down again. With bow, + up a chair, but Holmes shook his head, and I laid it down again. With a bow, a smile, and a twinkle, Milverton was out of the room, and a few moments after we heard the slam of the carriage door and the rattle of the wheels as he drove away. @@ -8239,7 +8222,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap08"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SIX NAPOLEONS</h2> +<h2><a id="chap08"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SIX NAPOLEONS</h2> <p> It was no very unusual thing for Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, to look @@ -9244,7 +9227,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap09"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE THREE STUDENTS</h2> +<h2><a id="chap09"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE THREE STUDENTS</h2> <p> It was in the year ’95 that a combination of events, into which I need not @@ -10020,7 +10003,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. “Yes, let it proceed, by all means.” </p> <p> - “But this rascal?—” + “But this rascal—?” </p> <p> “He shall not compete.” @@ -10271,7 +10254,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap10"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE GOLDEN PINCE-NEZ</h2> +<h2><a id="chap10"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE GOLDEN PINCE-NEZ</h2> <p> When I look at the three massive manuscript volumes which contain our work @@ -11402,7 +11385,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap11"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING THREE-QUARTER</h2> +<h2><a id="chap11"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING THREE-QUARTER</h2> <p> We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street, but @@ -12551,7 +12534,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap12"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap12"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE</h2> <p> It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning, towards the end of the @@ -13678,7 +13661,7 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap13"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SECOND STAIN</h2> +<h2><a id="chap13"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SECOND STAIN</h2> <p> I had intended “The Adventure of the Abbey Grange” to be the last of those @@ -15090,450 +15073,6 @@ THE END </div><!--end chapter--> -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RETURN OF SHERLOCK HOLMES ***</div> -<div style='text-align:left'> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will -be renamed. -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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The public has - already learned those particulars of the crime which came out in the - police investigation, but a good deal was suppressed upon that occasion, - since the case for the prosecution was so overwhelmingly strong that it - was not necessary to bring forward all the facts. Only now, at the end of - nearly ten years, am I allowed to supply those missing links which make up - the whole of that remarkable chain. The crime was of interest in itself, - but that interest was as nothing to me compared to the inconceivable - sequel, which afforded me the greatest shock and surprise of any event in - my adventurous life. Even now, after this long interval, I find myself - thrilling as I think of it, and feeling once more that sudden flood of - joy, amazement, and incredulity which utterly submerged my mind. Let me - say to that public, which has shown some interest in those glimpses which - I have occasionally given them of the thoughts and actions of a very - remarkable man, that they are not to blame me if I have not shared my - knowledge with them, for I should have considered it my first duty to do - so, had I not been barred by a positive prohibition from his own lips, - which was only withdrawn upon the third of last month. - </p> - <p> - It can be imagined that my close intimacy with Sherlock Holmes had - interested me deeply in crime, and that after his disappearance I never - failed to read with care the various problems which came before the - public. And I even attempted, more than once, for my own private - satisfaction, to employ his methods in their solution, though with - indifferent success. There was none, however, which appealed to me like - this tragedy of Ronald Adair. As I read the evidence at the inquest, which - led up to a verdict of willful murder against some person or persons - unknown, I realized more clearly than I had ever done the loss which the - community had sustained by the death of Sherlock Holmes. There were points - about this strange business which would, I was sure, have specially - appealed to him, and the efforts of the police would have been - supplemented, or more probably anticipated, by the trained observation and - the alert mind of the first criminal agent in Europe. All day, as I drove - upon my round, I turned over the case in my mind and found no explanation - which appeared to me to be adequate. At the risk of telling a twice-told - tale, I will recapitulate the facts as they were known to the public at - the conclusion of the inquest. - </p> - <p> - The Honourable Ronald Adair was the second son of the Earl of Maynooth, - at that time governor of one of the Australian colonies. Adair’s - mother had returned from Australia to undergo the operation for cataract, - and she, her son Ronald, and her daughter Hilda were living together at - 427, Park Lane. The youth moved in the best society—had, so far as - was known, no enemies and no particular vices. He had been engaged to - Miss Edith Woodley, of Carstairs, but the engagement had been broken off - by mutual consent some months before, and there was no sign that it had - left any very profound feeling behind it. For the rest, the man’s - life moved in a narrow and conventional circle, for his habits were quiet - and his nature unemotional. Yet it was upon this easy-going young - aristocrat that death came, in most strange and unexpected form, between - the hours of ten and eleven-twenty on the night of March 30, 1894. - </p> - <p> - Ronald Adair was fond of cards—playing continually, but never for - such stakes as would hurt him. He was a member of the Baldwin, the - Cavendish, and the Bagatelle card clubs. It was shown that, after dinner - on the day of his death, he had played a rubber of whist at the latter - club. He had also played there in the afternoon. The evidence of those who - had played with him—Mr. Murray, Sir John Hardy, and Colonel Moran—showed - that the game was whist, and that there was a fairly equal fall of the - cards. Adair might have lost five pounds, but not more. His fortune was a - considerable one, and such a loss could not in any way affect him. He had - played nearly every day at one club or other, but he was a cautious - player, and usually rose a winner. It came out in evidence that, in - partnership with Colonel Moran, he had actually won as much as four - hundred and twenty pounds in a sitting, some weeks before, from Godfrey - Milner and Lord Balmoral. So much for his recent history as it came out at - the inquest. - </p> - <p> - On the evening of the crime, he returned from the club exactly at ten. His - mother and sister were out spending the evening with a relation. The - servant deposed that she heard him enter the front room on the second - floor, generally used as his sitting-room. She had lit a fire there, and - as it smoked she had opened the window. No sound was heard from the room - until eleven-twenty, the hour of the return of Lady Maynooth and her - daughter. Desiring to say good-night, she attempted to enter her son’s - room. The door was locked on the inside, and no answer could be got to - their cries and knocking. Help was obtained, and the door forced. The - unfortunate young man was found lying near the table. His head had been - horribly mutilated by an expanding revolver bullet, but no weapon of any - sort was to be found in the room. On the table lay two banknotes for ten - pounds each and seventeen pounds ten in silver and gold, the money - arranged in little piles of varying amount. There were some figures also - upon a sheet of paper, with the names of some club friends opposite to - them, from which it was conjectured that before his death he was - endeavouring to make out his losses or winnings at cards. - </p> - <p> - A minute examination of the circumstances served only to make the case - more complex. In the first place, no reason could be given why the young - man should have fastened the door upon the inside. There was the - possibility that the murderer had done this, and had afterwards escaped by - the window. The drop was at least twenty feet, however, and a bed of - crocuses in full bloom lay beneath. Neither the flowers nor the earth - showed any sign of having been disturbed, nor were there any marks upon - the narrow strip of grass which separated the house from the road. - Apparently, therefore, it was the young man himself who had fastened the - door. But how did he come by his death? No one could have climbed up to - the window without leaving traces. Suppose a man had fired through the - window, he would indeed be a remarkable shot who could with a revolver - inflict so deadly a wound. Again, Park Lane is a frequented thoroughfare; - there is a cab stand within a hundred yards of the house. No one had heard - a shot. And yet there was the dead man and there the revolver bullet, - which had mushroomed out, as soft-nosed bullets will, and so inflicted a - wound which must have caused instantaneous death. Such were the - circumstances of the Park Lane Mystery, which were further complicated by - entire absence of motive, since, as I have said, young Adair was not known - to have any enemy, and no attempt had been made to remove the money or - valuables in the room. - </p> - <p> - All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit upon - some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least - resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of - every investigation. I confess that I made little progress. In the evening - I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o’clock at the - Oxford Street end of Park Lane. A group of loafers upon the pavements, all - staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had - come to see. A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly - suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory - of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said. I - got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be - absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust. As I did so I struck against - an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down - several books which he was carrying. I remember that as I picked them up, - I observed the title of one of them, <i>The Origin of Tree Worship</i>, and it - struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a - trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes. I endeavoured to - apologize for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I - had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of - their owner. With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw - his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng. - </p> - <p> - My observations of No. 427, Park Lane did little to clear up the problem in - which I was interested. The house was separated from the street by a low - wall and railing, the whole not more than five feet high. It was perfectly - easy, therefore, for anyone to get into the garden, but the window was - entirely inaccessible, since there was no waterpipe or anything which - could help the most active man to climb it. More puzzled than ever, I - retraced my steps to Kensington. I had not been in my study five minutes - when the maid entered to say that a person desired to see me. To my - astonishment it was none other than my strange old book collector, his - sharp, wizened face peering out from a frame of white hair, and his - precious volumes, a dozen of them at least, wedged under his right arm. - </p> - <p> - “You’re surprised to see me, sir,” said he, in a strange, croaking voice. - </p> - <p> - I acknowledged that I was. - </p> - <p> - “Well, I’ve a conscience, sir, and when I chanced to see you go into this - house, as I came hobbling after you, I thought to myself, I’ll just step - in and see that kind gentleman, and tell him that if I was a bit gruff in - my manner there was not any harm meant, and that I am much obliged to him - for picking up my books.” - </p> - <p> - “You make too much of a trifle,” said I. “May I ask how you knew who I - was?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, sir, if it isn’t too great a liberty, I am a neighbour of yours, - for you’ll find my little bookshop at the corner of Church Street, and - very happy to see you, I am sure. Maybe you collect yourself, sir. Here’s - <i>British Birds</i>, and <i>Catullus</i>, and <i>The Holy War</i>—a bargain, every one - of them. With five volumes you could just fill that gap on that second - shelf. It looks untidy, does it not, sir?” - </p> - <p> - I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again, - Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose - to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it - appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my - life. Certainly a grey mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I - found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my - lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand. - </p> - <p> - “My dear Watson,” said the well-remembered voice, “I owe you a thousand - apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.” - </p> - <p> - I gripped him by the arms. - </p> - <p> - “Holmes!” I cried. “Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive? - Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?” - </p> - <p> - “Wait a moment,” said he. “Are you sure that you are really fit to discuss - things? I have given you a serious shock by my unnecessarily dramatic - reappearance.” - </p> - <p> - “I am all right, but indeed, Holmes, I can hardly believe my eyes. Good - heavens! to think that you—you of all men—should be standing - in my study.” Again I gripped him by the sleeve, and felt the thin, sinewy - arm beneath it. “Well, you’re not a spirit anyhow,” said I. “My dear chap, - I’m overjoyed to see you. Sit down, and tell me how you came alive out of - that dreadful chasm.” - </p> - <p> - He sat opposite to me, and lit a cigarette in his old, nonchalant manner. - He was dressed in the seedy frockcoat of the book merchant, but the rest - of that individual lay in a pile of white hair and old books upon the - table. Holmes looked even thinner and keener than of old, but there was a - dead-white tinge in his aquiline face which told me that his life recently - had not been a healthy one. - </p> - <p> - “I am glad to stretch myself, Watson,” said he. “It is no joke when a tall - man has to take a foot off his stature for several hours on end. Now, my - dear fellow, in the matter of these explanations, we have, if I may ask - for your cooperation, a hard and dangerous night’s work in front of us. - Perhaps it would be better if I gave you an account of the whole situation - when that work is finished.” - </p> - <p> - “I am full of curiosity. I should much prefer to hear now.” - </p> - <p> - “You’ll come with me to-night?” - </p> - <p> - “When you like and where you like.” - </p> - <p> - “This is, indeed, like the old days. We shall have time for a mouthful of - dinner before we need go. Well, then, about that chasm. I had no serious - difficulty in getting out of it, for the very simple reason that I never - was in it.” - </p> - <p> - “You never were in it?” - </p> - <p> - “No, Watson, I never was in it. My note to you was absolutely genuine. I - had little doubt that I had come to the end of my career when I perceived - the somewhat sinister figure of the late Professor Moriarty standing upon - the narrow pathway which led to safety. I read an inexorable purpose in - his grey eyes. I exchanged some remarks with him, therefore, and obtained - his courteous permission to write the short note which you afterwards - received. I left it with my cigarette-box and my stick, and I walked along - the pathway, Moriarty still at my heels. When I reached the end I stood at - bay. He drew no weapon, but he rushed at me and threw his long arms around - me. He knew that his own game was up, and was only anxious to revenge - himself upon me. We tottered together upon the brink of the fall. I have - some knowledge, however, of baritsu, or the Japanese system of wrestling, - which has more than once been very useful to me. I slipped through his - grip, and he with a horrible scream kicked madly for a few seconds, and - clawed the air with both his hands. But for all his efforts he could not - get his balance, and over he went. With my face over the brink, I saw him - fall for a long way. Then he struck a rock, bounded off, and splashed into - the water.” - </p> - <p> - I listened with amazement to this explanation, which Holmes delivered - between the puffs of his cigarette. - </p> - <p> - “But the tracks!” I cried. “I saw, with my own eyes, that two went down - the path and none returned.” - </p> - <p> - “It came about in this way. The instant that the Professor had - disappeared, it struck me what a really extraordinarily lucky chance Fate - had placed in my way. I knew that Moriarty was not the only man who had - sworn my death. There were at least three others whose desire for - vengeance upon me would only be increased by the death of their leader. - They were all most dangerous men. One or other would certainly get me. On - the other hand, if all the world was convinced that I was dead they would - take liberties, these men, they would soon lay themselves open, and sooner - or later I could destroy them. Then it would be time for me to announce - that I was still in the land of the living. So rapidly does the brain act - that I believe I had thought this all out before Professor Moriarty had - reached the bottom of the Reichenbach Fall. - </p> - <p> - “I stood up and examined the rocky wall behind me. In your picturesque - account of the matter, which I read with great interest some months later, - you assert that the wall was sheer. That was not literally true. A few - small footholds presented themselves, and there was some indication of a - ledge. The cliff is so high that to climb it all was an obvious - impossibility, and it was equally impossible to make my way along the wet - path without leaving some tracks. I might, it is true, have reversed my - boots, as I have done on similar occasions, but the sight of three sets of - tracks in one direction would certainly have suggested a deception. On the - whole, then, it was best that I should risk the climb. It was not a - pleasant business, Watson. The fall roared beneath me. I am not a fanciful - person, but I give you my word that I seemed to hear Moriarty’s voice - screaming at me out of the abyss. A mistake would have been fatal. More - than once, as tufts of grass came out in my hand or my foot slipped in the - wet notches of the rock, I thought that I was gone. But I struggled - upward, and at last I reached a ledge several feet deep and covered with - soft green moss, where I could lie unseen, in the most perfect comfort. - There I was stretched, when you, my dear Watson, and all your following - were investigating in the most sympathetic and inefficient manner the - circumstances of my death. - </p> - <p> - “At last, when you had all formed your inevitable and totally erroneous - conclusions, you departed for the hotel, and I was left alone. I had - imagined that I had reached the end of my adventures, but a very - unexpected occurrence showed me that there were surprises still in store - for me. A huge rock, falling from above, boomed past me, struck the path, - and bounded over into the chasm. For an instant I thought that it was an - accident, but a moment later, looking up, I saw a man’s head against the - darkening sky, and another stone struck the very ledge upon which I was - stretched, within a foot of my head. Of course, the meaning of this was - obvious. Moriarty had not been alone. A confederate—and even that - one glance had told me how dangerous a man that confederate was—had - kept guard while the Professor had attacked me. From a distance, unseen by - me, he had been a witness of his friend’s death and of my escape. He had - waited, and then making his way round to the top of the cliff, he had - endeavoured to succeed where his comrade had failed. - </p> - <p> - “I did not take long to think about it, Watson. Again I saw that grim face - look over the cliff, and I knew that it was the precursor of another - stone. I scrambled down on to the path. I don’t think I could have done it - in cold blood. It was a hundred times more difficult than getting up. But - I had no time to think of the danger, for another stone sang past me as I - hung by my hands from the edge of the ledge. Halfway down I slipped, but, - by the blessing of God, I landed, torn and bleeding, upon the path. I took - to my heels, did ten miles over the mountains in the darkness, and a week - later I found myself in Florence, with the certainty that no one in the - world knew what had become of me. - </p> - <p> - “I had only one confidant—my brother Mycroft. I owe you many - apologies, my dear Watson, but it was all-important that it should be - thought I was dead, and it is quite certain that you would not have - written so convincing an account of my unhappy end had you not yourself - thought that it was true. Several times during the last three years I have - taken up my pen to write to you, but always I feared lest your - affectionate regard for me should tempt you to some indiscretion which - would betray my secret. For that reason I turned away from you this - evening when you upset my books, for I was in danger at the time, and any - show of surprise and emotion upon your part might have drawn attention to - my identity and led to the most deplorable and irreparable results. As to - Mycroft, I had to confide in him in order to obtain the money which I - needed. The course of events in London did not run so well as I had hoped, - for the trial of the Moriarty gang left two of its most dangerous members, - my own most vindictive enemies, at liberty. I travelled for two years in - Tibet, therefore, and amused myself by visiting Lhassa, and spending some - days with the head lama. You may have read of the remarkable explorations - of a Norwegian named Sigerson, but I am sure that it never occurred to you - that you were receiving news of your friend. I then passed through Persia, - looked in at Mecca, and paid a short but interesting visit to the Khalifa - at Khartoum the results of which I have communicated to the Foreign - Office. Returning to France, I spent some months in a research into the - coal-tar derivatives, which I conducted in a laboratory at Montpellier, in - the south of France. Having concluded this to my satisfaction and learning - that only one of my enemies was now left in London, I was about to return - when my movements were hastened by the news of this very remarkable Park - Lane Mystery, which not only appealed to me by its own merits, but which - seemed to offer some most peculiar personal opportunities. I came over at - once to London, called in my own person at Baker Street, threw Mrs. Hudson - into violent hysterics, and found that Mycroft had preserved my rooms and - my papers exactly as they had always been. So it was, my dear Watson, that - at two o’clock to-day I found myself in my old armchair in my own old - room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the - other chair which he has so often adorned.” - </p> - <p> - Such was the remarkable narrative to which I listened on that April - evening—a narrative which would have been utterly incredible to me - had it not been confirmed by the actual sight of the tall, spare figure - and the keen, eager face, which I had never thought to see again. In some - manner he had learned of my own sad bereavement, and his sympathy was - shown in his manner rather than in his words. “Work is the best antidote - to sorrow, my dear Watson,” said he; “and I have a piece of work for us - both to-night which, if we can bring it to a successful conclusion, will - in itself justify a man’s life on this planet.” In vain I begged him to - tell me more. “You will hear and see enough before morning,” he answered. - “We have three years of the past to discuss. Let that suffice until - half-past nine, when we start upon the notable adventure of the empty - house.” - </p> - <p> - It was indeed like old times when, at that hour, I found myself seated - beside him in a hansom, my revolver in my pocket, and the thrill of - adventure in my heart. Holmes was cold and stern and silent. As the gleam - of the street-lamps flashed upon his austere features, I saw that his - brows were drawn down in thought and his thin lips compressed. I knew not - what wild beast we were about to hunt down in the dark jungle of criminal - London, but I was well assured, from the bearing of this master huntsman, - that the adventure was a most grave one—while the sardonic smile - which occasionally broke through his ascetic gloom boded little good for - the object of our quest. - </p> - <p> - I had imagined that we were bound for Baker Street, but Holmes stopped the - cab at the corner of Cavendish Square. I observed that as he stepped out - he gave a most searching glance to right and left, and at every subsequent - street corner he took the utmost pains to assure that he was not followed. - Our route was certainly a singular one. Holmes’s knowledge of the byways - of London was extraordinary, and on this occasion he passed rapidly and - with an assured step through a network of mews and stables, the very - existence of which I had never known. We emerged at last into a small - road, lined with old, gloomy houses, which led us into Manchester Street, - and so to Blandford Street. Here he turned swiftly down a narrow passage, - passed through a wooden gate into a deserted yard, and then opened with a - key the back door of a house. We entered together, and he closed it behind - us. - </p> - <p> - The place was pitch dark, but it was evident to me that it was an empty - house. Our feet creaked and crackled over the bare planking, and my - outstretched hand touched a wall from which the paper was hanging in - ribbons. Holmes’s cold, thin fingers closed round my wrist and led me - forward down a long hall, until I dimly saw the murky fanlight over the - door. Here Holmes turned suddenly to the right and we found ourselves in a - large, square, empty room, heavily shadowed in the corners, but faintly - lit in the centre from the lights of the street beyond. There was no lamp - near, and the window was thick with dust, so that we could only just - discern each other’s figures within. My companion put his hand upon my - shoulder and his lips close to my ear. - </p> - <p> - “Do you know where we are?” he whispered. - </p> - <p> - “Surely that is Baker Street,” I answered, staring through the dim window. - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. We are in Camden House, which stands opposite to our own old - quarters.” - </p> - <p> - “But why are we here?” - </p> - <p> - “Because it commands so excellent a view of that picturesque pile. Might I - trouble you, my dear Watson, to draw a little nearer to the window, taking - every precaution not to show yourself, and then to look up at our old - rooms—the starting-point of so many of your little fairy-tales? We - will see if my three years of absence have entirely taken away my power to - surprise you.” - </p> - <p> - I crept forward and looked across at the familiar window. As my eyes fell - upon it, I gave a gasp and a cry of amazement. The blind was down, and a - strong light was burning in the room. The shadow of a man who was seated - in a chair within was thrown in hard, black outline upon the luminous - screen of the window. There was no mistaking the poise of the head, the - squareness of the shoulders, the sharpness of the features. The face was - turned half-round, and the effect was that of one of those black - silhouettes which our grandparents loved to frame. It was a perfect - reproduction of Holmes. So amazed was I that I threw out my hand to make - sure that the man himself was standing beside me. He was quivering with - silent laughter. - </p> - <p> - “Well?” said he. - </p> - <p> - “Good heavens!” I cried. “It is marvellous.” - </p> - <p> - “I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety,” - said he, and I recognized in his voice the joy and pride which the artist - takes in his own creation. “It really is rather like me, is it not?” - </p> - <p> - “I should be prepared to swear that it was you.” - </p> - <p> - “The credit of the execution is due to Monsieur Oscar Meunier, of - Grenoble, who spent some days in doing the moulding. It is a bust in wax. - The rest I arranged myself during my visit to Baker Street this - afternoon.” - </p> - <p> - “But why?” - </p> - <p> - “Because, my dear Watson, I had the strongest possible reason for wishing - certain people to think that I was there when I was really elsewhere.” - </p> - <p> - “And you thought the rooms were watched?” - </p> - <p> - “I <i>knew</i> that they were watched.” - </p> - <p> - “By whom?” - </p> - <p> - “By my old enemies, Watson. By the charming society whose leader lies in - the Reichenbach Fall. You must remember that they knew, and only they - knew, that I was still alive. Sooner or later they believed that I should - come back to my rooms. They watched them continuously, and this morning - they saw me arrive.” - </p> - <p> - “How do you know?” - </p> - <p> - “Because I recognized their sentinel when I glanced out of my window. He - is a harmless enough fellow, Parker by name, a garroter by trade, and a - remarkable performer upon the jew’s-harp. I cared nothing for him. But I - cared a great deal for the much more formidable person who was behind him, - the bosom friend of Moriarty, the man who dropped the rocks over the - cliff, the most cunning and dangerous criminal in London. That is the man - who is after me to-night Watson, and that is the man who is quite unaware - that we are after <i>him</i>.” - </p> - <p> - My friend’s plans were gradually revealing themselves. From this - convenient retreat, the watchers were being watched and the trackers - tracked. That angular shadow up yonder was the bait, and we were the - hunters. In silence we stood together in the darkness and watched the - hurrying figures who passed and repassed in front of us. Holmes was silent - and motionless; but I could tell that he was keenly alert, and that his - eyes were fixed intently upon the stream of passers-by. It was a bleak and - boisterous night and the wind whistled shrilly down the long street. Many - people were moving to and fro, most of them muffled in their coats and - cravats. Once or twice it seemed to me that I had seen the same figure - before, and I especially noticed two men who appeared to be sheltering - themselves from the wind in the doorway of a house some distance up the - street. I tried to draw my companion’s attention to them; but he gave a - little ejaculation of impatience, and continued to stare into the street. - More than once he fidgeted with his feet and tapped rapidly with his - fingers upon the wall. It was evident to me that he was becoming uneasy, - and that his plans were not working out altogether as he had hoped. At - last, as midnight approached and the street gradually cleared, he paced up - and down the room in uncontrollable agitation. I was about to make some - remark to him, when I raised my eyes to the lighted window, and again - experienced almost as great a surprise as before. I clutched Holmes’s arm, - and pointed upward. - </p> - <p> - “The shadow has moved!” I cried. - </p> - <p> - It was indeed no longer the profile, but the back, which was turned - towards us. - </p> - <p> - Three years had certainly not smoothed the asperities of his temper or his - impatience with a less active intelligence than his own. - </p> - <p> - “Of course it has moved,” said he. “Am I such a farcical bungler, Watson, - that I should erect an obvious dummy, and expect that some of the sharpest - men in Europe would be deceived by it? We have been in this room two - hours, and Mrs. Hudson has made some change in that figure eight times, or - once in every quarter of an hour. She works it from the front, so that her - shadow may never be seen. Ah!” He drew in his breath with a shrill, - excited intake. In the dim light I saw his head thrown forward, his whole - attitude rigid with attention. Outside the street was absolutely deserted. - Those two men might still be crouching in the doorway, but I could no - longer see them. All was still and dark, save only that brilliant yellow - screen in front of us with the black figure outlined upon its centre. - Again in the utter silence I heard that thin, sibilant note which spoke of - intense suppressed excitement. An instant later he pulled me back into the - blackest corner of the room, and I felt his warning hand upon my lips. The - fingers which clutched me were quivering. Never had I known my friend more - moved, and yet the dark street still stretched lonely and motionless - before us. - </p> - <p> - But suddenly I was aware of that which his keener senses had already - distinguished. A low, stealthy sound came to my ears, not from the - direction of Baker Street, but from the back of the very house in which we - lay concealed. A door opened and shut. An instant later steps crept down - the passage—steps which were meant to be silent, but which - reverberated harshly through the empty house. Holmes crouched back against - the wall, and I did the same, my hand closing upon the handle of my - revolver. Peering through the gloom, I saw the vague outline of a man, a - shade blacker than the blackness of the open door. He stood for an - instant, and then he crept forward, crouching, menacing, into the room. He - was within three yards of us, this sinister figure, and I had braced - myself to meet his spring, before I realized that he had no idea of our - presence. He passed close beside us, stole over to the window, and very - softly and noiselessly raised it for half a foot. As he sank to the level - of this opening, the light of the street, no longer dimmed by the dusty - glass, fell full upon his face. The man seemed to be beside himself with - excitement. His two eyes shone like stars, and his features were working - convulsively. He was an elderly man, with a thin, projecting nose, a high, - bald forehead, and a huge grizzled moustache. An opera hat was pushed to - the back of his head, and an evening dress shirt-front gleamed out through - his open overcoat. His face was gaunt and swarthy, scored with deep, - savage lines. In his hand he carried what appeared to be a stick, but as - he laid it down upon the floor it gave a metallic clang. Then from the - pocket of his overcoat he drew a bulky object, and he busied himself in - some task which ended with a loud, sharp click, as if a spring or bolt had - fallen into its place. Still kneeling upon the floor he bent forward and - threw all his weight and strength upon some lever, with the result that - there came a long, whirling, grinding noise, ending once more in a - powerful click. He straightened himself then, and I saw that what he held - in his hand was a sort of gun, with a curiously misshapen butt. He opened - it at the breech, put something in, and snapped the breech-lock. Then, - crouching down, he rested the end of the barrel upon the ledge of the open - window, and I saw his long moustache droop over the stock and his eye - gleam as it peered along the sights. I heard a little sigh of satisfaction - as he cuddled the butt into his shoulder; and saw that amazing target, the - black man on the yellow ground, standing clear at the end of his - foresight. For an instant he was rigid and motionless. Then his finger - tightened on the trigger. There was a strange, loud whiz and a long, - silvery tinkle of broken glass. At that instant Holmes sprang like a tiger - on to the marksman’s back, and hurled him flat upon his face. He was up - again in a moment, and with convulsive strength he seized Holmes by the - throat, but I struck him on the head with the butt of my revolver, and he - dropped again upon the floor. I fell upon him, and as I held him my - comrade blew a shrill call upon a whistle. There was the clatter of - running feet upon the pavement, and two policemen in uniform, with one - plain-clothes detective, rushed through the front entrance and into the - room. - </p> - <p> - “That you, Lestrade?” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, Mr. Holmes. I took the job myself. It’s good to see you back in - London, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “I think you want a little unofficial help. Three undetected murders in - one year won’t do, Lestrade. But you handled the Molesey Mystery with less - than your usual—that’s to say, you handled it fairly well.” - </p> - <p> - We had all risen to our feet, our prisoner breathing hard, with a stalwart - constable on each side of him. Already a few loiterers had begun to - collect in the street. Holmes stepped up to the window, closed it, and - dropped the blinds. Lestrade had produced two candles, and the policemen - had uncovered their lanterns. I was able at last to have a good look at - our prisoner. - </p> - <p> - It was a tremendously virile and yet sinister face which was turned - towards us. With the brow of a philosopher above and the jaw of a - sensualist below, the man must have started with great capacities for good - or for evil. But one could not look upon his cruel blue eyes, with their - drooping, cynical lids, or upon the fierce, aggressive nose and the - threatening, deep-lined brow, without reading Nature’s plainest - danger-signals. He took no heed of any of us, but his eyes were fixed upon - Holmes’s face with an expression in which hatred and amazement were - equally blended. “You fiend!” he kept on muttering. “You clever, clever - fiend!” - </p> - <p> - “Ah, Colonel!” said Holmes, arranging his rumpled collar. “‘Journeys end - in lovers’ meetings,’ as the old play says. I don’t think I have had the - pleasure of seeing you since you favoured me with those attentions as I - lay on the ledge above the Reichenbach Fall.” - </p> - <p> - The colonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance. “You - cunning, cunning fiend!” was all that he could say. - </p> - <p> - “I have not introduced you yet,” said Holmes. “This, gentlemen, is Colonel - Sebastian Moran, once of Her Majesty’s Indian Army, and the best - heavy-game shot that our Eastern Empire has ever produced. I believe I am - correct Colonel, in saying that your bag of tigers still remains - unrivalled?” - </p> - <p> - The fierce old man said nothing, but still glared at my companion. With - his savage eyes and bristling moustache he was wonderfully like a tiger - himself. - </p> - <p> - “I wonder that my very simple stratagem could deceive so old a <i>shikari</i>,” - said Holmes. “It must be very familiar to you. Have you not tethered a - young kid under a tree, lain above it with your rifle, and waited for the - bait to bring up your tiger? This empty house is my tree, and you are my - tiger. You have possibly had other guns in reserve in case there should be - several tigers, or in the unlikely supposition of your own aim failing - you. These,” he pointed around, “are my other guns. The parallel is - exact.” - </p> - <p> - Colonel Moran sprang forward with a snarl of rage, but the constables - dragged him back. The fury upon his face was terrible to look at. - </p> - <p> - “I confess that you had one small surprise for me,” said Holmes. “I did - not anticipate that you would yourself make use of this empty house and - this convenient front window. I had imagined you as operating from the - street, where my friend, Lestrade and his merry men were awaiting you. - With that exception, all has gone as I expected.” - </p> - <p> - Colonel Moran turned to the official detective. - </p> - <p> - “You may or may not have just cause for arresting me,” said he, “but at - least there can be no reason why I should submit to the gibes of this - person. If I am in the hands of the law, let things be done in a legal - way.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, that’s reasonable enough,” said Lestrade. “Nothing further you have - to say, Mr. Holmes, before we go?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes had picked up the powerful air-gun from the floor, and was - examining its mechanism. - </p> - <p> - “An admirable and unique weapon,” said he, “noiseless and of tremendous - power: I knew Von Herder, the blind German mechanic, who constructed it to - the order of the late Professor Moriarty. For years I have been aware of - its existence though I have never before had the opportunity of handling - it. I commend it very specially to your attention, Lestrade and also the - bullets which fit it.” - </p> - <p> - “You can trust us to look after that, Mr. Holmes,” said Lestrade, as the - whole party moved towards the door. “Anything further to say?” - </p> - <p> - “Only to ask what charge you intend to prefer?” - </p> - <p> - “What charge, sir? Why, of course, the attempted murder of Mr. Sherlock - Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “Not so, Lestrade. I do not propose to appear in the matter at all. To - you, and to you only, belongs the credit of the remarkable arrest which - you have effected. Yes, Lestrade, I congratulate you! With your usual - happy mixture of cunning and audacity, you have got him.” - </p> - <p> - “Got him! Got whom, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “The man that the whole force has been seeking in vain—Colonel - Sebastian Moran, who shot the Honourable Ronald Adair with an expanding - bullet from an air-gun through the open window of the second-floor front - of No. 427, Park Lane, upon the thirtieth of last month. That’s the charge, - Lestrade. And now, Watson, if you can endure the draught from a broken - window, I think that half an hour in my study over a cigar may afford you - some profitable amusement.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - Our old chambers had been left unchanged through the supervision of - Mycroft Holmes and the immediate care of Mrs. Hudson. As I entered I saw, - it is true, an unwonted tidiness, but the old landmarks were all in their - place. There were the chemical corner and the acid-stained, deal-topped - table. There upon a shelf was the row of formidable scrap-books and books - of reference which many of our fellow-citizens would have been so glad to - burn. The diagrams, the violin-case, and the pipe-rack—even the - Persian slipper which contained the tobacco—all met my eyes as I - glanced round me. There were two occupants of the room—one, Mrs. - Hudson, who beamed upon us both as we entered—the other, the strange - dummy which had played so important a part in the evening’s adventures. It - was a wax-coloured model of my friend, so admirably done that it was a - perfect facsimile. It stood on a small pedestal table with an old - dressing-gown of Holmes’s so draped round it that the illusion from the - street was absolutely perfect. - </p> - <p> - “I hope you observed all precautions, Mrs. Hudson?” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “I went to it on my knees, sir, just as you told me.” - </p> - <p> - “Excellent. You carried the thing out very well. Did you observe where the - bullet went?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir. I’m afraid it has spoilt your beautiful bust, for it passed - right through the head and flattened itself on the wall. I picked it up - from the carpet. Here it is!” - </p> - <p> - Holmes held it out to me. “A soft revolver bullet, as you perceive, - Watson. There’s genius in that, for who would expect to find such a thing - fired from an airgun? All right, Mrs. Hudson. I am much obliged for your - assistance. And now, Watson, let me see you in your old seat once more, - for there are several points which I should like to discuss with you.” - </p> - <p> - He had thrown off the seedy frockcoat, and now he was the Holmes of old in - the mouse-coloured dressing-gown which he took from his effigy. - </p> - <p> - “The old <i>shikari’s</i> nerves have not lost their steadiness, nor his eyes - their keenness,” said he, with a laugh, as he inspected the shattered - forehead of his bust. - </p> - <p> - “Plumb in the middle of the back of the head and smack through the brain. - He was the best shot in India, and I expect that there are few better in - London. Have you heard the name?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I have not.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, well, such is fame! But, then, if I remember right, you had not - heard the name of Professor James Moriarty, who had one of the great - brains of the century. Just give me down my index of biographies from the - shelf.” - </p> - <p> - He turned over the pages lazily, leaning back in his chair and blowing - great clouds from his cigar. - </p> - <p> - “My collection of M’s is a fine one,” said he. “Moriarty himself is enough - to make any letter illustrious, and here is Morgan the poisoner, and - Merridew of abominable memory, and Mathews, who knocked out my left canine - in the waiting-room at Charing Cross, and, finally, here is our friend of - to-night.” - </p> - <p> - He handed over the book, and I read: - </p> - <p> - <i>Moran</i>, <i>Sebastian</i>, <i>Colonel</i>. Unemployed. Formerly 1st Bangalore Pioneers. - Born London, 1840. Son of Sir Augustus Moran, C.B., once British Minister - to Persia. Educated Eton and Oxford. Served in Jowaki Campaign, Afghan - Campaign, Charasiab (despatches), Sherpur, and Cabul. Author of <i>Heavy Game - of the Western Himalayas</i> (1881); <i>Three Months in the Jungle</i> (1884). - Address: Conduit Street. Clubs: The Anglo-Indian, the Tankerville, the - Bagatelle Card Club. - </p> - <p> - On the margin was written, in Holmes’s precise hand: - </p> - <p> - The second most dangerous man in London. - </p> - <p> - “This is astonishing,” said I, as I handed back the volume. “The man’s - career is that of an honourable soldier.” - </p> - <p> - “It is true,” Holmes answered. “Up to a certain point he did well. He was - always a man of iron nerve, and the story is still told in India how he - crawled down a drain after a wounded man-eating tiger. There are some - trees, Watson, which grow to a certain height, and then suddenly develop - some unsightly eccentricity. You will see it often in humans. I have a - theory that the individual represents in his development the whole - procession of his ancestors, and that such a sudden turn to good or evil - stands for some strong influence which came into the line of his pedigree. - The person becomes, as it were, the epitome of the history of his own - family.” - </p> - <p> - “It is surely rather fanciful.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I don’t insist upon it. Whatever the cause, Colonel Moran began to - go wrong. Without any open scandal, he still made India too hot to hold - him. He retired, came to London, and again acquired an evil name. It was - at this time that he was sought out by Professor Moriarty, to whom for a - time he was chief of the staff. Moriarty supplied him liberally with - money, and used him only in one or two very high-class jobs, which no - ordinary criminal could have undertaken. You may have some recollection of - the death of Mrs. Stewart, of Lauder, in 1887. Not? Well, I am sure Moran - was at the bottom of it, but nothing could be proved. So cleverly was the - colonel concealed that, even when the Moriarty gang was broken up, we - could not incriminate him. You remember at that date, when I called upon - you in your rooms, how I put up the shutters for fear of air-guns? No - doubt you thought me fanciful. I knew exactly what I was doing, for I knew - of the existence of this remarkable gun, and I knew also that one of the - best shots in the world would be behind it. When we were in Switzerland he - followed us with Moriarty, and it was undoubtedly he who gave me that evil - five minutes on the Reichenbach ledge. - </p> - <p> - “You may think that I read the papers with some attention during my - sojourn in France, on the look-out for any chance of laying him by the - heels. So long as he was free in London, my life would really not have - been worth living. Night and day the shadow would have been over me, and - sooner or later his chance must have come. What could I do? I could not - shoot him at sight, or I should myself be in the dock. There was no use - appealing to a magistrate. They cannot interfere on the strength of what - would appear to them to be a wild suspicion. So I could do nothing. But I - watched the criminal news, knowing that sooner or later I should get him. - Then came the death of this Ronald Adair. My chance had come at last. - Knowing what I did, was it not certain that Colonel Moran had done it? He - had played cards with the lad, he had followed him home from the club, he - had shot him through the open window. There was not a doubt of it. The - bullets alone are enough to put his head in a noose. I came over at once. - I was seen by the sentinel, who would, I knew, direct the colonel’s - attention to my presence. He could not fail to connect my sudden return - with his crime, and to be terribly alarmed. I was sure that he would make - an attempt to get me out of the way <i>at once</i>, and would bring round his - murderous weapon for that purpose. I left him an excellent mark in the - window, and, having warned the police that they might be needed—by - the way, Watson, you spotted their presence in that doorway with unerring - accuracy—I took up what seemed to me to be a judicious post for - observation, never dreaming that he would choose the same spot for his - attack. Now, my dear Watson, does anything remain for me to explain?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes,” said I. “You have not made it clear what was Colonel Moran’s motive - in murdering the Honourable Ronald Adair?” - </p> - <p> - “Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where - the most logical mind may be at fault. Each may form his own hypothesis - upon the present evidence, and yours is as likely to be correct as mine.” - </p> - <p> - “You have formed one, then?” - </p> - <p> - “I think that it is not difficult to explain the facts. It came out in - evidence that Colonel Moran and young Adair had, between them, won a - considerable amount of money. Now, Moran undoubtedly played foul—of - that I have long been aware. I believe that on the day of the murder Adair - had discovered that Moran was cheating. Very likely he had spoken to him - privately, and had threatened to expose him unless he voluntarily resigned - his membership of the club, and promised not to play cards again. It is - unlikely that a youngster like Adair would at once make a hideous scandal - by exposing a well-known man so much older than himself. Probably he acted - as I suggest. The exclusion from his clubs would mean ruin to Moran, who - lived by his ill-gotten card-gains. He therefore murdered Adair, who at - the time was endeavouring to work out how much money he should himself - return, since he could not profit by his partner’s foul play. He locked - the door lest the ladies should surprise him and insist upon knowing what - he was doing with these names and coins. Will it pass?” - </p> - <p> - “I have no doubt that you have hit upon the truth.” - </p> - <p> - “It will be verified or disproved at the trial. Meanwhile, come what may, - Colonel Moran will trouble us no more. The famous air-gun of Von Herder - will embellish the Scotland Yard Museum, and once again Mr. Sherlock - Holmes is free to devote his life to examining those interesting little - problems which the complex life of London so plentifully presents.” - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap02"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER</h2> - - <p> - “From the point of view of the criminal expert,” said Mr. Sherlock Holmes, - “London has become a singularly uninteresting city since the death of the - late lamented Professor Moriarty.” - </p> - <p> - “I can hardly think that you would find many decent citizens to agree with - you,” I answered. - </p> - <p> - “Well, well, I must not be selfish,” said he, with a smile, as he pushed - back his chair from the breakfast-table. “The community is certainly the - gainer, and no one the loser, save the poor out-of-work specialist, whose - occupation has gone. With that man in the field, one’s morning paper - presented infinite possibilities. Often it was only the smallest trace, - Watson, the faintest indication, and yet it was enough to tell me that the - great malignant brain was there, as the gentlest tremors of the edges of - the web remind one of the foul spider which lurks in the centre. Petty - thefts, wanton assaults, purposeless outrage—to the man who held the - clue all could be worked into one connected whole. To the scientific - student of the higher criminal world, no capital in Europe offered the - advantages which London then possessed. But now——” He shrugged - his shoulders in humorous deprecation of the state of things which he had - himself done so much to produce. - </p> - <p> - At the time of which I speak, Holmes had been back for some months, and I - at his request had sold my practice and returned to share the old quarters - in Baker Street. A young doctor, named Verner, had purchased my small - Kensington practice, and given with astonishingly little demur the highest - price that I ventured to ask—an incident which only explained itself - some years later, when I found that Verner was a distant relation of - Holmes, and that it was my friend who had really found the money. - </p> - <p> - Our months of partnership had not been so uneventful as he had stated, for - I find, on looking over my notes, that this period includes the case of - the papers of ex-President Murillo, and also the shocking affair of the - Dutch steamship <i>Friesland</i>, which so nearly cost us both our lives. His - cold and proud nature was always averse, however, from anything in the - shape of public applause, and he bound me in the most stringent terms to - say no further word of himself, his methods, or his successes—a - prohibition which, as I have explained, has only now been removed. - </p> - <p> - Mr. Sherlock Holmes was leaning back in his chair after his whimsical - protest, and was unfolding his morning paper in a leisurely fashion, when - our attention was arrested by a tremendous ring at the bell, followed - immediately by a hollow drumming sound, as if someone were beating on the - outer door with his fist. As it opened there came a tumultuous rush into - the hall, rapid feet clattered up the stair, and an instant later a - wild-eyed and frantic young man, pale, disheveled, and palpitating, burst - into the room. He looked from one to the other of us, and under our gaze - of inquiry he became conscious that some apology was needed for this - unceremonious entry. - </p> - <p> - “I’m sorry, Mr. Holmes,” he cried. “You mustn’t blame me. I am nearly mad. - Mr. Holmes, I am the unhappy John Hector McFarlane.” - </p> - <p> - He made the announcement as if the name alone would explain both his visit - and its manner, but I could see, by my companion’s unresponsive face, that - it meant no more to him than to me. - </p> - <p> - “Have a cigarette, Mr. McFarlane,” said he, pushing his case across. “I am - sure that, with your symptoms, my friend Dr. Watson here would prescribe a - sedative. The weather has been so very warm these last few days. Now, if - you feel a little more composed, I should be glad if you would sit down in - that chair, and tell us very slowly and quietly who you are, and what it - is that you want. You mentioned your name, as if I should recognize it, - but I assure you that, beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a - solicitor, a Freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about - you.” - </p> - <p> - Familiar as I was with my friend’s methods, it was not difficult for me to - follow his deductions, and to observe the untidiness of attire, the sheaf - of legal papers, the watch-charm, and the breathing which had prompted - them. Our client, however, stared in amazement. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I am all that, Mr. Holmes; and, in addition, I am the most - unfortunate man at this moment in London. For heaven’s sake, don’t abandon - me, Mr. Holmes! If they come to arrest me before I have finished my story, - make them give me time, so that I may tell you the whole truth. I could go - to jail happy if I knew that you were working for me outside.” - </p> - <p> - “Arrest you!” said Holmes. “This is really most grati—most - interesting. On what charge do you expect to be arrested?” - </p> - <p> - “Upon the charge of murdering Mr. Jonas Oldacre, of Lower Norwood.” - </p> - <p> - My companion’s expressive face showed a sympathy which was not, I am - afraid, entirely unmixed with satisfaction. - </p> - <p> - “Dear me,” said he, “it was only this moment at breakfast that I was - saying to my friend, Dr. Watson, that sensational cases had disappeared - out of our papers.” - </p> - <p> - Our visitor stretched forward a quivering hand and picked up the <i>Daily - Telegraph</i>, which still lay upon Holmes’s knee. - </p> - <p> - “If you had looked at it, sir, you would have seen at a glance what the - errand is on which I have come to you this morning. I feel as if my name - and my misfortune must be in every man’s mouth.” He turned it over to - expose the central page. “Here it is, and with your permission I will read - it to you. Listen to this, Mr. Holmes. The headlines are: ‘Mysterious - Affair at Lower Norwood. Disappearance of a Well-known Builder. Suspicion - of Murder and Arson. A Clue to the Criminal.’ That is the clue which they - are already following, Mr. Holmes, and I know that it leads infallibly to - me. I have been followed from London Bridge Station, and I am sure that - they are only waiting for the warrant to arrest me. It will break my - mother’s heart—it will break her heart!” He wrung his hands in an - agony of apprehension, and swayed backward and forward in his chair. - </p> - <p> - I looked with interest upon this man, who was accused of being the - perpetrator of a crime of violence. He was flaxen-haired and handsome, in - a washed-out negative fashion, with frightened blue eyes, and a - clean-shaven face, with a weak, sensitive mouth. His age may have been - about twenty-seven, his dress and bearing that of a gentleman. From the - pocket of his light summer overcoat protruded the bundle of indorsed - papers which proclaimed his profession. - </p> - <p> - “We must use what time we have,” said Holmes. “Watson, would you have the - kindness to take the paper and to read the paragraph in question?” - </p> - <p> - Underneath the vigorous headlines which our client had quoted, I read the - following suggestive narrative: - </p> - <p class="letter"> - “Late last night, or early this morning, an incident occurred at Lower - Norwood which points, it is feared, to a serious crime. Mr. Jonas Oldacre - is a well-known resident of that suburb, where he has carried on his - business as a builder for many years. Mr. Oldacre is a bachelor, fifty-two - years of age, and lives in Deep Dene House, at the Sydenham end of the - road of that name. He has had the reputation of being a man of eccentric - habits, secretive and retiring. For some years he has practically - withdrawn from the business, in which he is said to have massed - considerable wealth. A small timber-yard still exists, however, at the - back of the house, and last night, about twelve o’clock, an alarm was - given that one of the stacks was on fire. The engines were soon upon the - spot, but the dry wood burned with great fury, and it was impossible to - arrest the conflagration until the stack had been entirely consumed. Up to - this point the incident bore the appearance of an ordinary accident, but - fresh indications seem to point to serious crime. Surprise was expressed - at the absence of the master of the establishment from the scene of the - fire, and an inquiry followed, which showed that he had disappeared from - the house. An examination of his room revealed that the bed had not been - slept in, that a safe which stood in it was open, that a number of - important papers were scattered about the room, and finally, that there - were signs of a murderous struggle, slight traces of blood being found - within the room, and an oaken walking-stick, which also showed stains of - blood upon the handle. It is known that Mr. Jonas Oldacre had received a - late visitor in his bedroom upon that night, and the stick found has been - identified as the property of this person, who is a young London solicitor - named John Hector McFarlane, junior partner of Graham and McFarlane, of - 426, Gresham Buildings, E.C. The police believe that they have evidence in - their possession which supplies a very convincing motive for the crime, - and altogether it cannot be doubted that sensational developments will - follow.<br> - “LATER.—It is rumoured as we go to press that Mr. John Hector - McFarlane has actually been arrested on the charge of the murder of Mr. - Jonas Oldacre. It is at least certain that a warrant has been issued. - There have been further and sinister developments in the investigation at - Norwood. Besides the signs of a struggle in the room of the unfortunate - builder it is now known that the French windows of his bedroom (which is - on the ground floor) were found to be open, that there were marks as if - some bulky object had been dragged across to the wood-pile, and, finally, - it is asserted that charred remains have been found among the charcoal - ashes of the fire. The police theory is that a most sensational crime has - been committed, that the victim was clubbed to death in his own bedroom, - his papers rifled, and his dead body dragged across to the wood-stack, - which was then ignited so as to hide all traces of the crime. The conduct - of the criminal investigation has been left in the experienced hands of - Inspector Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, who is following up the clues with - his accustomed energy and sagacity.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes listened with closed eyes and fingertips together to this - remarkable account. - </p> - <p> - “The case has certainly some points of interest,” said he, in his languid - fashion. “May I ask, in the first place, Mr. McFarlane, how it is that you - are still at liberty, since there appears to be enough evidence to justify - your arrest?” - </p> - <p> - “I live at Torrington Lodge, Blackheath, with my parents, Mr. Holmes, but - last night, having to do business very late with Mr. Jonas Oldacre, I - stayed at an hotel in Norwood, and came to my business from there. I knew - nothing of this affair until I was in the train, when I read what you have - just heard. I at once saw the horrible danger of my position, and I - hurried to put the case into your hands. I have no doubt that I should - have been arrested either at my city office or at my home. A man followed - me from London Bridge Station, and I have no doubt—Great heaven! - what is that?” - </p> - <p> - It was a clang of the bell, followed instantly by heavy steps upon the - stair. A moment later, our old friend Lestrade appeared in the doorway. - Over his shoulder I caught a glimpse of one or two uniformed policemen - outside. - </p> - <p> - “Mr. John Hector McFarlane?” said Lestrade. - </p> - <p> - Our unfortunate client rose with a ghastly face. - </p> - <p> - “I arrest you for the wilful murder of Mr. Jonas Oldacre, of Lower - Norwood.” - </p> - <p> - McFarlane turned to us with a gesture of despair, and sank into his chair - once more like one who is crushed. - </p> - <p> - “One moment, Lestrade,” said Holmes. “Half an hour more or less can make - no difference to you, and the gentleman was about to give us an account of - this very interesting affair, which might aid us in clearing it up.” - </p> - <p> - “I think there will be no difficulty in clearing it up,” said Lestrade, - grimly. - </p> - <p> - “None the less, with your permission, I should be much interested to hear - his account.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, Mr. Holmes, it is difficult for me to refuse you anything, for you - have been of use to the force once or twice in the past, and we owe you a - good turn at Scotland Yard,” said Lestrade. “At the same time I must - remain with my prisoner, and I am bound to warn him that anything he may - say will appear in evidence against him.” - </p> - <p> - “I wish nothing better,” said our client. “All I ask is that you should - hear and recognize the absolute truth.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade looked at his watch. “I’ll give you half an hour,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “I must explain first,” said McFarlane, “that I knew nothing of Mr. Jonas - Oldacre. His name was familiar to me, for many years ago my parents were - acquainted with him, but they drifted apart. I was very much surprised - therefore, when yesterday, about three o’clock in the afternoon, he walked - into my office in the city. But I was still more astonished when he told - me the object of his visit. He had in his hand several sheets of a - notebook, covered with scribbled writing—here they are—and he - laid them on my table. - </p> - <p> - “‘Here is my will,’ said he. ‘I want you, Mr. McFarlane, to cast it into - proper legal shape. I will sit here while you do so.’ - </p> - <p> - “I set myself to copy it, and you can imagine my astonishment when I found - that, with some reservations, he had left all his property to me. He was a - strange little ferret-like man, with white eyelashes, and when I looked up - at him I found his keen grey eyes fixed upon me with an amused expression. - I could hardly believe my own as I read the terms of the will; but he - explained that he was a bachelor with hardly any living relation, that he - had known my parents in his youth, and that he had always heard of me as a - very deserving young man, and was assured that his money would be in - worthy hands. Of course, I could only stammer out my thanks. The will was - duly finished, signed, and witnessed by my clerk. This is it on the blue - paper, and these slips, as I have explained, are the rough draft. Mr. - Jonas Oldacre then informed me that there were a number of documents—building - leases, title-deeds, mortgages, scrip, and so forth—which it was - necessary that I should see and understand. He said that his mind would - not be easy until the whole thing was settled, and he begged me to come - out to his house at Norwood that night, bringing the will with me, and to - arrange matters. ‘Remember, my boy, not one word to your parents about the - affair until everything is settled. We will keep it as a little surprise - for them.’ He was very insistent upon this point, and made me promise it - faithfully. - </p> - <p> - “You can imagine, Mr. Holmes, that I was not in a humour to refuse him - anything that he might ask. He was my benefactor, and all my desire was to - carry out his wishes in every particular. I sent a telegram home, - therefore, to say that I had important business on hand, and that it was - impossible for me to say how late I might be. Mr. Oldacre had told me that - he would like me to have supper with him at nine, as he might not be home - before that hour. I had some difficulty in finding his house, however, and - it was nearly half-past before I reached it. I found him——” - </p> - <p> - “One moment!” said Holmes. “Who opened the door?” - </p> - <p> - “A middle-aged woman, who was, I suppose, his housekeeper.” - </p> - <p> - “And it was she, I presume, who mentioned your name?” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly,” said McFarlane. - </p> - <p> - “Pray proceed.” - </p> - <p> - McFarlane wiped his damp brow, and then continued his narrative: - </p> - <p> - “I was shown by this woman into a sitting-room, where a frugal supper was - laid out. Afterwards, Mr. Jonas Oldacre led me into his bedroom, in which - there stood a heavy safe. This he opened and took out a mass of documents, - which we went over together. It was between eleven and twelve when we - finished. He remarked that we must not disturb the housekeeper. He showed - me out through his own French window, which had been open all this time.” - </p> - <p> - “Was the blind down?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “I will not be sure, but I believe that it was only half down. Yes, I - remember how he pulled it up in order to swing open the window. I could - not find my stick, and he said, ‘Never mind, my boy, I shall see a good - deal of you now, I hope, and I will keep your stick until you come back to - claim it.’ I left him there, the safe open, and the papers made up in - packets upon the table. It was so late that I could not get back to - Blackheath, so I spent the night at the Anerley Arms, and I knew nothing - more until I read of this horrible affair in the morning.” - </p> - <p> - “Anything more that you would like to ask, Mr. Holmes?” said Lestrade, - whose eyebrows had gone up once or twice during this remarkable - explanation. - </p> - <p> - “Not until I have been to Blackheath.” - </p> - <p> - “You mean to Norwood,” said Lestrade. - </p> - <p> - “Oh, yes, no doubt that is what I must have meant,” said Holmes, with his - enigmatical smile. Lestrade had learned by more experiences than he would - care to acknowledge that that brain could cut through that which was - impenetrable to him. I saw him look curiously at my companion. - </p> - <p> - “I think I should like to have a word with you presently, Mr. Sherlock - Holmes,” said he. “Now, Mr. McFarlane, two of my constables are at the - door, and there is a four-wheeler waiting.” The wretched young man arose, - and with a last beseeching glance at us walked from the room. The officers - conducted him to the cab, but Lestrade remained. - </p> - <p> - Holmes had picked up the pages which formed the rough draft of the will, - and was looking at them with the keenest interest upon his face. - </p> - <p> - “There are some points about that document, Lestrade, are there not?” said - he, pushing them over. - </p> - <p> - The official looked at them with a puzzled expression. - </p> - <p> - “I can read the first few lines and these in the middle of the second - page, and one or two at the end. Those are as clear as print,” said he, - “but the writing in between is very bad, and there are three places where - I cannot read it at all.” - </p> - <p> - “What do you make of that?” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Well, what do <i>you</i> make of it?” - </p> - <p> - “That it was written in a train. The good writing represents stations, the - bad writing movement, and the very bad writing passing over points. A - scientific expert would pronounce at once that this was drawn up on a - suburban line, since nowhere save in the immediate vicinity of a great - city could there be so quick a succession of points. Granting that his - whole journey was occupied in drawing up the will, then the train was an - express, only stopping once between Norwood and London Bridge.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade began to laugh. - </p> - <p> - “You are too many for me when you begin to get on your theories, Mr. - Holmes,” said he. “How does this bear on the case?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, it corroborates the young man’s story to the extent that the will - was drawn up by Jonas Oldacre in his journey yesterday. It is curious—is - it not?—that a man should draw up so important a document in so - haphazard a fashion. It suggests that he did not think it was going to be - of much practical importance. If a man drew up a will which he did not - intend ever to be effective, he might do it so.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, he drew up his own death warrant at the same time,” said Lestrade. - </p> - <p> - “Oh, you think so?” - </p> - <p> - “Don’t you?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, it is quite possible, but the case is not clear to me yet.” - </p> - <p> - “Not clear? Well, if that isn’t clear, what <i>could</i> be clearer? Here is a - young man who learns suddenly that, if a certain older man dies, he will - succeed to a fortune. What does he do? He says nothing to anyone, but he - arranges that he shall go out on some pretext to see his client that - night. He waits until the only other person in the house is in bed, and - then in the solitude of a man’s room he murders him, burns his body in the - wood-pile, and departs to a neighbouring hotel. The blood-stains in the - room and also on the stick are very slight. It is probable that he - imagined his crime to be a bloodless one, and hoped that if the body were - consumed it would hide all traces of the method of his death—traces - which, for some reason, must have pointed to him. Is not all this - obvious?” - </p> - <p> - “It strikes me, my good Lestrade, as being just a trifle too obvious,” - said Holmes. “You do not add imagination to your other great qualities, - but if you could for one moment put yourself in the place of this young - man, would you choose the very night after the will had been made to - commit your crime? Would it not seem dangerous to you to make so very - close a relation between the two incidents? Again, would you choose an - occasion when you are known to be in the house, when a servant has let you - in? And, finally, would you take the great pains to conceal the body, and - yet leave your own stick as a sign that you were the criminal? Confess, - Lestrade, that all this is very unlikely.” - </p> - <p> - “As to the stick, Mr. Holmes, you know as well as I do that a criminal is - often flurried, and does such things, which a cool man would avoid. He was - very likely afraid to go back to the room. Give me another theory that - would fit the facts.” - </p> - <p> - “I could very easily give you half a dozen,” said Holmes. “Here for - example, is a very possible and even probable one. I make you a free - present of it. The older man is showing documents which are of evident - value. A passing tramp sees them through the window, the blind of which is - only half down. Exit the solicitor. Enter the tramp! He seizes a stick, - which he observes there, kills Oldacre, and departs after burning the - body.” - </p> - <p> - “Why should the tramp burn the body?” - </p> - <p> - “For the matter of that, why should McFarlane?” - </p> - <p> - “To hide some evidence.” - </p> - <p> - “Possibly the tramp wanted to hide that any murder at all had been - committed.” - </p> - <p> - “And why did the tramp take nothing?” - </p> - <p> - “Because they were papers that he could not negotiate.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade shook his head, though it seemed to me that his manner was less - absolutely assured than before. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, you may look for your tramp, and while you are - finding him we will hold on to our man. The future will show which is - right. Just notice this point, Mr. Holmes: that so far as we know, none of - the papers were removed, and that the prisoner is the one man in the world - who had no reason for removing them, since he was heir-at-law, and would - come into them in any case.” - </p> - <p> - My friend seemed struck by this remark. - </p> - <p> - “I don’t mean to deny that the evidence is in some ways very strongly in - favour of your theory,” said he. “I only wish to point out that there are - other theories possible. As you say, the future will decide. Good-morning! - I dare say that in the course of the day I shall drop in at Norwood and - see how you are getting on.” - </p> - <p> - When the detective departed, my friend rose and made his preparations for - the day’s work with the alert air of a man who has a congenial task before - him. - </p> - <p> - “My first movement Watson,” said he, as he bustled into his frockcoat, - “must, as I said, be in the direction of Blackheath.” - </p> - <p> - “And why not Norwood?” - </p> - <p> - “Because we have in this case one singular incident coming close to the - heels of another singular incident. The police are making the mistake of - concentrating their attention upon the second, because it happens to be - the one which is actually criminal. But it is evident to me that the - logical way to approach the case is to begin by trying to throw some light - upon the first incident—the curious will, so suddenly made, and to - so unexpected an heir. It may do something to simplify what followed. No, - my dear fellow, I don’t think you can help me. There is no prospect of - danger, or I should not dream of stirring out without you. I trust that - when I see you in the evening, I will be able to report that I have been - able to do something for this unfortunate youngster, who has thrown - himself upon my protection.” - </p> - <p> - It was late when my friend returned, and I could see, by a glance at his - haggard and anxious face, that the high hopes with which he had started - had not been fulfilled. For an hour he droned away upon his violin, - endeavouring to soothe his own ruffled spirits. At last he flung down the - instrument, and plunged into a detailed account of his misadventures. - </p> - <p> - “It’s all going wrong, Watson—all as wrong as it can go. I kept a - bold face before Lestrade, but, upon my soul, I believe that for once the - fellow is on the right track and we are on the wrong. All my instincts are - one way, and all the facts are the other, and I much fear that British - juries have not yet attained that pitch of intelligence when they will - give the preference to my theories over Lestrade’s facts.” - </p> - <p> - “Did you go to Blackheath?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, Watson, I went there, and I found very quickly that the late - lamented Oldacre was a pretty considerable blackguard. The father was away - in search of his son. The mother was at home—a little, fluffy, - blue-eyed person, in a tremor of fear and indignation. Of course, she - would not admit even the possibility of his guilt. But she would not - express either surprise or regret over the fate of Oldacre. On the - contrary, she spoke of him with such bitterness that she was unconsciously - considerably strengthening the case of the police for, of course, if her - son had heard her speak of the man in this fashion, it would predispose - him towards hatred and violence. ‘He was more like a malignant and cunning - ape than a human being,’ said she, ‘and he always was, ever since he was a - young man.’ - </p> - <p> - “‘You knew him at that time?’ said I. - </p> - <p> - “‘Yes, I knew him well, in fact, he was an old suitor of mine. Thank - heaven that I had the sense to turn away from him and to marry a better, - if poorer, man. I was engaged to him, Mr. Holmes, when I heard a shocking - story of how he had turned a cat loose in an aviary, and I was so - horrified at his brutal cruelty that I would have nothing more to do with - him.’ She rummaged in a bureau, and presently she produced a photograph of - a woman, shamefully defaced and mutilated with a knife. ‘That is my own - photograph,’ she said. ‘He sent it to me in that state, with his curse, - upon my wedding morning.’ - </p> - <p> - “‘Well,’ said I, ‘at least he has forgiven you now, since he has left all - his property to your son.’ - </p> - <p> - “‘Neither my son nor I want anything from Jonas Oldacre, dead or alive!’ - she cried, with a proper spirit. ‘There is a God in heaven, Mr. Holmes, - and that same God who has punished that wicked man will show, in His own - good time, that my son’s hands are guiltless of his blood.’ - </p> - <p> - “Well, I tried one or two leads, but could get at nothing which would help - our hypothesis, and several points which would make against it. I gave it - up at last and off I went to Norwood. - </p> - <p> - “This place, Deep Dene House, is a big modern villa of staring brick, - standing back in its own grounds, with a laurel-clumped lawn in front of - it. To the right and some distance back from the road was the timber-yard - which had been the scene of the fire. Here’s a rough plan on a leaf of my - notebook. This window on the left is the one which opens into Oldacre’s - room. You can look into it from the road, you see. That is about the only - bit of consolation I have had to-day. Lestrade was not there, but his head - constable did the honours. They had just found a great treasure-trove. - They had spent the morning raking among the ashes of the burned wood-pile, - and besides the charred organic remains they had secured several - discoloured metal discs. I examined them with care, and there was no doubt - that they were trouser buttons. I even distinguished that one of them was - marked with the name of ‘Hyams,’ who was Oldacres tailor. I then worked - the lawn very carefully for signs and traces, but this drought has made - everything as hard as iron. Nothing was to be seen save that some body or - bundle had been dragged through a low privet hedge which is in a line with - the wood-pile. All that, of course, fits in with the official theory. I - crawled about the lawn with an August sun on my back, but I got up at the - end of an hour no wiser than before. - </p> - <p> - “Well, after this fiasco I went into the bedroom and examined that also. - The blood-stains were very slight, mere smears and discolourations, but - undoubtedly fresh. The stick had been removed, but there also the marks - were slight. There is no doubt about the stick belonging to our client. He - admits it. Footmarks of both men could be made out on the carpet, but none - of any third person, which again is a trick for the other side. They were - piling up their score all the time and we were at a standstill. - </p> - <p> - “Only one little gleam of hope did I get—and yet it amounted to - nothing. I examined the contents of the safe, most of which had been taken - out and left on the table. The papers had been made up into sealed - envelopes, one or two of which had been opened by the police. They were - not, so far as I could judge, of any great value, nor did the bank-book - show that Mr. Oldacre was in such very affluent circumstances. But it - seemed to me that all the papers were not there. There were allusions to - some deeds—possibly the more valuable—which I could not find. - This, of course, if we could definitely prove it, would turn Lestrade’s - argument against himself, for who would steal a thing if he knew that he - would shortly inherit it? - </p> - <p> - “Finally, having drawn every other cover and picked up no scent, I tried - my luck with the housekeeper. Mrs. Lexington is her name—a little, - dark, silent person, with suspicious and sidelong eyes. She could tell us - something if she would—I am convinced of it. But she was as close as - wax. Yes, she had let Mr. McFarlane in at half-past nine. She wished her - hand had withered before she had done so. She had gone to bed at half-past - ten. Her room was at the other end of the house, and she could hear - nothing of what had passed. Mr. McFarlane had left his hat, and to the - best of her belief his stick, in the hall. She had been awakened by the - alarm of fire. Her poor, dear master had certainly been murdered. Had he - any enemies? Well, every man had enemies, but Mr. Oldacre kept himself - very much to himself, and only met people in the way of business. She had - seen the buttons, and was sure that they belonged to the clothes which he - had worn last night. The wood-pile was very dry, for it had not rained for - a month. It burned like tinder, and by the time she reached the spot, - nothing could be seen but flames. She and all the firemen smelled the - burned flesh from inside it. She knew nothing of the papers, nor of Mr. - Oldacre’s private affairs. - </p> - <p> - “So, my dear Watson, there’s my report of a failure. And yet—and yet—” - he clenched his thin hands in a paroxysm of conviction—“I <i>know</i> it’s - all wrong. I feel it in my bones. There is something that has not come - out, and that housekeeper knows it. There was a sort of sulky defiance in - her eyes, which only goes with guilty knowledge. However, there’s no good - talking any more about it, Watson; but unless some lucky chance comes our - way I fear that the Norwood Disappearance Case will not figure in that - chronicle of our successes which I foresee that a patient public will - sooner or later have to endure.” - </p> - <p> - “Surely,” said I, “the man’s appearance would go far with any jury?” - </p> - <p> - “That is a dangerous argument my dear Watson. You remember that terrible - murderer, Bert Stevens, who wanted us to get him off in ’87? Was there - ever a more mild-mannered, Sunday-school young man?” - </p> - <p> - “It is true.” - </p> - <p> - “Unless we succeed in establishing an alternative theory, this man is - lost. You can hardly find a flaw in the case which can now be presented - against him, and all further investigation has served to strengthen it. By - the way, there is one curious little point about those papers which may - serve us as the starting-point for an inquiry. On looking over the - bank-book I found that the low state of the balance was principally due to - large checks which have been made out during the last year to Mr. - Cornelius. I confess that I should be interested to know who this Mr. - Cornelius may be with whom a retired builder has such very large - transactions. Is it possible that he has had a hand in the affair? - Cornelius might be a broker, but we have found no scrip to correspond with - these large payments. Failing any other indication, my researches must now - take the direction of an inquiry at the bank for the gentleman who has - cashed these checks. But I fear, my dear fellow, that our case will end - ingloriously by Lestrade hanging our client, which will certainly be a - triumph for Scotland Yard.” - </p> - <p> - I do not know how far Sherlock Holmes took any sleep that night, but when - I came down to breakfast I found him pale and harassed, his bright eyes - the brighter for the dark shadows round them. The carpet round his chair - was littered with cigarette-ends and with the early editions of the - morning papers. An open telegram lay upon the table. - </p> - <p> - “What do you think of this, Watson?” he asked, tossing it across. - </p> - <p> - It was from Norwood, and ran as follows: - </p> - <p class="letter"> - Important fresh evidence to hand. McFarlane’s guilt definitely - established. Advise you to abandon case.—LESTRADE. - </p> - <p> - “This sounds serious,” said I. - </p> - <p> - “It is Lestrade’s little cock-a-doodle of victory,” Holmes answered, with - a bitter smile. “And yet it may be premature to abandon the case. After - all, important fresh evidence is a two-edged thing, and may possibly cut - in a very different direction to that which Lestrade imagines. Take your - breakfast, Watson, and we will go out together and see what we can do. I - feel as if I shall need your company and your moral support today.” - </p> - <p> - My friend had no breakfast himself, for it was one of his peculiarities - that in his more intense moments he would permit himself no food, and I - have known him presume upon his iron strength until he has fainted from - pure inanition. “At present I cannot spare energy and nerve force for - digestion,” he would say in answer to my medical remonstrances. I was not - surprised, therefore, when this morning he left his untouched meal behind - him, and started with me for Norwood. A crowd of morbid sightseers were - still gathered round Deep Dene House, which was just such a suburban villa - as I had pictured. Within the gates Lestrade met us, his face flushed with - victory, his manner grossly triumphant. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Mr. Holmes, have you proved us to be wrong yet? Have you found your - tramp?” he cried. - </p> - <p> - “I have formed no conclusion whatever,” my companion answered. - </p> - <p> - “But we formed ours yesterday, and now it proves to be correct, so you - must acknowledge that we have been a little in front of you this time, Mr. - Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “You certainly have the air of something unusual having occurred,” said - Holmes. - </p> - <p> - Lestrade laughed loudly. - </p> - <p> - “You don’t like being beaten any more than the rest of us do,” said he. “A - man can’t expect always to have it his own way, can he, Dr. Watson? Step - this way, if you please, gentlemen, and I think I can convince you once - for all that it was John McFarlane who did this crime.” - </p> - <p> - He led us through the passage and out into a dark hall beyond. - </p> - <p> - “This is where young McFarlane must have come out to get his hat after the - crime was done,” said he. “Now look at this.” With dramatic suddenness he - struck a match, and by its light exposed a stain of blood upon the - whitewashed wall. As he held the match nearer, I saw that it was more than - a stain. It was the well-marked print of a thumb. - </p> - <p> - “Look at that with your magnifying glass, Mr. Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I am doing so.” - </p> - <p> - “You are aware that no two thumb-marks are alike?” - </p> - <p> - “I have heard something of the kind.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, then, will you please compare that print with this wax impression - of young McFarlane’s right thumb, taken by my orders this morning?” - </p> - <p> - As he held the waxen print close to the blood-stain, it did not take a - magnifying glass to see that the two were undoubtedly from the same thumb. - It was evident to me that our unfortunate client was lost. - </p> - <p> - “That is final,” said Lestrade. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, that is final,” I involuntarily echoed. - </p> - <p> - “It is final,” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - Something in his tone caught my ear, and I turned to look at him. An - extraordinary change had come over his face. It was writhing with inward - merriment. His two eyes were shining like stars. It seemed to me that he - was making desperate efforts to restrain a convulsive attack of laughter. - </p> - <p> - “Dear me! Dear me!” he said at last. “Well, now, who would have thought - it? And how deceptive appearances may be, to be sure! Such a nice young - man to look at! It is a lesson to us not to trust our own judgment, is it - not, Lestrade?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, some of us are a little too much inclined to be cock-sure, Mr. - Holmes,” said Lestrade. The man’s insolence was maddening, but we could - not resent it. - </p> - <p> - “What a providential thing that this young man should press his right - thumb against the wall in taking his hat from the peg! Such a very natural - action, too, if you come to think of it.” Holmes was outwardly calm, but - his whole body gave a wriggle of suppressed excitement as he spoke. - </p> - <p> - “By the way, Lestrade, who made this remarkable discovery?” - </p> - <p> - “It was the housekeeper, Mrs. Lexington, who drew the night constable’s - attention to it.” - </p> - <p> - “Where was the night constable?” - </p> - <p> - “He remained on guard in the bedroom where the crime was committed, so as - to see that nothing was touched.” - </p> - <p> - “But why didn’t the police see this mark yesterday?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, we had no particular reason to make a careful examination of the - hall. Besides, it’s not in a very prominent place, as you see.” - </p> - <p> - “No, no—of course not. I suppose there is no doubt that the mark was - there yesterday?” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade looked at Holmes as if he thought he was going out of his mind. I - confess that I was myself surprised both at his hilarious manner and at - his rather wild observation. - </p> - <p> - “I don’t know whether you think that McFarlane came out of jail in the - dead of the night in order to strengthen the evidence against himself,” - said Lestrade. “I leave it to any expert in the world whether that is not - the mark of his thumb.” - </p> - <p> - “It is unquestionably the mark of his thumb.” - </p> - <p> - “There, that’s enough,” said Lestrade. “I am a practical man, Mr. Holmes, - and when I have got my evidence I come to my conclusions. If you have - anything to say, you will find me writing my report in the sitting-room.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes had recovered his equanimity, though I still seemed to detect - gleams of amusement in his expression. - </p> - <p> - “Dear me, this is a very sad development, Watson, is it not?” said he. - “And yet there are singular points about it which hold out some hopes for - our client.” - </p> - <p> - “I am delighted to hear it,” said I, heartily. “I was afraid it was all up - with him.” - </p> - <p> - “I would hardly go so far as to say that, my dear Watson. The fact is that - there is one really serious flaw in this evidence to which our friend - attaches so much importance.” - </p> - <p> - “Indeed, Holmes! What is it?” - </p> - <p> - “Only this: that I <i>know</i> that that mark was not there when I examined the - hall yesterday. And now, Watson, let us have a little stroll round in the - sunshine.” - </p> - <p> - With a confused brain, but with a heart into which some warmth of hope was - returning, I accompanied my friend in a walk round the garden. Holmes took - each face of the house in turn, and examined it with great interest. He - then led the way inside, and went over the whole building from basement to - attic. Most of the rooms were unfurnished, but none the less Holmes - inspected them all minutely. Finally, on the top corridor, which ran - outside three untenanted bedrooms, he again was seized with a spasm of - merriment. - </p> - <p> - “There are really some very unique features about this case, Watson,” said - he. “I think it is time now that we took our friend Lestrade into our - confidence. He has had his little smile at our expense, and perhaps we may - do as much by him, if my reading of this problem proves to be correct. - Yes, yes, I think I see how we should approach it.” - </p> - <p> - The Scotland Yard inspector was still writing in the parlour when Holmes - interrupted him. - </p> - <p> - “I understood that you were writing a report of this case,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “So I am.” - </p> - <p> - “Don’t you think it may be a little premature? I can’t help thinking that - your evidence is not complete.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade knew my friend too well to disregard his words. He laid down his - pen and looked curiously at him. - </p> - <p> - “What do you mean, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “Only that there is an important witness whom you have not seen.” - </p> - <p> - “Can you produce him?” - </p> - <p> - “I think I can.” - </p> - <p> - “Then do so.” - </p> - <p> - “I will do my best. How many constables have you?” - </p> - <p> - “There are three within call.” - </p> - <p> - “Excellent!” said Holmes. “May I ask if they are all large, able-bodied - men with powerful voices?” - </p> - <p> - “I have no doubt they are, though I fail to see what their voices have to - do with it.” - </p> - <p> - “Perhaps I can help you to see that and one or two other things as well,” - said Holmes. “Kindly summon your men, and I will try.” - </p> - <p> - Five minutes later, three policemen had assembled in the hall. - </p> - <p> - “In the outhouse you will find a considerable quantity of straw,” said - Holmes. “I will ask you to carry in two bundles of it. I think it will be - of the greatest assistance in producing the witness whom I require. Thank - you very much. I believe you have some matches in your pocket Watson. Now, - Mr. Lestrade, I will ask you all to accompany me to the top landing.” - </p> - <p> - As I have said, there was a broad corridor there, which ran outside three - empty bedrooms. At one end of the corridor we were all marshalled by - Sherlock Holmes, the constables grinning and Lestrade staring at my friend - with amazement, expectation, and derision chasing each other across his - features. Holmes stood before us with the air of a conjurer who is - performing a trick. - </p> - <p> - “Would you kindly send one of your constables for two buckets of water? - Put the straw on the floor here, free from the wall on either side. Now I - think that we are all ready.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade’s face had begun to grow red and angry. “I don’t know whether you - are playing a game with us, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,” said he. “If you know - anything, you can surely say it without all this tomfoolery.” - </p> - <p> - “I assure you, my good Lestrade, that I have an excellent reason for - everything that I do. You may possibly remember that you chaffed me a - little, some hours ago, when the sun seemed on your side of the hedge, so - you must not grudge me a little pomp and ceremony now. Might I ask you, - Watson, to open that window, and then to put a match to the edge of the - straw?” - </p> - <p> - I did so, and driven by the draught a coil of grey smoke swirled down the - corridor, while the dry straw crackled and flamed. - </p> - <p> - “Now we must see if we can find this witness for you, Lestrade. Might I - ask you all to join in the cry of ‘Fire!’? Now then; one, two, three——” - </p> - <p> - “Fire!” we all yelled. - </p> - <p> - “Thank you. I will trouble you once again.” - </p> - <p> - “Fire!” - </p> - <p> - “Just once more, gentlemen, and all together.” - </p> - <p> - “Fire!” The shout must have rung over Norwood. - </p> - <p> - It had hardly died away when an amazing thing happened. A door suddenly - flew open out of what appeared to be solid wall at the end of the - corridor, and a little, wizened man darted out of it, like a rabbit out of - its burrow. - </p> - <p> - “Capital!” said Holmes, calmly. “Watson, a bucket of water over the straw. - That will do! Lestrade, allow me to present you with your principal - missing witness, Mr. Jonas Oldacre.” - </p> - <p> - The detective stared at the newcomer with blank amazement. The latter was - blinking in the bright light of the corridor, and peering at us and at the - smouldering fire. It was an odious face—crafty, vicious, malignant, - with shifty, light-grey eyes and white lashes. - </p> - <p> - “What’s this, then?” said Lestrade, at last. “What have you been doing all - this time, eh?” - </p> - <p> - Oldacre gave an uneasy laugh, shrinking back from the furious red face of - the angry detective. - </p> - <p> - “I have done no harm.” - </p> - <p> - “No harm? You have done your best to get an innocent man hanged. If it - wasn’t for this gentleman here, I am not sure that you would not have - succeeded.” - </p> - <p> - The wretched creature began to whimper. - </p> - <p> - “I am sure, sir, it was only my practical joke.” - </p> - <p> - “Oh! a joke, was it? You won’t find the laugh on your side, I promise you. - Take him down, and keep him in the sitting-room until I come. Mr. Holmes,” - he continued, when they had gone, “I could not speak before the - constables, but I don’t mind saying, in the presence of Dr. Watson, that - this is the brightest thing that you have done yet, though it is a mystery - to me how you did it. You have saved an innocent man’s life, and you have - prevented a very grave scandal, which would have ruined my reputation in - the Force.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes smiled, and clapped Lestrade upon the shoulder. - </p> - <p> - “Instead of being ruined, my good sir, you will find that your reputation - has been enormously enhanced. Just make a few alterations in that report - which you were writing, and they will understand how hard it is to throw - dust in the eyes of Inspector Lestrade.” - </p> - <p> - “And you don’t want your name to appear?” - </p> - <p> - “Not at all. The work is its own reward. Perhaps I shall get the credit - also at some distant day, when I permit my zealous historian to lay out - his foolscap once more—eh, Watson? Well, now, let us see where this - rat has been lurking.” - </p> - <p> - A lath-and-plaster partition had been run across the passage six feet from - the end, with a door cunningly concealed in it. It was lit within by slits - under the eaves. A few articles of furniture and a supply of food and - water were within, together with a number of books and papers. - </p> - <p> - “There’s the advantage of being a builder,” said Holmes, as we came out. - “He was able to fix up his own little hiding-place without any confederate—save, - of course, that precious housekeeper of his, whom I should lose no time in - adding to your bag, Lestrade.” - </p> - <p> - “I’ll take your advice. But how did you know of this place, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “I made up my mind that the fellow was in hiding in the house. When I - paced one corridor and found it six feet shorter than the corresponding - one below, it was pretty clear where he was. I thought he had not the - nerve to lie quiet before an alarm of fire. We could, of course, have gone - in and taken him, but it amused me to make him reveal himself. Besides, I - owed you a little mystification, Lestrade, for your chaff in the morning.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, sir, you certainly got equal with me on that. But how in the world - did you know that he was in the house at all?” - </p> - <p> - “The thumb-mark, Lestrade. You said it was final; and so it was, in a very - different sense. I knew it had not been there the day before. I pay a good - deal of attention to matters of detail, as you may have observed, and I - had examined the hall, and was sure that the wall was clear. Therefore, it - had been put on during the night.” - </p> - <p> - “But how?” - </p> - <p> - “Very simply. When those packets were sealed up, Jonas Oldacre got - McFarlane to secure one of the seals by putting his thumb upon the soft - wax. It would be done so quickly and so naturally, that I daresay the - young man himself has no recollection of it. Very likely it just so - happened, and Oldacre had himself no notion of the use he would put it to. - Brooding over the case in that den of his, it suddenly struck him what - absolutely damning evidence he could make against McFarlane by using that - thumb-mark. It was the simplest thing in the world for him to take a wax - impression from the seal, to moisten it in as much blood as he could get - from a pin-prick, and to put the mark upon the wall during the night, - either with his own hand or with that of his housekeeper. If you examine - among those documents which he took with him into his retreat, I will lay - you a wager that you find the seal with the thumb-mark upon it.” - </p> - <p> - “Wonderful!” said Lestrade. “Wonderful! It’s all as clear as crystal, as - you put it. But what is the object of this deep deception, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - It was amusing to me to see how the detective’s overbearing manner had - changed suddenly to that of a child asking questions of its teacher. - </p> - <p> - “Well, I don’t think that is very hard to explain. A very deep, malicious, - vindictive person is the gentleman who is now waiting us downstairs. You - know that he was once refused by McFarlane’s mother? You don’t! I told you - that you should go to Blackheath first and Norwood afterwards. Well, this - injury, as he would consider it, has rankled in his wicked, scheming - brain, and all his life he has longed for vengeance, but never seen his - chance. During the last year or two, things have gone against him—secret - speculation, I think—and he finds himself in a bad way. He - determines to swindle his creditors, and for this purpose he pays large - checks to a certain Mr. Cornelius, who is, I imagine, himself under - another name. I have not traced these checks yet, but I have no doubt that - they were banked under that name at some provincial town where Oldacre - from time to time led a double existence. He intended to change his name - altogether, draw this money, and vanish, starting life again elsewhere.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, that’s likely enough.” - </p> - <p> - “It would strike him that in disappearing he might throw all pursuit off - his track, and at the same time have an ample and crushing revenge upon - his old sweetheart, if he could give the impression that he had been - murdered by her only child. It was a masterpiece of villainy, and he - carried it out like a master. The idea of the will, which would give an - obvious motive for the crime, the secret visit unknown to his own parents, - the retention of the stick, the blood, and the animal remains and buttons - in the wood-pile, all were admirable. It was a net from which it seemed to - me, a few hours ago, that there was no possible escape. But he had not - that supreme gift of the artist, the knowledge of when to stop. He wished - to improve that which was already perfect—to draw the rope tighter - yet round the neck of his unfortunate victim—and so he ruined all. - Let us descend, Lestrade. There are just one or two questions that I would - ask him.” - </p> - <p> - The malignant creature was seated in his own parlour, with a policeman - upon each side of him. - </p> - <p> - “It was a joke, my good sir—a practical joke, nothing more,” he - whined incessantly. “I assure you, sir, that I simply concealed myself in - order to see the effect of my disappearance, and I am sure that you would - not be so unjust as to imagine that I would have allowed any harm to - befall poor young Mr. McFarlane.” - </p> - <p> - “That’s for a jury to decide,” said Lestrade. “Anyhow, we shall have you - on a charge of conspiracy, if not for attempted murder.” - </p> - <p> - “And you’ll probably find that your creditors will impound the banking - account of Mr. Cornelius,” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - The little man started, and turned his malignant eyes upon my friend. - </p> - <p> - “I have to thank you for a good deal,” said he. “Perhaps I’ll pay my debt - some day.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes smiled indulgently. - </p> - <p> - “I fancy that, for some few years, you will find your time very fully - occupied,” said he. “By the way, what was it you put into the wood-pile - besides your old trousers? A dead dog, or rabbits, or what? You won’t - tell? Dear me, how very unkind of you! Well, well, I daresay that a couple - of rabbits would account both for the blood and for the charred ashes. If - ever you write an account, Watson, you can make rabbits serve your turn.” - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap03"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE DANCING MEN</h2> - - <p> - Holmes had been seated for some hours in silence with his long, thin back - curved over a chemical vessel in which he was brewing a particularly - malodorous product. His head was sunk upon his breast, and he looked from - my point of view like a strange, lank bird, with dull grey plumage and a - black top-knot. - </p> - <p> - “So, Watson,” said he, suddenly, “you do not propose to invest in South - African securities?” - </p> - <p> - I gave a start of astonishment. Accustomed as I was to Holmes’s curious - faculties, this sudden intrusion into my most intimate thoughts was - utterly inexplicable. - </p> - <p> - “How on earth do you know that?” I asked. - </p> - <p> - He wheeled round upon his stool, with a steaming test-tube in his hand, - and a gleam of amusement in his deep-set eyes. - </p> - <p> - “Now, Watson, confess yourself utterly taken aback,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “I am.” - </p> - <p> - “I ought to make you sign a paper to that effect.” - </p> - <p> - “Why?” - </p> - <p> - “Because in five minutes you will say that it is all so absurdly simple.” - </p> - <p> - “I am sure that I shall say nothing of the kind.” - </p> - <p> - “You see, my dear Watson,”—he propped his test-tube in the rack, and - began to lecture with the air of a professor addressing his class—“it - is not really difficult to construct a series of inferences, each - dependent upon its predecessor and each simple in itself. If, after doing - so, one simply knocks out all the central inferences and presents one’s - audience with the starting-point and the conclusion, one may produce a - startling, though possibly a meretricious, effect. Now, it was not really - difficult, by an inspection of the groove between your left forefinger and - thumb, to feel sure that you did <i>not</i> propose to invest your small capital - in the gold fields.” - </p> - <p> - “I see no connection.” - </p> - <p> - “Very likely not; but I can quickly show you a close connection. Here are - the missing links of the very simple chain: 1. You had chalk between your - left finger and thumb when you returned from the club last night. 2. You - put chalk there when you play billiards, to steady the cue. 3. You never - play billiards except with Thurston. 4. You told me, four weeks ago, that - Thurston had an option on some South African property which would expire - in a month, and which he desired you to share with him. 5. Your check book - is locked in my drawer, and you have not asked for the key. 6. You do not - propose to invest your money in this manner.” - </p> - <p> - “How absurdly simple!” I cried. - </p> - <p> - “Quite so!” said he, a little nettled. “Every problem becomes very - childish when once it is explained to you. Here is an unexplained one. See - what you can make of that, friend Watson.” He tossed a sheet of paper upon - the table, and turned once more to his chemical analysis. - </p> - <p> - I looked with amazement at the absurd hieroglyphics upon the paper. - </p> - <p> - “Why, Holmes, it is a child’s drawing,” I cried. - </p> - <p> - “Oh, that’s your idea!” - </p> - <p> - “What else should it be?” - </p> - <p> - “That is what Mr. Hilton Cubitt, of Riding Thorpe Manor, Norfolk, is very - anxious to know. This little conundrum came by the first post, and he was - to follow by the next train. There’s a ring at the bell, Watson. I should - not be very much surprised if this were he.” - </p> - <p> - A heavy step was heard upon the stairs, and an instant later there entered - a tall, ruddy, clean-shaven gentleman, whose clear eyes and florid cheeks - told of a life led far from the fogs of Baker Street. He seemed to bring a - whiff of his strong, fresh, bracing, east-coast air with him as he - entered. Having shaken hands with each of us, he was about to sit down, - when his eye rested upon the paper with the curious markings, which I had - just examined and left upon the table. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Mr. Holmes, what do you make of these?” he cried. “They told me - that you were fond of queer mysteries, and I don’t think you can find a - queerer one than that. I sent the paper on ahead, so that you might have - time to study it before I came.” - </p> - <p> - “It is certainly rather a curious production,” said Holmes. “At first - sight it would appear to be some childish prank. It consists of a number - of absurd little figures dancing across the paper upon which they are - drawn. Why should you attribute any importance to so grotesque an object?” - </p> - <p> - “I never should, Mr. Holmes. But my wife does. It is frightening her to - death. She says nothing, but I can see terror in her eyes. That’s why I - want to sift the matter to the bottom.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes held up the paper so that the sunlight shone full upon it. It was a - page torn from a notebook. The markings were done in pencil, and ran in - this way: - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:90%;"> - <img src="images/img01.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="AM-HERE-ABE-SLANEY"> - </div> - - <p> - Holmes examined it for some time, and then, folding it carefully up, he - placed it in his pocketbook. - </p> - <p> - “This promises to be a most interesting and unusual case,” said he. “You - gave me a few particulars in your letter, Mr. Hilton Cubitt, but I should - be very much obliged if you would kindly go over it all again for the - benefit of my friend, Dr. Watson.” - </p> - <p> - “I’m not much of a story-teller,” said our visitor, nervously clasping and - unclasping his great, strong hands. “You’ll just ask me anything that I - don’t make clear. I’ll begin at the time of my marriage last year, but I - want to say first of all that, though I’m not a rich man, my people have - been at Riding Thorpe for a matter of five centuries, and there is no - better known family in the County of Norfolk. Last year I came up to - London for the Jubilee, and I stopped at a boarding-house in Russell - Square, because Parker, the vicar of our parish, was staying in it. There - was an American young lady there—Patrick was the name—Elsie - Patrick. In some way we became friends, until before my month was up I was - as much in love as a man could be. We were quietly married at a registry - office, and we returned to Norfolk a wedded couple. You’ll think it very - mad, Mr. Holmes, that a man of a good old family should marry a wife in - this fashion, knowing nothing of her past or of her people, but if you saw - her and knew her, it would help you to understand. - </p> - <p> - “She was very straight about it, was Elsie. I can’t say that she did not - give me every chance of getting out of it if I wished to do so. ‘I have - had some very disagreeable associations in my life,’ said she, ‘I wish to - forget all about them. I would rather never allude to the past, for it is - very painful to me. If you take me, Hilton, you will take a woman who has - nothing that she need be personally ashamed of, but you will have to be - content with my word for it, and to allow me to be silent as to all that - passed up to the time when I became yours. If these conditions are too - hard, then go back to Norfolk, and leave me to the lonely life in which - you found me.’ It was only the day before our wedding that she said those - very words to me. I told her that I was content to take her on her own - terms, and I have been as good as my word. - </p> - <p> - “Well we have been married now for a year, and very happy we have been. - But about a month ago, at the end of June, I saw for the first time signs - of trouble. One day my wife received a letter from America. I saw the - American stamp. She turned deadly white, read the letter, and threw it - into the fire. She made no allusion to it afterwards, and I made none, for - a promise is a promise, but she has never known an easy hour from that - moment. There is always a look of fear upon her face—a look as if - she were waiting and expecting. She would do better to trust me. She would - find that I was her best friend. But until she speaks, I can say nothing. - Mind you, she is a truthful woman, Mr. Holmes, and whatever trouble there - may have been in her past life it has been no fault of hers. I am only a - simple Norfolk squire, but there is not a man in England who ranks his - family honour more highly than I do. She knows it well, and she knew it - well before she married me. She would never bring any stain upon it—of - that I am sure. - </p> - <p> - “Well, now I come to the queer part of my story. About a week ago—it - was the Tuesday of last week—I found on one of the window-sills a - number of absurd little dancing figures like these upon the paper. They - were scrawled with chalk. I thought that it was the stable-boy who had - drawn them, but the lad swore he knew nothing about it. Anyhow, they had - come there during the night. I had them washed out, and I only mentioned - the matter to my wife afterwards. To my surprise, she took it very - seriously, and begged me if any more came to let her see them. None did - come for a week, and then yesterday morning I found this paper lying on - the sundial in the garden. I showed it to Elsie, and down she dropped in a - dead faint. Since then she has looked like a woman in a dream, half dazed, - and with terror always lurking in her eyes. It was then that I wrote and - sent the paper to you, Mr. Holmes. It was not a thing that I could take to - the police, for they would have laughed at me, but you will tell me what - to do. I am not a rich man, but if there is any danger threatening my - little woman, I would spend my last copper to shield her.” - </p> - <p> - He was a fine creature, this man of the old English soil—simple, - straight, and gentle, with his great, earnest blue eyes and broad, comely - face. His love for his wife and his trust in her shone in his features. - Holmes had listened to his story with the utmost attention, and now he sat - for some time in silent thought. - </p> - <p> - “Don’t you think, Mr. Cubitt,” said he, at last, “that your best plan - would be to make a direct appeal to your wife, and to ask her to share her - secret with you?” - </p> - <p> - Hilton Cubitt shook his massive head. - </p> - <p> - “A promise is a promise, Mr. Holmes. If Elsie wished to tell me she would. - If not, it is not for me to force her confidence. But I am justified in - taking my own line—and I will.” - </p> - <p> - “Then I will help you with all my heart. In the first place, have you - heard of any strangers being seen in your neighbourhood?” - </p> - <p> - “No.” - </p> - <p> - “I presume that it is a very quiet place. Any fresh face would cause - comment?” - </p> - <p> - “In the immediate neighbourhood, yes. But we have several small - watering-places not very far away. And the farmers take in lodgers.” - </p> - <p> - “These hieroglyphics have evidently a meaning. If it is a purely arbitrary - one, it may be impossible for us to solve it. If, on the other hand, it is - systematic, I have no doubt that we shall get to the bottom of it. But - this particular sample is so short that I can do nothing, and the facts - which you have brought me are so indefinite that we have no basis for an - investigation. I would suggest that you return to Norfolk, that you keep a - keen lookout, and that you take an exact copy of any fresh dancing men - which may appear. It is a thousand pities that we have not a reproduction - of those which were done in chalk upon the window-sill. Make a discreet - inquiry also as to any strangers in the neighbourhood. When you have - collected some fresh evidence, come to me again. That is the best advice - which I can give you, Mr. Hilton Cubitt. If there are any pressing fresh - developments, I shall be always ready to run down and see you in your - Norfolk home.” - </p> - <p> - The interview left Sherlock Holmes very thoughtful, and several times in - the next few days I saw him take his slip of paper from his notebook and - look long and earnestly at the curious figures inscribed upon it. He made - no allusion to the affair, however, until one afternoon a fortnight or so - later. I was going out when he called me back. - </p> - <p> - “You had better stay here, Watson.” - </p> - <p> - “Why?” - </p> - <p> - “Because I had a wire from Hilton Cubitt this morning. You remember Hilton - Cubitt, of the dancing men? He was to reach Liverpool Street at - one-twenty. He may be here at any moment. I gather from his wire that - there have been some new incidents of importance.” - </p> - <p> - We had not long to wait, for our Norfolk squire came straight from the - station as fast as a hansom could bring him. He was looking worried and - depressed, with tired eyes and a lined forehead. - </p> - <p> - “It’s getting on my nerves, this business, Mr. Holmes,” said he, as he - sank, like a wearied man, into an armchair. “It’s bad enough to feel that - you are surrounded by unseen, unknown folk, who have some kind of design - upon you, but when, in addition to that, you know that it is just killing - your wife by inches, then it becomes as much as flesh and blood can - endure. She’s wearing away under it—just wearing away before my - eyes.” - </p> - <p> - “Has she said anything yet?” - </p> - <p> - “No, Mr. Holmes, she has not. And yet there have been times when the poor - girl has wanted to speak, and yet could not quite bring herself to take - the plunge. I have tried to help her, but I daresay I did it clumsily, and - scared her from it. She has spoken about my old family, and our reputation - in the county, and our pride in our unsullied honour, and I always felt it - was leading to the point, but somehow it turned off before we got there.” - </p> - <p> - “But you have found out something for yourself?” - </p> - <p> - “A good deal, Mr. Holmes. I have several fresh dancing-men pictures for - you to examine, and, what is more important, I have seen the fellow.” - </p> - <p> - “What, the man who draws them?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I saw him at his work. But I will tell you everything in order. When - I got back after my visit to you, the very first thing I saw next morning - was a fresh crop of dancing men. They had been drawn in chalk upon the - black wooden door of the tool-house, which stands beside the lawn in full - view of the front windows. I took an exact copy, and here it is.” He - unfolded a paper and laid it upon the table. Here is a copy of the - hieroglyphics: - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img02.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="AT-ELRIGES"> - </div> - - <p> - “Excellent!” said Holmes. “Excellent! Pray continue.” - </p> - <p> - “When I had taken the copy, I rubbed out the marks, but, two mornings - later, a fresh inscription had appeared. I have a copy of it here:” - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img03.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="COME-ELSIE"> - </div> - - <p> - Holmes rubbed his hands and chuckled with delight. - </p> - <p> - “Our material is rapidly accumulating,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “Three days later a message was left scrawled upon paper, and placed under - a pebble upon the sundial. Here it is. The characters are, as you see, - exactly the same as the last one. After that I determined to lie in wait, - so I got out my revolver and I sat up in my study, which overlooks the - lawn and garden. About two in the morning I was seated by the window, all - being dark save for the moonlight outside, when I heard steps behind me, - and there was my wife in her dressing-gown. She implored me to come to - bed. I told her frankly that I wished to see who it was who played such - absurd tricks upon us. She answered that it was some senseless practical - joke, and that I should not take any notice of it. - </p> - <p> - “‘If it really annoys you, Hilton, we might go and travel, you and I, and - so avoid this nuisance.’ - </p> - <p> - “‘What, be driven out of our own house by a practical joker?’ said I. - ‘Why, we should have the whole county laughing at us.’ - </p> - <p> - “‘Well, come to bed,’ said she, ‘and we can discuss it in the morning.’ - </p> - <p> - “Suddenly, as she spoke, I saw her white face grow whiter yet in the - moonlight, and her hand tightened upon my shoulder. Something was moving - in the shadow of the tool-house. I saw a dark, creeping figure which - crawled round the corner and squatted in front of the door. Seizing my - pistol, I was rushing out, when my wife threw her arms round me and held - me with convulsive strength. I tried to throw her off, but she clung to me - most desperately. At last I got clear, but by the time I had opened the - door and reached the house the creature was gone. He had left a trace of - his presence, however, for there on the door was the very same arrangement - of dancing men which had already twice appeared, and which I have copied - on that paper. There was no other sign of the fellow anywhere, though I - ran all over the grounds. And yet the amazing thing is that he must have - been there all the time, for when I examined the door again in the - morning, he had scrawled some more of his pictures under the line which I - had already seen.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you that fresh drawing?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, it is very short, but I made a copy of it, and here it is.” - </p> - <p> - Again he produced a paper. The new dance was in this form: - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img04.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="NEVER"> - </div> - - <p> - “Tell me,” said Holmes—and I could see by his eyes that he was much - excited—“was this a mere addition to the first or did it appear to - be entirely separate?” - </p> - <p> - “It was on a different panel of the door.” - </p> - <p> - “Excellent! This is far the most important of all for our purpose. It - fills me with hopes. Now, Mr. Hilton Cubitt, please continue your most - interesting statement.” - </p> - <p> - “I have nothing more to say, Mr. Holmes, except that I was angry with my - wife that night for having held me back when I might have caught the - skulking rascal. She said that she feared that I might come to harm. For - an instant it had crossed my mind that perhaps what she really feared was - that <i>he</i> might come to harm, for I could not doubt that she knew who this - man was, and what he meant by these strange signals. But there is a tone - in my wife’s voice, Mr. Holmes, and a look in her eyes which forbid doubt, - and I am sure that it was indeed my own safety that was in her mind. - There’s the whole case, and now I want your advice as to what I ought to - do. My own inclination is to put half a dozen of my farm lads in the - shrubbery, and when this fellow comes again to give him such a hiding that - he will leave us in peace for the future.” - </p> - <p> - “I fear it is too deep a case for such simple remedies,” said Holmes. “How - long can you stay in London?” - </p> - <p> - “I must go back to-day. I would not leave my wife alone all night for - anything. She is very nervous, and begged me to come back.” - </p> - <p> - “I daresay you are right. But if you could have stopped, I might possibly - have been able to return with you in a day or two. Meanwhile you will - leave me these papers, and I think that it is very likely that I shall be - able to pay you a visit shortly and to throw some light upon your case.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes preserved his calm professional manner until our visitor - had left us, although it was easy for me, who knew him so well, to see - that he was profoundly excited. The moment that Hilton Cubitt’s broad back - had disappeared through the door my comrade rushed to the table, laid out - all the slips of paper containing dancing men in front of him, and threw - himself into an intricate and elaborate calculation. For two hours I - watched him as he covered sheet after sheet of paper with figures and - letters, so completely absorbed in his task that he had evidently - forgotten my presence. Sometimes he was making progress and whistled and - sang at his work; sometimes he was puzzled, and would sit for long spells - with a furrowed brow and a vacant eye. Finally he sprang from his chair - with a cry of satisfaction, and walked up and down the room rubbing his - hands together. Then he wrote a long telegram upon a cable form. “If my - answer to this is as I hope, you will have a very pretty case to add to - your collection, Watson,” said he. “I expect that we shall be able to go - down to Norfolk tomorrow, and to take our friend some very definite news - as to the secret of his annoyance.” - </p> - <p> - I confess that I was filled with curiosity, but I was aware that Holmes - liked to make his disclosures at his own time and in his own way, so I - waited until it should suit him to take me into his confidence. - </p> - <p> - But there was a delay in that answering telegram, and two days of - impatience followed, during which Holmes pricked up his ears at every ring - of the bell. On the evening of the second there came a letter from Hilton - Cubitt. All was quiet with him, save that a long inscription had appeared - that morning upon the pedestal of the sundial. He inclosed a copy of it, - which is here reproduced: - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:100%;"> - <img src="images/img05.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="ELSIE-PREPARE-TO-MEET-THY-GOD"> - </div> - - <p> - Holmes bent over this grotesque frieze for some minutes, and then suddenly - sprang to his feet with an exclamation of surprise and dismay. His face - was haggard with anxiety. - </p> - <p> - “We have let this affair go far enough,” said he. “Is there a train to - North Walsham to-night?” - </p> - <p> - I turned up the time-table. The last had just gone. - </p> - <p> - “Then we shall breakfast early and take the very first in the morning,” - said Holmes. “Our presence is most urgently needed. Ah! here is our - expected cablegram. One moment, Mrs. Hudson, there may be an answer. No, - that is quite as I expected. This message makes it even more essential - that we should not lose an hour in letting Hilton Cubitt know how matters - stand, for it is a singular and a dangerous web in which our simple - Norfolk squire is entangled.” - </p> - <p> - So, indeed, it proved, and as I come to the dark conclusion of a story - which had seemed to me to be only childish and bizarre, I experience once - again the dismay and horror with which I was filled. Would that I had some - brighter ending to communicate to my readers, but these are the chronicles - of fact, and I must follow to their dark crisis the strange chain of - events which for some days made Riding Thorpe Manor a household word - through the length and breadth of England. - </p> - <p> - We had hardly alighted at North Walsham, and mentioned the name of our - destination, when the station-master hurried towards us. “I suppose that - you are the detectives from London?” said he. - </p> - <p> - A look of annoyance passed over Holmes’s face. - </p> - <p> - “What makes you think such a thing?” - </p> - <p> - “Because Inspector Martin from Norwich has just passed through. But maybe - you are the surgeons. She’s not dead—or wasn’t by last accounts. You - may be in time to save her yet—though it be for the gallows.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes’s brow was dark with anxiety. - </p> - <p> - “We are going to Riding Thorpe Manor,” said he, “but we have heard nothing - of what has passed there.” - </p> - <p> - “It’s a terrible business,” said the stationmaster. “They are shot, both - Mr. Hilton Cubitt and his wife. She shot him and then herself—so the - servants say. He’s dead and her life is despaired of. Dear, dear, one of - the oldest families in the county of Norfolk, and one of the most - honoured.” - </p> - <p> - Without a word Holmes hurried to a carriage, and during the long seven - miles’ drive he never opened his mouth. Seldom have I seen him so utterly - despondent. He had been uneasy during all our journey from town, and I had - observed that he had turned over the morning papers with anxious - attention, but now this sudden realization of his worst fears left him in - a blank melancholy. He leaned back in his seat, lost in gloomy - speculation. Yet there was much around to interest us, for we were passing - through as singular a countryside as any in England, where a few scattered - cottages represented the population of to-day, while on every hand - enormous square-towered churches bristled up from the flat green landscape - and told of the glory and prosperity of old East Anglia. At last the - violet rim of the German Ocean appeared over the green edge of the Norfolk - coast, and the driver pointed with his whip to two old brick and timber - gables which projected from a grove of trees. “That’s Riding Thorpe - Manor,” said he. - </p> - <p> - As we drove up to the porticoed front door, I observed in front of it, - beside the tennis lawn, the black tool-house and the pedestalled sundial - with which we had such strange associations. A dapper little man, with a - quick, alert manner and a waxed moustache, had just descended from a high - dog-cart. He introduced himself as Inspector Martin, of the Norfolk - Constabulary, and he was considerably astonished when he heard the name of - my companion. - </p> - <p> - “Why, Mr. Holmes, the crime was only committed at three this morning. How - could you hear of it in London and get to the spot as soon as I?” - </p> - <p> - “I anticipated it. I came in the hope of preventing it.” - </p> - <p> - “Then you must have important evidence, of which we are ignorant, for they - were said to be a most united couple.” - </p> - <p> - “I have only the evidence of the dancing men,” said Holmes. “I will - explain the matter to you later. Meanwhile, since it is too late to - prevent this tragedy, I am very anxious that I should use the knowledge - which I possess in order to insure that justice be done. Will you - associate me in your investigation, or will you prefer that I should act - independently?” - </p> - <p> - “I should be proud to feel that we were acting together, Mr. Holmes,” said - the inspector, earnestly. - </p> - <p> - “In that case I should be glad to hear the evidence and to examine the - premises without an instant of unnecessary delay.” - </p> - <p> - Inspector Martin had the good sense to allow my friend to do things in his - own fashion, and contented himself with carefully noting the results. The - local surgeon, an old, white-haired man, had just come down from Mrs. - Hilton Cubitt’s room, and he reported that her injuries were serious, but - not necessarily fatal. The bullet had passed through the front of her - brain, and it would probably be some time before she could regain - consciousness. On the question of whether she had been shot or had shot - herself, he would not venture to express any decided opinion. Certainly - the bullet had been discharged at very close quarters. There was only the - one pistol found in the room, two barrels of which had been emptied. Mr. - Hilton Cubitt had been shot through the heart. It was equally conceivable - that he had shot her and then himself, or that she had been the criminal, - for the revolver lay upon the floor midway between them. - </p> - <p> - “Has he been moved?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “We have moved nothing except the lady. We could not leave her lying - wounded upon the floor.” - </p> - <p> - “How long have you been here, Doctor?” - </p> - <p> - “Since four o’clock.” - </p> - <p> - “Anyone else?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, the constable here.” - </p> - <p> - “And you have touched nothing?” - </p> - <p> - “Nothing.” - </p> - <p> - “You have acted with great discretion. Who sent for you?” - </p> - <p> - “The housemaid, Saunders.” - </p> - <p> - “Was it she who gave the alarm?” - </p> - <p> - “She and Mrs. King, the cook.” - </p> - <p> - “Where are they now?” - </p> - <p> - “In the kitchen, I believe.” - </p> - <p> - “Then I think we had better hear their story at once.” - </p> - <p> - The old hall, oak-panelled and high-windowed, had been turned into a court - of investigation. Holmes sat in a great, old-fashioned chair, his - inexorable eyes gleaming out of his haggard face. I could read in them a - set purpose to devote his life to this quest until the client whom he had - failed to save should at last be avenged. The trim Inspector Martin, the - old, grey-headed country doctor, myself, and a stolid village policeman - made up the rest of that strange company. - </p> - <p> - The two women told their story clearly enough. They had been aroused from - their sleep by the sound of an explosion, which had been followed a minute - later by a second one. They slept in adjoining rooms, and Mrs. King had - rushed in to Saunders. Together they had descended the stairs. The door of - the study was open, and a candle was burning upon the table. Their master - lay upon his face in the centre of the room. He was quite dead. Near the - window his wife was crouching, her head leaning against the wall. She was - horribly wounded, and the side of her face was red with blood. She - breathed heavily, but was incapable of saying anything. The passage, as - well as the room, was full of smoke and the smell of powder. The window - was certainly shut and fastened upon the inside. Both women were positive - upon the point. They had at once sent for the doctor and for the - constable. Then, with the aid of the groom and the stable-boy, they had - conveyed their injured mistress to her room. Both she and her husband had - occupied the bed. She was clad in her dress—he in his dressing-gown, - over his night-clothes. Nothing had been moved in the study. So far as - they knew, there had never been any quarrel between husband and wife. They - had always looked upon them as a very united couple. - </p> - <p> - These were the main points of the servants’ evidence. In answer to - Inspector Martin, they were clear that every door was fastened upon the - inside, and that no one could have escaped from the house. In answer to - Holmes, they both remembered that they were conscious of the smell of - powder from the moment that they ran out of their rooms upon the top - floor. “I commend that fact very carefully to your attention,” said Holmes - to his professional colleague. “And now I think that we are in a position - to undertake a thorough examination of the room.” - </p> - <p> - The study proved to be a small chamber, lined on three sides with books, - and with a writing-table facing an ordinary window, which looked out upon - the garden. Our first attention was given to the body of the unfortunate - squire, whose huge frame lay stretched across the room. His disordered - dress showed that he had been hastily aroused from sleep. The bullet had - been fired at him from the front, and had remained in his body, after - penetrating the heart. His death had certainly been instantaneous and - painless. There was no powder-marking either upon his dressing-gown or on - his hands. According to the country surgeon, the lady had stains upon her - face, but none upon her hand. - </p> - <p> - “The absence of the latter means nothing, though its presence may mean - everything,” said Holmes. “Unless the powder from a badly fitting - cartridge happens to spurt backward, one may fire many shots without - leaving a sign. I would suggest that Mr. Cubitt’s body may now be removed. - I suppose, Doctor, you have not recovered the bullet which wounded the - lady?” - </p> - <p> - “A serious operation will be necessary before that can be done. But there - are still four cartridges in the revolver. Two have been fired and two - wounds inflicted, so that each bullet can be accounted for.” - </p> - <p> - “So it would seem,” said Holmes. “Perhaps you can account also for the - bullet which has so obviously struck the edge of the window?” - </p> - <p> - He had turned suddenly, and his long, thin finger was pointing to a hole - which had been drilled right through the lower window-sash, about an inch - above the bottom. - </p> - <p> - “By George!” cried the inspector. “How ever did you see that?” - </p> - <p> - “Because I looked for it.” - </p> - <p> - “Wonderful!” said the country doctor. “You are certainly right, sir. Then - a third shot has been fired, and therefore a third person must have been - present. But who could that have been, and how could he have got away?” - </p> - <p> - “That is the problem which we are now about to solve,” said Sherlock - Holmes. “You remember, Inspector Martin, when the servants said that on - leaving their room they were at once conscious of a smell of powder, I - remarked that the point was an extremely important one?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir; but I confess I did not quite follow you.” - </p> - <p> - “It suggested that at the time of the firing, the window as well as the - door of the room had been open. Otherwise the fumes of powder could not - have been blown so rapidly through the house. A draught in the room was - necessary for that. Both door and window were only open for a very short - time, however.” - </p> - <p> - “How do you prove that?” - </p> - <p> - “Because the candle was not guttered.” - </p> - <p> - “Capital!” cried the inspector. “Capital! - </p> - <p> - “Feeling sure that the window had been open at the time of the tragedy, I - conceived that there might have been a third person in the affair, who - stood outside this opening and fired through it. Any shot directed at this - person might hit the sash. I looked, and there, sure enough, was the - bullet mark!” - </p> - <p> - “But how came the window to be shut and fastened?” - </p> - <p> - “The woman’s first instinct would be to shut and fasten the window. But, - halloa! What is this?” - </p> - <p> - It was a lady’s hand-bag which stood upon the study table—a trim - little handbag of crocodile-skin and silver. Holmes opened it and turned - the contents out. There were twenty fifty-pound notes of the Bank of - England, held together by an india-rubber band—nothing else. - </p> - <p> - “This must be preserved, for it will figure in the trial,” said Holmes, as - he handed the bag with its contents to the inspector. “It is now necessary - that we should try to throw some light upon this third bullet, which has - clearly, from the splintering of the wood, been fired from inside the - room. I should like to see Mrs. King, the cook, again. You said, Mrs. - King, that you were awakened by a <i>loud</i> explosion. When you said that, did - you mean that it seemed to you to be louder than the second one?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, sir, it wakened me from my sleep, so it is hard to judge. But it - did seem very loud.” - </p> - <p> - “You don’t think that it might have been two shots fired almost at the - same instant?” - </p> - <p> - “I am sure I couldn’t say, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “I believe that it was undoubtedly so. I rather think, Inspector Martin, - that we have now exhausted all that this room can teach us. If you will - kindly step round with me, we shall see what fresh evidence the garden has - to offer.” - </p> - <p> - A flower-bed extended up to the study window, and we all broke into an - exclamation as we approached it. The flowers were trampled down, and the - soft soil was imprinted all over with footmarks. Large, masculine feet - they were, with peculiarly long, sharp toes. Holmes hunted about among the - grass and leaves like a retriever after a wounded bird. Then, with a cry - of satisfaction, he bent forward and picked up a little brazen cylinder. - </p> - <p> - “I thought so,” said he, “the revolver had an ejector, and here is the - third cartridge. I really think, Inspector Martin, that our case is almost - complete.” - </p> - <p> - The country inspector’s face had shown his intense amazement at the rapid - and masterful progress of Holmes’s investigation. At first he had shown - some disposition to assert his own position, but now he was overcome with - admiration, and ready to follow without question wherever Holmes led. - </p> - <p> - “Whom do you suspect?” he asked. - </p> - <p> - “I’ll go into that later. There are several points in this problem which I - have not been able to explain to you yet. Now that I have got so far, I - had best proceed on my own lines, and then clear the whole matter up once - and for all.” - </p> - <p> - “Just as you wish, Mr. Holmes, so long as we get our man.” - </p> - <p> - “I have no desire to make mysteries, but it is impossible at the moment of - action to enter into long and complex explanations. I have the threads of - this affair all in my hand. Even if this lady should never recover - consciousness, we can still reconstruct the events of last night and - insure that justice be done. First of all, I wish to know whether there is - any inn in this neighbourhood known as ‘Elrige’s’?” - </p> - <p> - The servants were cross-questioned, but none of them had heard of such a - place. The stable-boy threw a light upon the matter by remembering that a - farmer of that name lived some miles off, in the direction of East Ruston. - </p> - <p> - “Is it a lonely farm?” - </p> - <p> - “Very lonely, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Perhaps they have not heard yet of all that happened here during the - night?” - </p> - <p> - “Maybe not, sir.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes thought for a little, and then a curious smile played over his - face. - </p> - <p> - “Saddle a horse, my lad,” said he. “I shall wish you to take a note to - Elrige’s Farm.” - </p> - <p> - He took from his pocket the various slips of the dancing men. With these - in front of him, he worked for some time at the study-table. Finally he - handed a note to the boy, with directions to put it into the hands of the - person to whom it was addressed, and especially to answer no questions of - any sort which might be put to him. I saw the outside of the note, - addressed in straggling, irregular characters, very unlike Holmes’s usual - precise hand. It was consigned to Mr. Abe Slaney, Elriges Farm, East - Ruston, Norfolk. - </p> - <p> - “I think, Inspector,” Holmes remarked, “that you would do well to - telegraph for an escort, as, if my calculations prove to be correct, you - may have a particularly dangerous prisoner to convey to the county jail. - The boy who takes this note could no doubt forward your telegram. If there - is an afternoon train to town, Watson, I think we should do well to take - it, as I have a chemical analysis of some interest to finish, and this - investigation draws rapidly to a close.” - </p> - <p> - When the youth had been dispatched with the note, Sherlock Holmes gave his - instructions to the servants. If any visitor were to call asking for Mrs. - Hilton Cubitt, no information should be given as to her condition, but he - was to be shown at once into the drawing-room. He impressed these points - upon them with the utmost earnestness. Finally he led the way into the - drawing-room, with the remark that the business was now out of our hands, - and that we must while away the time as best we might until we could see - what was in store for us. The doctor had departed to his patients, and - only the inspector and myself remained. - </p> - <p> - “I think that I can help you to pass an hour in an interesting and - profitable manner,” said Holmes, drawing his chair up to the table, and - spreading out in front of him the various papers upon which were recorded - the antics of the dancing men. “As to you, friend Watson, I owe you every - atonement for having allowed your natural curiosity to remain so long - unsatisfied. To you, Inspector, the whole incident may appeal as a - remarkable professional study. I must tell you, first of all, the - interesting circumstances connected with the previous consultations which - Mr. Hilton Cubitt has had with me in Baker Street.” He then shortly - recapitulated the facts which have already been recorded. “I have here in - front of me these singular productions, at which one might smile, had they - not proved themselves to be the forerunners of so terrible a tragedy. I am - fairly familiar with all forms of secret writings, and am myself the - author of a trifling monograph upon the subject, in which I analyze one - hundred and sixty separate ciphers, but I confess that this is entirely - new to me. The object of those who invented the system has apparently been - to conceal that these characters convey a message, and to give the idea - that they are the mere random sketches of children. - </p> - <p> - “Having once recognized, however, that the symbols stood for letters, and - having applied the rules which guide us in all forms of secret writings, - the solution was easy enough. The first message submitted to me was so - short that it was impossible for me to do more than to say, with some - confidence, that the symbol XXX stood for E. As you are aware, E is the - most common letter in the English alphabet, and it predominates to so - marked an extent that even in a short sentence one would expect to find it - most often. Out of fifteen symbols in the first message, four were the - same, so it was reasonable to set this down as E. It is true that in some - cases the figure was bearing a flag, and in some cases not, but it was - probable, from the way in which the flags were distributed, that they were - used to break the sentence up into words. I accepted this as a hypothesis, - and noted that E was represented by - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img06.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="E"> - </div> - - <p> - “But now came the real difficulty of the inquiry. The order of the English - letters after E is by no means well marked, and any preponderance which - may be shown in an average of a printed sheet may be reversed in a single - short sentence. Speaking roughly, T, A, O, I, N, S, H, R, D, and L are the - numerical order in which letters occur, but T, A, O, and I are very nearly - abreast of each other, and it would be an endless task to try each - combination until a meaning was arrived at. I therefore waited for fresh - material. In my second interview with Mr. Hilton Cubitt he was able to - give me two other short sentences and one message, which appeared—since - there was no flag—to be a single word. Here are the symbols. Now, in - the single word I have already got the two E’s coming second and fourth in - a word of five letters. It might be ‘sever,’ or ‘lever,’ or ‘never.’ There - can be no question that the latter as a reply to an appeal is far the most - probable, and the circumstances pointed to its being a reply written by - the lady. Accepting it as correct, we are now able to say that the symbols - stand respectively for N, V, and R. - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img07.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="N-V-R"> - </div> - - <p> - “Even now I was in considerable difficulty, but a happy thought put me in - possession of several other letters. It occurred to me that if these - appeals came, as I expected, from someone who had been intimate with the - lady in her early life, a combination which contained two E’s with three - letters between might very well stand for the name ‘ELSIE.’ On examination - I found that such a combination formed the termination of the message - which was three times repeated. It was certainly some appeal to ‘Elsie.’ - In this way I had got my L, S, and I. But what appeal could it be? There - were only four letters in the word which preceded ‘Elsie,’ and it ended in - E. Surely the word must be ‘COME.’ I tried all other four letters ending - in E, but could find none to fit the case. So now I was in possession of - C, O, and M, and I was in a position to attack the first message once - more, dividing it into words and putting dots for each symbol which was - still unknown. So treated, it worked out in this fashion: - </p> - <p class="center"> - .M .ERE ..E SL.NE. - </p> - <p> - “Now the first letter <i>can</i> only be A, which is a most useful discovery, - since it occurs no fewer than three times in this short sentence, and the - H is also apparent in the second word. Now it becomes: - </p> - <p class="center"> - AM HERE A.E SLANE. - </p> - <p class="noindent"> - Or, filling in the obvious vacancies in the name: - </p> - <p class="center"> - AM HERE ABE SLANEY. - </p> - <p class="noindent"> - I had so many letters now that I could proceed with considerable - confidence to the second message, which worked out in this fashion: - </p> - <p class="center"> - A. ELRI. ES. - </p> - <p class="noindent"> - Here I could only make sense by putting T and G for the missing letters, - and supposing that the name was that of some house or inn at which the - writer was staying.” - </p> - <p> - Inspector Martin and I had listened with the utmost interest to the full - and clear account of how my friend had produced results which had led to - so complete a command over our difficulties. - </p> - <p> - “What did you do then, sir?” asked the inspector. - </p> - <p> - “I had every reason to suppose that this Abe Slaney was an American, since - Abe is an American contraction, and since a letter from America had been - the starting-point of all the trouble. I had also every cause to think - that there was some criminal secret in the matter. The lady’s allusions to - her past, and her refusal to take her husband into her confidence, both - pointed in that direction. I therefore cabled to my friend, Wilson - Hargreave, of the New York Police Bureau, who has more than once made use - of my knowledge of London crime. I asked him whether the name of Abe - Slaney was known to him. Here is his reply: ‘The most dangerous crook in - Chicago.’ On the very evening upon which I had his answer, Hilton Cubitt - sent me the last message from Slaney. Working with known letters, it took - this form: - </p> - <p class="center"> - ELSIE .RE.ARE TO MEET THY GO. - </p> - <p class="noindent"> - The addition of a P and a D completed a message which showed me that the - rascal was proceeding from persuasion to threats, and my knowledge of the - crooks of Chicago prepared me to find that he might very rapidly put his - words into action. I at once came to Norfolk with my friend and colleague, - Dr. Watson, but, unhappily, only in time to find that the worst had - already occurred.” - </p> - <p> - “It is a privilege to be associated with you in the handling of a case,” - said the inspector, warmly. “You will excuse me, however, if I speak - frankly to you. You are only answerable to yourself, but I have to answer - to my superiors. If this Abe Slaney, living at Elrige’s, is indeed the - murderer, and if he has made his escape while I am seated here, I should - certainly get into serious trouble.” - </p> - <p> - “You need not be uneasy. He will not try to escape.” - </p> - <p> - “How do you know?” - </p> - <p> - “To fly would be a confession of guilt.” - </p> - <p> - “Then let us go arrest him.” - </p> - <p> - “I expect him here every instant.” - </p> - <p> - “But why should he come?” - </p> - <p> - “Because I have written and asked him.” - </p> - <p> - “But this is incredible, Mr. Holmes! Why should he come because you have - asked him? Would not such a request rather rouse his suspicions and cause - him to fly?” - </p> - <p> - “I think I have known how to frame the letter,” said Sherlock Holmes. “In - fact, if I am not very much mistaken, here is the gentleman himself coming - up the drive.” - </p> - <p> - A man was striding up the path which led to the door. He was a tall, - handsome, swarthy fellow, clad in a suit of grey flannel, with a Panama - hat, a bristling black beard, and a great, aggressive hooked nose, and - flourishing a cane as he walked. He swaggered up a path as if the place - belonged to him, and we heard his loud, confident peal at the bell. - </p> - <p> - “I think, gentlemen,” said Holmes, quietly, “that we had best take up our - position behind the door. Every precaution is necessary when dealing with - such a fellow. You will need your handcuffs, Inspector. You can leave the - talking to me.” - </p> - <p> - We waited in silence for a minute—one of those minutes which one can - never forget. Then the door opened and the man stepped in. In an instant - Holmes clapped a pistol to his head, and Martin slipped the handcuffs over - his wrists. It was all done so swiftly and deftly that the fellow was - helpless before he knew that he was attacked. He glared from one to the - other of us with a pair of blazing black eyes. Then he burst into a bitter - laugh. - </p> - <p> - “Well, gentlemen, you have the drop on me this time. I seem to have - knocked up against something hard. But I came here in answer to a letter - from Mrs. Hilton Cubitt. Don’t tell me that she is in this? Don’t tell me - that she helped to set a trap for me?” - </p> - <p> - “Mrs. Hilton Cubitt was seriously injured, and is at death’s door.” - </p> - <p> - The man gave a hoarse cry of grief, which rang through the house. - </p> - <p> - “You’re crazy!” he cried, fiercely. “It was he that was hurt, not she. Who - would have hurt little Elsie? I may have threatened her—God forgive - me!—but I would not have touched a hair of her pretty head. Take it - back—you! Say that she is not hurt!” - </p> - <p> - “She was found badly wounded, by the side of her dead husband.” - </p> - <p> - He sank with a deep groan on the settee and buried his face in his - manacled hands. For five minutes he was silent. Then he raised his face - once more, and spoke with the cold composure of despair. - </p> - <p> - “I have nothing to hide from you, gentlemen,” said he. “If I shot the man - he had his shot at me, and there’s no murder in that. But if you think I - could have hurt that woman, then you don’t know either me or her. I tell - you, there was never a man in this world loved a woman more than I loved - her. I had a right to her. She was pledged to me years ago. Who was this - Englishman that he should come between us? I tell you that I had the first - right to her, and that I was only claiming my own.” - </p> - <p> - “She broke away from your influence when she found the man that you are,” - said Holmes, sternly. “She fled from America to avoid you, and she married - an honourable gentleman in England. You dogged her and followed her and - made her life a misery to her, in order to induce her to abandon the - husband whom she loved and respected in order to fly with you, whom she - feared and hated. You have ended by bringing about the death of a noble - man and driving his wife to suicide. That is your record in this business, - Mr. Abe Slaney, and you will answer for it to the law.” - </p> - <p> - “If Elsie dies, I care nothing what becomes of me,” said the American. He - opened one of his hands, and looked at a note crumpled up in his palm. - “See here, mister! he cried, with a gleam of suspicion in his eyes, - “you’re not trying to scare me over this, are you? If the lady is hurt as - bad as you say, who was it that wrote this note?” He tossed it forward on - to the table. - </p> - <p> - “I wrote it, to bring you here.” - </p> - <p> - “You wrote it? There was no one on earth outside the Joint who knew the - secret of the dancing men. How came you to write it?” - </p> - <p> - “What one man can invent another can discover,” said Holmes. “There is a - cab coming to convey you to Norwich, Mr. Slaney. But meanwhile, you have - time to make some small reparation for the injury you have wrought. Are - you aware that Mrs. Hilton Cubitt has herself lain under grave suspicion - of the murder of her husband, and that it was only my presence here, and - the knowledge which I happened to possess, which has saved her from the - accusation? The least that you owe her is to make it clear to the whole - world that she was in no way, directly or indirectly, responsible for his - tragic end.” - </p> - <p> - “I ask nothing better,” said the American. “I guess the very best case I - can make for myself is the absolute naked truth.” - </p> - <p> - “It is my duty to warn you that it will be used against you,” cried the - inspector, with the magnificent fair play of the British criminal law. - </p> - <p> - Slaney shrugged his shoulders. - </p> - <p> - “I’ll chance that,” said he. “First of all, I want you gentlemen to - understand that I have known this lady since she was a child. There were - seven of us in a gang in Chicago, and Elsie’s father was the boss of the - Joint. He was a clever man, was old Patrick. It was he who invented that - writing, which would pass as a child’s scrawl unless you just happened to - have the key to it. Well, Elsie learned some of our ways, but she couldn’t - stand the business, and she had a bit of honest money of her own, so she - gave us all the slip and got away to London. She had been engaged to me, - and she would have married me, I believe, if I had taken over another - profession, but she would have nothing to do with anything on the cross. - It was only after her marriage to this Englishman that I was able to find - out where she was. I wrote to her, but got no answer. After that I came - over, and, as letters were no use, I put my messages where she could read - them. - </p> - <p> - “Well, I have been here a month now. I lived in that farm, where I had a - room down below, and could get in and out every night, and no one the - wiser. I tried all I could to coax Elsie away. I knew that she read the - messages, for once she wrote an answer under one of them. Then my temper - got the better of me, and I began to threaten her. She sent me a letter - then, imploring me to go away, and saying that it would break her heart if - any scandal should come upon her husband. She said that she would come - down when her husband was asleep at three in the morning, and speak with - me through the end window, if I would go away afterwards and leave her in - peace. She came down and brought money with her, trying to bribe me to go. - This made me mad, and I caught her arm and tried to pull her through the - window. At that moment in rushed the husband with his revolver in his - hand. Elsie had sunk down upon the floor, and we were face to face. I was - heeled also, and I held up my gun to scare him off and let me get away. He - fired and missed me. I pulled off almost at the same instant, and down he - dropped. I made away across the garden, and as I went I heard the window - shut behind me. That’s God’s truth, gentlemen, every word of it, and I - heard no more about it until that lad came riding up with a note which - made me walk in here, like a jay, and give myself into your hands.” - </p> - <p> - A cab had driven up whilst the American had been talking. Two uniformed - policemen sat inside. Inspector Martin rose and touched his prisoner on - the shoulder. - </p> - <p> - “It is time for us to go.” - </p> - <p> - “Can I see her first?” - </p> - <p> - “No, she is not conscious. Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I only hope that if ever - again I have an important case, I shall have the good fortune to have you - by my side.” - </p> - <p> - We stood at the window and watched the cab drive away. As I turned back, - my eye caught the pellet of paper which the prisoner had tossed upon the - table. It was the note with which Holmes had decoyed him. - </p> - <p> - “See if you can read it, Watson,” said he, with a smile. - </p> - <p> - It contained no word, but this little line of dancing men: - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:90%;"> - <img src="images/img08.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="COME-HERE-AT-ONCE"> - </div> - - <p> - “If you use the code which I have explained,” said Holmes, “you will find - that it simply means ‘Come here at once.’ I was convinced that it was an - invitation which he would not refuse, since he could never imagine that it - could come from anyone but the lady. And so, my dear Watson, we have ended - by turning the dancing men to good when they have so often been the agents - of evil, and I think that I have fulfilled my promise of giving you - something unusual for your notebook. Three-forty is our train, and I fancy - we should be back in Baker Street for dinner.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - Only one word of epilogue. The American, Abe Slaney, was condemned to - death at the winter assizes at Norwich, but his penalty was changed to - penal servitude in consideration of mitigating circumstances, and the - certainty that Hilton Cubitt had fired the first shot. Of Mrs. Hilton - Cubitt I only know that I have heard she recovered entirely, and that she - still remains a widow, devoting her whole life to the care of the poor and - to the administration of her husband’s estate. - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap04"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST</h2> - - <p> - From the years 1894 to 1901 inclusive, Mr. Sherlock Holmes was a very busy - man. It is safe to say that there was no public case of any difficulty in - which he was not consulted during those eight years, and there were - hundreds of private cases, some of them of the most intricate and - extraordinary character, in which he played a prominent part. Many - startling successes and a few unavoidable failures were the outcome of - this long period of continuous work. As I have preserved very full notes - of all these cases, and was myself personally engaged in many of them, it - may be imagined that it is no easy task to know which I should select to - lay before the public. I shall, however, preserve my former rule, and give - the preference to those cases which derive their interest not so much from - the brutality of the crime as from the ingenuity and dramatic quality of - the solution. For this reason I will now lay before the reader the facts - connected with Miss Violet Smith, the solitary cyclist of Charlington, and - the curious sequel of our investigation, which culminated in unexpected - tragedy. It is true that the circumstance did not admit of any striking - illustration of those powers for which my friend was famous, but there - were some points about the case which made it stand out in those long - records of crime from which I gather the material for these little - narratives. - </p> - <p> - On referring to my notebook for the year 1895, I find that it was upon - Saturday, the 23rd of April, that we first heard of Miss Violet Smith. Her - visit was, I remember, extremely unwelcome to Holmes, for he was immersed - at the moment in a very abstruse and complicated problem concerning the - peculiar persecution to which John Vincent Harden, the well-known tobacco - millionaire, had been subjected. My friend, who loved above all things - precision and concentration of thought, resented anything which distracted - his attention from the matter in hand. And yet, without a harshness which - was foreign to his nature, it was impossible to refuse to listen to the - story of the young and beautiful woman, tall, graceful, and queenly, who - presented herself at Baker Street late in the evening, and implored his - assistance and advice. It was vain to urge that his time was already fully - occupied, for the young lady had come with the determination to tell her - story, and it was evident that nothing short of force could get her out of - the room until she had done so. With a resigned air and a somewhat weary - smile, Holmes begged the beautiful intruder to take a seat, and to inform - us what it was that was troubling her. - </p> - <p> - “At least it cannot be your health,” said he, as his keen eyes darted over - her, “so ardent a bicyclist must be full of energy.” - </p> - <p> - She glanced down in surprise at her own feet, and I observed the slight - roughening of the side of the sole caused by the friction of the edge of - the pedal. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I bicycle a good deal, Mr. Holmes, and that has something to do with - my visit to you to-day.” - </p> - <p> - My friend took the lady’s ungloved hand, and examined it with as close an - attention and as little sentiment as a scientist would show to a specimen. - </p> - <p> - “You will excuse me, I am sure. It is my business,” said he, as he dropped - it. “I nearly fell into the error of supposing that you were typewriting. - Of course, it is obvious that it is music. You observe the spatulate - finger-ends, Watson, which is common to both professions? There is a - spirituality about the face, however”—she gently turned it towards - the light—“which the typewriter does not generate. This lady is a - musician.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, Mr. Holmes, I teach music.” - </p> - <p> - “In the country, I presume, from your complexion.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, near Farnham, on the borders of Surrey.” - </p> - <p> - “A beautiful neighbourhood, and full of the most interesting associations. - You remember, Watson, that it was near there that we took Archie Stamford, - the forger. Now, Miss Violet, what has happened to you, near Farnham, on - the borders of Surrey?” - </p> - <p> - The young lady, with great clearness and composure, made the following - curious statement: - </p> - <p> - “My father is dead, Mr. Holmes. He was James Smith, who conducted the - orchestra at the old Imperial Theatre. My mother and I were left without a - relation in the world except one uncle, Ralph Smith, who went to Africa - twenty-five years ago, and we have never had a word from him since. When - father died, we were left very poor, but one day we were told that there - was an advertisement in <i>The Times</i>, inquiring for our whereabouts. You can - imagine how excited we were, for we thought that someone had left us a - fortune. We went at once to the lawyer whose name was given in the paper. - There we met two gentlemen, Mr. Carruthers and Mr. Woodley, who were home - on a visit from South Africa. They said that my uncle was a friend of - theirs, that he had died some months before in great poverty in - Johannesburg, and that he had asked them with his last breath to hunt up - his relations, and see that they were in no want. It seemed strange to us - that Uncle Ralph, who took no notice of us when he was alive, should be so - careful to look after us when he was dead, but Mr. Carruthers explained - that the reason was that my uncle had just heard of the death of his - brother, and so felt responsible for our fate.” - </p> - <p> - “Excuse me,” said Holmes. “When was this interview?” - </p> - <p> - “Last December—four months ago.” - </p> - <p> - “Pray proceed.” - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Woodley seemed to me to be a most odious person. He was for ever - making eyes at me—a coarse, puffy-faced, red-moustached young man, - with his hair plastered down on each side of his forehead. I thought that - he was perfectly hateful—and I was sure that Cyril would not wish me - to know such a person.” - </p> - <p> - “Oh, Cyril is his name!” said Holmes, smiling. - </p> - <p> - The young lady blushed and laughed. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, Mr. Holmes, Cyril Morton, an electrical engineer, and we hope to be - married at the end of the summer. Dear me, how <i>did</i> I get talking about - him? What I wished to say was that Mr. Woodley was perfectly odious, but - that Mr. Carruthers, who was a much older man, was more agreeable. He was - a dark, sallow, clean-shaven, silent person, but he had polite manners and - a pleasant smile. He inquired how we were left, and on finding that we - were very poor, he suggested that I should come and teach music to his - only daughter, aged ten. I said that I did not like to leave my mother, on - which he suggested that I should go home to her every week-end, and he - offered me a hundred a year, which was certainly splendid pay. So it ended - by my accepting, and I went down to Chiltern Grange, about six miles from - Farnham. Mr. Carruthers was a widower, but he had engaged a lady - housekeeper, a very respectable, elderly person, called Mrs. Dixon, to - look after his establishment. The child was a dear, and everything - promised well. Mr. Carruthers was very kind and very musical, and we had - most pleasant evenings together. Every week-end I went home to my mother - in town. - </p> - <p> - “The first flaw in my happiness was the arrival of the red-moustached Mr. - Woodley. He came for a visit of a week, and oh! it seemed three months to - me. He was a dreadful person—a bully to everyone else, but to me - something infinitely worse. He made odious love to me, boasted of his - wealth, said that if I married him I could have the finest diamonds in - London, and finally, when I would have nothing to do with him, he seized - me in his arms one day after dinner—he was hideously strong—and - swore that he would not let me go until I had kissed him. Mr. Carruthers - came in and tore him from me, on which he turned upon his own host, - knocking him down and cutting his face open. That was the end of his - visit, as you can imagine. Mr. Carruthers apologized to me next day, and - assured me that I should never be exposed to such an insult again. I have - not seen Mr. Woodley since. - </p> - <p> - “And now, Mr. Holmes, I come at last to the special thing which has caused - me to ask your advice to-day. You must know that every Saturday forenoon I - ride on my bicycle to Farnham Station, in order to get the 12:22 to town. - The road from Chiltern Grange is a lonely one, and at one spot it is - particularly so, for it lies for over a mile between Charlington Heath - upon one side and the woods which lie round Charlington Hall upon the - other. You could not find a more lonely tract of road anywhere, and it is - quite rare to meet so much as a cart, or a peasant, until you reach the - high road near Crooksbury Hill. Two weeks ago I was passing this place, - when I chanced to look back over my shoulder, and about two hundred yards - behind me I saw a man, also on a bicycle. He seemed to be a middle-aged - man, with a short, dark beard. I looked back before I reached Farnham, but - the man was gone, so I thought no more about it. But you can imagine how - surprised I was, Mr. Holmes, when, on my return on the Monday, I saw the - same man on the same stretch of road. My astonishment was increased when - the incident occurred again, exactly as before, on the following Saturday - and Monday. He always kept his distance and did not molest me in any way, - but still it certainly was very odd. I mentioned it to Mr. Carruthers, who - seemed interested in what I said, and told me that he had ordered a horse - and trap, so that in future I should not pass over these lonely roads - without some companion. - </p> - <p> - “The horse and trap were to have come this week, but for some reason they - were not delivered, and again I had to cycle to the station. That was this - morning. You can think that I looked out when I came to Charlington Heath, - and there, sure enough, was the man, exactly as he had been the two weeks - before. He always kept so far from me that I could not clearly see his - face, but it was certainly someone whom I did not know. He was dressed in - a dark suit with a cloth cap. The only thing about his face that I could - clearly see was his dark beard. To-day I was not alarmed, but I was filled - with curiosity, and I determined to find out who he was and what he - wanted. I slowed down my machine, but he slowed down his. Then I stopped - altogether, but he stopped also. Then I laid a trap for him. There is a - sharp turning of the road, and I pedalled very quickly round this, and - then I stopped and waited. I expected him to shoot round and pass me - before he could stop. But he never appeared. Then I went back and looked - round the corner. I could see a mile of road, but he was not on it. To - make it the more extraordinary, there was no side road at this point down - which he could have gone.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes chuckled and rubbed his hands. “This case certainly presents some - features of its own,” said he. “How much time elapsed between your turning - the corner and your discovery that the road was clear?” - </p> - <p> - “Two or three minutes.” - </p> - <p> - “Then he could not have retreated down the road, and you say that there - are no side roads?” - </p> - <p> - “None.” - </p> - <p> - “Then he certainly took a footpath on one side or the other.” - </p> - <p> - “It could not have been on the side of the heath, or I should have seen - him.” - </p> - <p> - “So, by the process of exclusion, we arrive at the fact that he made his - way toward Charlington Hall, which, as I understand, is situated in its - own grounds on one side of the road. Anything else?” - </p> - <p> - “Nothing, Mr. Holmes, save that I was so perplexed that I felt I should - not be happy until I had seen you and had your advice.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes sat in silence for some little time. - </p> - <p> - “Where is the gentleman to whom you are engaged?” he asked at last. - </p> - <p> - “He is in the Midland Electrical Company, at Coventry.” - </p> - <p> - “He would not pay you a surprise visit?” - </p> - <p> - “Oh, Mr. Holmes! As if I should not know him!” - </p> - <p> - “Have you had any other admirers?” - </p> - <p> - “Several before I knew Cyril.” - </p> - <p> - “And since?” - </p> - <p> - “There was this dreadful man, Woodley, if you can call him an admirer.” - </p> - <p> - “No one else?” - </p> - <p> - Our fair client seemed a little confused. - </p> - <p> - “Who was he?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Oh, it may be a mere fancy of mine; but it had seemed to me sometimes - that my employer, Mr. Carruthers, takes a great deal of interest in me. We - are thrown rather together. I play his accompaniments in the evening. He - has never said anything. He is a perfect gentleman. But a girl always - knows.” - </p> - <p> - “Ha!” Holmes looked grave. “What does he do for a living?” - </p> - <p> - “He is a rich man.” - </p> - <p> - “No carriages or horses?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, at least he is fairly well-to-do. But he goes into the city two or - three times a week. He is deeply interested in South African gold shares.” - </p> - <p> - “You will let me know any fresh development, Miss Smith. I am very busy - just now, but I will find time to make some inquiries into your case. In - the meantime, take no step without letting me know. Good-bye, and I trust - that we shall have nothing but good news from you.” - </p> - <p> - “It is part of the settled order of Nature that such a girl should have - followers,” said Holmes, he pulled at his meditative pipe, “but for choice - not on bicycles in lonely country roads. Some secretive lover, beyond all - doubt. But there are curious and suggestive details about the case, - Watson.” - </p> - <p> - “That he should appear only at that point?” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. Our first effort must be to find who are the tenants of - Charlington Hall. Then, again, how about the connection between Carruthers - and Woodley, since they appear to be men of such a different type? How - came they <i>both</i> to be so keen upon looking up Ralph Smith’s relations? One - more point. What sort of a <i>ménage</i> is it which pays double the market price - for a governess but does not keep a horse, although six miles from the - station? Odd, Watson—very odd!” - </p> - <p> - “You will go down?” - </p> - <p> - “No, my dear fellow, <i>you</i> will go down. This may be some trifling intrigue, - and I cannot break my other important research for the sake of it. On - Monday you will arrive early at Farnham; you will conceal yourself near - Charlington Heath; you will observe these facts for yourself, and act as - your own judgment advises. Then, having inquired as to the occupants of - the Hall, you will come back to me and report. And now, Watson, not - another word of the matter until we have a few solid stepping-stones on - which we may hope to get across to our solution.” - </p> - <p> - We had ascertained from the lady that she went down upon the Monday by the - train which leaves Waterloo at 9:50, so I started early and caught the - 9:13. At Farnham Station I had no difficulty in being directed to - Charlington Heath. It was impossible to mistake the scene of the young - lady’s adventure, for the road runs between the open heath on one side and - an old yew hedge upon the other, surrounding a park which is studded with - magnificent trees. There was a main gateway of lichen-studded stone, each - side pillar surmounted by mouldering heraldic emblems, but besides this - central carriage drive I observed several points where there were gaps in - the hedge and paths leading through them. The house was invisible from the - road, but the surroundings all spoke of gloom and decay. - </p> - <p> - The heath was covered with golden patches of flowering gorse, gleaming - magnificently in the light of the bright spring sunshine. Behind one of - these clumps I took up my position, so as to command both the gateway of - the Hall and a long stretch of the road upon either side. It had been - deserted when I left it, but now I saw a cyclist riding down it from the - opposite direction to that in which I had come. He was clad in a dark - suit, and I saw that he had a black beard. On reaching the end of the - Charlington grounds, he sprang from his machine and led it through a gap - in the hedge, disappearing from my view. - </p> - <p> - A quarter of an hour passed, and then a second cyclist appeared. This time - it was the young lady coming from the station. I saw her look about her as - she came to the Charlington hedge. An instant later the man emerged from - his hiding-place, sprang upon his cycle, and followed her. In all the - broad landscape those were the only moving figures, the graceful girl - sitting very straight upon her machine, and the man behind her bending low - over his handle-bar with a curiously furtive suggestion in every movement. - She looked back at him and slowed her pace. He slowed also. She stopped. - He at once stopped, too, keeping two hundred yards behind her. Her next - movement was as unexpected as it was spirited. She suddenly whisked her - wheels round and dashed straight at him. He was as quick as she, however, - and darted off in desperate flight. Presently she came back up the road - again, her head haughtily in the air, not deigning to take any further - notice of her silent attendant. He had turned also, and still kept his - distance until the curve of the road hid them from my sight. - </p> - <p> - I remained in my hiding-place, and it was well that I did so, for - presently the man reappeared, cycling slowly back. He turned in at the - Hall gates, and dismounted from his machine. For some minutes I could see - him standing among the trees. His hands were raised, and he seemed to be - settling his necktie. Then he mounted his cycle, and rode away from me - down the drive towards the Hall. I ran across the heath and peered through - the trees. Far away I could catch glimpses of the old grey building with - its bristling Tudor chimneys, but the drive ran through a dense shrubbery, - and I saw no more of my man. - </p> - <p> - However, it seemed to me that I had done a fairly good morning’s work, and - I walked back in high spirits to Farnham. The local house agent could tell - me nothing about Charlington Hall, and referred me to a well-known firm in - Pall Mall. There I halted on my way home, and met with courtesy from the - representative. No, I could not have Charlington Hall for the summer. I - was just too late. It had been let about a month ago. Mr. Williamson was - the name of the tenant. He was a respectable, elderly gentleman. The - polite agent was afraid he could say no more, as the affairs of his - clients were not matters which he could discuss. - </p> - <p> - Mr. Sherlock Holmes listened with attention to the long report which I was - able to present to him that evening, but it did not elicit that word of - curt praise which I had hoped for and should have valued. On the contrary, - his austere face was even more severe than usual as he commented upon the - things that I had done and the things that I had not. - </p> - <p> - “Your hiding-place, my dear Watson, was very faulty. You should have been - behind the hedge, then you would have had a close view of this interesting - person. As it is, you were some hundreds of yards away and can tell me - even less than Miss Smith. She thinks she does not know the man; I am - convinced she does. Why, otherwise, should he be so desperately anxious - that she should not get so near him as to see his features? You describe - him as bending over the handle-bar. Concealment again, you see. You really - have done remarkably badly. He returns to the house, and you want to find - out who he is. You come to a London house agent!” - </p> - <p> - “What should I have done?” I cried, with some heat. - </p> - <p> - “Gone to the nearest public-house. That is the centre of country gossip. - They would have told you every name, from the master to the scullery-maid. - Williamson? It conveys nothing to my mind. If he is an elderly man he is - not this active cyclist who sprints away from that young lady’s athletic - pursuit. What have we gained by your expedition? The knowledge that the - girl’s story is true. I never doubted it. That there is a connection - between the cyclist and the Hall. I never doubted that either. That the - Hall is tenanted by Williamson. Who’s the better for that? Well, well, my - dear sir, don’t look so depressed. We can do little more until next - Saturday, and in the meantime I may make one or two inquiries myself.” - </p> - <p> - Next morning, we had a note from Miss Smith, recounting shortly and - accurately the very incidents which I had seen, but the pith of the letter - lay in the postscript: - </p> - <p class="letter"> - “I am sure that you will respect my confidence, Mr. Holmes, when I - tell you that my place here has become difficult, owing to the fact that - my employer has proposed marriage to me. I am convinced that his feelings - are most deep and most honourable. At the same time, my promise is of - course given. He took my refusal very seriously, but also very gently. - You can understand, however, that the situation is a little - strained.” - </p> - <p> - “Our young friend seems to be getting into deep waters,” said - Holmes, thoughtfully, as he finished the letter. “The case - certainly presents more features of interest and more possibility of - development than I had originally thought. I should be none the worse for - a quiet, peaceful day in the country, and I am inclined to run down this - afternoon and test one or two theories which I have formed.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes’s quiet day in the country had a singular termination, for he - arrived at Baker Street late in the evening, with a cut lip and a - discoloured lump upon his forehead, besides a general air of dissipation - which would have made his own person the fitting object of a Scotland Yard - investigation. He was immensely tickled by his own adventures and laughed - heartily as he recounted them. - </p> - <p> - “I get so little active exercise that it is always a treat,” said he. “You - are aware that I have some proficiency in the good old British sport of - boxing. Occasionally, it is of service; to-day, for example, I should have - come to very ignominious grief without it.” - </p> - <p> - I begged him to tell me what had occurred. - </p> - <p> - “I found that country pub which I had already recommended to your notice, - and there I made my discreet inquiries. I was in the bar, and a garrulous - landlord was giving me all that I wanted. Williamson is a white-bearded - man, and he lives alone with a small staff of servants at the Hall. There - is some rumour that he is or has been a clergyman, but one or two incidents - of his short residence at the Hall struck me as peculiarly - unecclesiastical. I have already made some inquiries at a clerical agency, - and they tell me that there <i>was</i> a man of that name in orders, whose career - has been a singularly dark one. The landlord further informed me that - there are usually week-end visitors—‘a warm lot, sir’—at the - Hall, and especially one gentleman with a red moustache, Mr. Woodley by - name, who was always there. We had got as far as this, when who should - walk in but the gentleman himself, who had been drinking his beer in the - tap-room and had heard the whole conversation. Who was I? What did I want? - What did I mean by asking questions? He had a fine flow of language, and - his adjectives were very vigorous. He ended a string of abuse by a vicious - backhander, which I failed to entirely avoid. The next few minutes were - delicious. It was a straight left against a slogging ruffian. I emerged as - you see me. Mr. Woodley went home in a cart. So ended my country trip, and - it must be confessed that, however enjoyable, my day on the Surrey border - has not been much more profitable than your own.” - </p> - <p> - The Thursday brought us another letter from our client. - </p> - <p class="letter"> - You will not be surprised, Mr. Holmes (said she), to hear that I am leaving - Mr. Carruthers’s employment. Even the high pay cannot reconcile me to the - discomforts of my situation. On Saturday I come up to town, and I do not - intend to return. Mr. Carruthers has got a trap, and so the dangers of the - lonely road, if there ever were any dangers, are now over.<br> - As to the special cause of my leaving, it is not merely the strained - situation with Mr. Carruthers, but it is the reappearance of that odious - man, Mr. Woodley. He was always hideous, but he looks more awful than ever - now, for he appears to have had an accident and he is much disfigured. I - saw him out of the window, but I am glad to say I did not meet him. He had - a long talk with Mr. Carruthers, who seemed much excited afterwards. - Woodley must be staying in the neighbourhood, for he did not sleep here, - and yet I caught a glimpse of him again this morning, slinking about in - the shrubbery. I would sooner have a savage wild animal loose about the - place. I loathe and fear him more than I can say. How <i>can</i> Mr. Carruthers - endure such a creature for a moment? However, all my troubles will be over - on Saturday. - </p> - <p> - “So I trust, Watson, so I trust,” said Holmes, gravely. “There is some - deep intrigue going on round that little woman, and it is our duty to see - that no one molests her upon that last journey. I think, Watson, that we - must spare time to run down together on Saturday morning and make sure - that this curious and inclusive investigation has no untoward ending.” - </p> - <p> - I confess that I had not up to now taken a very serious view of the case, - which had seemed to me rather grotesque and bizarre than dangerous. That a - man should lie in wait for and follow a very handsome woman is no - unheard-of thing, and if he has so little audacity that he not only dared - not address her, but even fled from her approach, he was not a very - formidable assailant. The ruffian Woodley was a very different person, - but, except on one occasion, he had not molested our client, and now he - visited the house of Carruthers without intruding upon her presence. The - man on the bicycle was doubtless a member of those week-end parties at the - Hall of which the publican had spoken, but who he was, or what he wanted, - was as obscure as ever. It was the severity of Holmes’s manner and the - fact that he slipped a revolver into his pocket before leaving our rooms - which impressed me with the feeling that tragedy might prove to lurk - behind this curious train of events. - </p> - <p> - A rainy night had been followed by a glorious morning, and the - heath-covered countryside, with the glowing clumps of flowering gorse, - seemed all the more beautiful to eyes which were weary of the duns and - drabs and slate greys of London. Holmes and I walked along the broad, - sandy road inhaling the fresh morning air and rejoicing in the music of - the birds and the fresh breath of the spring. From a rise of the road on - the shoulder of Crooksbury Hill, we could see the grim Hall bristling out - from amidst the ancient oaks, which, old as they were, were still younger - than the building which they surrounded. Holmes pointed down the long - tract of road which wound, a reddish yellow band, between the brown of the - heath and the budding green of the woods. Far away, a black dot, we could - see a vehicle moving in our direction. Holmes gave an exclamation of - impatience. - </p> - <p> - “I have given a margin of half an hour,” said he. “If that is her trap, - she must be making for the earlier train. I fear, Watson, that she will be - past Charlington before we can possibly meet her.” - </p> - <p> - From the instant that we passed the rise, we could no longer see the - vehicle, but we hastened onward at such a pace that my sedentary life - began to tell upon me, and I was compelled to fall behind. Holmes, - however, was always in training, for he had inexhaustible stores of - nervous energy upon which to draw. His springy step never slowed until - suddenly, when he was a hundred yards in front of me, he halted, and I saw - him throw up his hand with a gesture of grief and despair. At the same - instant an empty dog-cart, the horse cantering, the reins trailing, - appeared round the curve of the road and rattled swiftly towards us. - </p> - <p> - “Too late, Watson, too late!” cried Holmes, as I ran panting to his side. - “Fool that I was not to allow for that earlier train! It’s abduction, - Watson—abduction! Murder! Heaven knows what! Block the road! Stop - the horse! That’s right. Now, jump in, and let us see if I can repair the - consequences of my own blunder.” - </p> - <p> - We had sprung into the dog-cart, and Holmes, after turning the horse, gave - it a sharp cut with the whip, and we flew back along the road. As we - turned the curve, the whole stretch of road between the Hall and the heath - was opened up. I grasped Holmes’s arm. - </p> - <p> - “That’s the man!” I gasped. - </p> - <p> - A solitary cyclist was coming towards us. His head was down and his - shoulders rounded, as he put every ounce of energy that he possessed on - to the pedals. He was flying like a racer. Suddenly he raised his bearded - face, saw us close to him, and pulled up, springing from his machine. - That coal-black beard was in singular contrast to the pallor of his face, - and his eyes were as bright as if he had a fever. He stared at us and at - the dog-cart. Then a look of amazement came over his face. - </p> - <p> - “Halloa! Stop there!” he shouted, holding his bicycle to - block our road. “Where did you get that dog-cart? Pull up, - man!” he yelled, drawing a pistol from his side pocket. “Pull - up, I say, or, by George, I’ll put a bullet into your horse.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes threw the reins into my lap and sprang down from the cart. - </p> - <p> - “You’re the man we want to see. Where is Miss Violet Smith?” he said, in - his quick, clear way. - </p> - <p> - “That’s what I’m asking you. You’re in her dog-cart. You ought to know - where she is.” - </p> - <p> - “We met the dog-cart on the road. There was no one in it. We drove back to - help the young lady.” - </p> - <p> - “Good Lord! Good Lord! What shall I do?” cried the stranger, in an ecstasy - of despair. “They’ve got her, that hell-hound Woodley and the blackguard - parson. Come, man, come, if you really are her friend. Stand by me and - we’ll save her, if I have to leave my carcass in Charlington Wood.” - </p> - <p> - He ran distractedly, his pistol in his hand, towards a gap in the hedge. - Holmes followed him, and I, leaving the horse grazing beside the road, - followed Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “This is where they came through,” said he, pointing to the marks of - several feet upon the muddy path. “Halloa! Stop a minute! Who’s this in - the bush?” - </p> - <p> - It was a young fellow about seventeen, dressed like an ostler, with - leather cords and gaiters. He lay upon his back, his knees drawn up, a - terrible cut upon his head. He was insensible, but alive. A glance at his - wound told me that it had not penetrated the bone. - </p> - <p> - “That’s Peter, the groom,” cried the stranger. “He drove her. The beasts - have pulled him off and clubbed him. Let him lie; we can’t do him any - good, but we may save her from the worst fate that can befall a woman.” - </p> - <p> - We ran frantically down the path, which wound among the trees. We had - reached the shrubbery which surrounded the house when Holmes pulled up. - </p> - <p> - “They didn’t go to the house. Here are their marks on the left—here, - beside the laurel bushes. Ah! I said so.” - </p> - <p> - As he spoke, a woman’s shrill scream—a scream which vibrated with a - frenzy of horror—burst from the thick, green clump of bushes in - front of us. It ended suddenly on its highest note with a choke and a - gurgle. - </p> - <p> - “This way! This way! They are in the bowling-alley,” cried the stranger, - darting through the bushes. “Ah, the cowardly dogs! Follow me, gentlemen! - Too late! too late! by the living Jingo!” - </p> - <p> - We had broken suddenly into a lovely glade of greensward surrounded by - ancient trees. On the farther side of it, under the shadow of a mighty - oak, there stood a singular group of three people. One was a woman, our - client, drooping and faint, a handkerchief round her mouth. Opposite her - stood a brutal, heavy-faced, red-moustached young man, his gaitered legs - parted wide, one arm akimbo, the other waving a riding crop, his whole - attitude suggestive of triumphant bravado. Between them an elderly, - grey-bearded man, wearing a short surplice over a light tweed suit, had - evidently just completed the wedding service, for he pocketed his - prayer-book as we appeared, and slapped the sinister bridegroom upon the - back in jovial congratulation. - </p> - <p> - “They’re married!” I gasped. - </p> - <p> - “Come on!” cried our guide, “come on!” He rushed across the glade, Holmes - and I at his heels. As we approached, the lady staggered against the trunk - of the tree for support. Williamson, the ex-clergyman, bowed to us with - mock politeness, and the bully, Woodley, advanced with a shout of brutal - and exultant laughter. - </p> - <p> - “You can take your beard off, Bob,” said he. “I know you, right enough. - Well, you and your pals have just come in time for me to be able to - introduce you to Mrs. Woodley.” - </p> - <p> - Our guide’s answer was a singular one. He snatched off the dark beard - which had disguised him and threw it on the ground, disclosing a long, - sallow, clean-shaven face below it. Then he raised his revolver and - covered the young ruffian, who was advancing upon him with his dangerous - riding-crop swinging in his hand. - </p> - <p> - “Yes,” said our ally, “I <i>am</i> Bob Carruthers, and I’ll see this woman - righted, if I have to swing for it. I told you what I’d do if you molested - her, and, by the Lord! I’ll be as good as my word.” - </p> - <p> - “You’re too late. She’s my wife.” - </p> - <p> - “No, she’s your widow.” - </p> - <p> - His revolver cracked, and I saw the blood spurt from the front of - Woodley’s waistcoat. He spun round with a scream and fell upon his back, - his hideous red face turning suddenly to a dreadful mottled pallor. The - old man, still clad in his surplice, burst into such a string of foul - oaths as I have never heard, and pulled out a revolver of his own, but, - before he could raise it, he was looking down the barrel of Holmes’s - weapon. - </p> - <p> - “Enough of this,” said my friend, coldly. “Drop that pistol! Watson, pick - it up! Hold it to his head. Thank you. You, Carruthers, give me that - revolver. We’ll have no more violence. Come, hand it over!” - </p> - <p> - “Who are you, then?” - </p> - <p> - “My name is Sherlock Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “Good Lord!” - </p> - <p> - “You have heard of me, I see. I will represent the official police until - their arrival. Here, you!” he shouted to a frightened groom, who had - appeared at the edge of the glade. “Come here. Take this note as hard as - you can ride to Farnham.” He scribbled a few words upon a leaf from his - notebook. “Give it to the superintendent at the police-station. Until he - comes, I must detain you all under my personal custody.” - </p> - <p> - The strong, masterful personality of Holmes dominated the tragic scene, - and all were equally puppets in his hands. Williamson and Carruthers found - themselves carrying the wounded Woodley into the house, and I gave my arm - to the frightened girl. The injured man was laid on his bed, and at - Holmes’s request I examined him. I carried my report to where he sat in - the old tapestry-hung dining-room with his two prisoners before him. - </p> - <p> - “He will live,” said I. - </p> - <p> - “What!” cried Carruthers, springing out of his chair. “I’ll go upstairs - and finish him first. Do you tell me that that angel, is to be tied to - Roaring Jack Woodley for life?” - </p> - <p> - “You need not concern yourself about that,” said Holmes. “There are two - very good reasons why she should, under no circumstances, be his wife. In - the first place, we are very safe in questioning Mr. Williamson’s right to - solemnize a marriage.” - </p> - <p> - “I have been ordained,” cried the old rascal. - </p> - <p> - “And also unfrocked.” - </p> - <p> - “Once a clergyman, always a clergyman.” - </p> - <p> - “I think not. How about the license?” - </p> - <p> - “We had a license for the marriage. I have it here in my pocket.” - </p> - <p> - “Then you got it by trick. But, in any case a forced marriage is no - marriage, but it is a very serious felony, as you will discover before you - have finished. You’ll have time to think the point out during the next ten - years or so, unless I am mistaken. As to you, Carruthers, you would have - done better to keep your pistol in your pocket.” - </p> - <p> - “I begin to think so, Mr. Holmes, but when I thought of all the precaution - I had taken to shield this girl—for I loved her, Mr. Holmes, and it - is the only time that ever I knew what love was—it fairly drove me - mad to think that she was in the power of the greatest brute and bully in - South Africa—a man whose name is a holy terror from Kimberley to - Johannesburg. Why, Mr. Holmes, you’ll hardly believe it, but ever since - that girl has been in my employment I never once let her go past this - house, where I knew the rascals were lurking, without following her on my - bicycle, just to see that she came to no harm. I kept my distance from - her, and I wore a beard, so that she should not recognize me, for she is a - good and high-spirited girl, and she wouldn’t have stayed in my employment - long if she had thought that I was following her about the country roads.” - </p> - <p> - “Why didn’t you tell her of her danger?” - </p> - <p> - “Because then, again, she would have left me, and I couldn’t bear to face - that. Even if she couldn’t love me, it was a great deal to me just to see - her dainty form about the house, and to hear the sound of her voice.” - </p> - <p> - “Well,” said I, “you call that love, Mr. Carruthers, but I should call it - selfishness.” - </p> - <p> - “Maybe the two things go together. Anyhow, I couldn’t let her go. Besides, - with this crowd about, it was well that she should have someone near to - look after her. Then, when the cable came, I knew they were bound to make - a move.” - </p> - <p> - “What cable?” - </p> - <p> - Carruthers took a telegram from his pocket. - </p> - <p> - “That’s it,” said he. - </p> - <p> - It was short and concise: - </p> - <p class="letter"> - The old man is dead. - </p> - <p> - “Hum!” said Holmes. “I think I see how things worked, and I can understand - how this message would, as you say, bring them to a head. But while you - wait, you might tell me what you can.” - </p> - <p> - The old reprobate with the surplice burst into a volley of bad language. - </p> - <p> - “By heaven!” said he, “if you squeal on us, Bob Carruthers, I’ll serve you - as you served Jack Woodley. You can bleat about the girl to your heart’s - content, for that’s your own affair, but if you round on your pals to this - plain-clothes copper, it will be the worst day’s work that ever you did.” - </p> - <p> - “Your reverence need not be excited,” said Holmes, lighting a cigarette. - “The case is clear enough against you, and all I ask is a few details for - my private curiosity. However, if there’s any difficulty in your telling - me, I’ll do the talking, and then you will see how far you have a chance - of holding back your secrets. In the first place, three of you came from - South Africa on this game—you Williamson, you Carruthers, and - Woodley.” - </p> - <p> - “Lie number one,” said the old man; “I never saw either of them until two - months ago, and I have never been in Africa in my life, so you can put - that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Busybody Holmes!” - </p> - <p> - “What he says is true,” said Carruthers. - </p> - <p> - “Well, well, two of you came over. His reverence is our own homemade - article. You had known Ralph Smith in South Africa. You had reason to - believe he would not live long. You found out that his niece would inherit - his fortune. How’s that—eh?” - </p> - <p> - Carruthers nodded and Williamson swore. - </p> - <p> - “She was next of kin, no doubt, and you were aware that the old fellow - would make no will.” - </p> - <p> - “Couldn’t read or write,” said Carruthers. - </p> - <p> - “So you came over, the two of you, and hunted up the girl. The idea was - that one of you was to marry her, and the other have a share of the - plunder. For some reason, Woodley was chosen as the husband. Why was - that?” - </p> - <p> - “We played cards for her on the voyage. He won.” - </p> - <p> - “I see. You got the young lady into your service, and there Woodley was to - do the courting. She recognized the drunken brute that he was, and would - have nothing to do with him. Meanwhile, your arrangement was rather upset - by the fact that you had yourself fallen in love with the lady. You could - no longer bear the idea of this ruffian owning her?” - </p> - <p> - “No, by George, I couldn’t!” - </p> - <p> - “There was a quarrel between you. He left you in a rage, and began to make - his own plans independently of you.” - </p> - <p> - “It strikes me, Williamson, there isn’t very much that we can tell this - gentleman,” cried Carruthers, with a bitter laugh. “Yes, we quarreled, and - he knocked me down. I am level with him on that, anyhow. Then I lost sight - of him. That was when he picked up with this outcast padre here. I found - that they had set up housekeeping together at this place on the line that - she had to pass for the station. I kept my eye on her after that, for I - knew there was some devilry in the wind. I saw them from time to time, for - I was anxious to know what they were after. Two days ago Woodley came up - to my house with this cable, which showed that Ralph Smith was dead. He - asked me if I would stand by the bargain. I said I would not. He asked me - if I would marry the girl myself and give him a share. I said I would - willingly do so, but that she would not have me. He said, ‘Let us get her - married first and after a week or two she may see things a bit different.’ - I said I would have nothing to do with violence. So he went off cursing, - like the foul-mouthed blackguard that he was, and swearing that he would - have her yet. She was leaving me this week-end, and I had got a trap to - take her to the station, but I was so uneasy in my mind that I followed - her on my bicycle. She had got a start, however, and before I could catch - her, the mischief was done. The first thing I knew about it was when I saw - you two gentlemen driving back in her dog-cart.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes rose and tossed the end of his cigarette into the grate. “I have - been very obtuse, Watson,” said he. “When in your report you said that you - had seen the cyclist as you thought arrange his necktie in the shrubbery, - that alone should have told me all. However, we may congratulate ourselves - upon a curious and, in some respects, a unique case. I perceive three of - the county constabulary in the drive, and I am glad to see that the little - ostler is able to keep pace with them, so it is likely that neither he nor - the interesting bridegroom will be permanently damaged by their morning’s - adventures. I think, Watson, that in your medical capacity, you might wait - upon Miss Smith and tell her that if she is sufficiently recovered, we - shall be happy to escort her to her mother’s home. If she is not quite - convalescent you will find that a hint that we were about to telegraph to - a young electrician in the Midlands would probably complete the cure. As - to you, Mr. Carruthers, I think that you have done what you could to make - amends for your share in an evil plot. There is my card, sir, and if my - evidence can be of help in your trial, it shall be at your disposal.” - </p> - <p> - In the whirl of our incessant activity, it has often been difficult for - me, as the reader has probably observed, to round off my narratives, and - to give those final details which the curious might expect. Each case has - been the prelude to another, and the crisis once over, the actors have - passed for ever out of our busy lives. I find, however, a short note at - the end of my manuscript dealing with this case, in which I have put it - upon record that Miss Violet Smith did indeed inherit a large fortune, and - that she is now the wife of Cyril Morton, the senior partner of Morton - & Kennedy, the famous Westminster electricians. Williamson and Woodley - were both tried for abduction and assault, the former getting seven years - the latter ten. Of the fate of Carruthers, I have no record, but I am sure - that his assault was not viewed very gravely by the court, since Woodley - had the reputation of being a most dangerous ruffian, and I think that a - few months were sufficient to satisfy the demands of justice. - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap05"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE PRIORY SCHOOL</h2> - - <p> - We have had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stage at - Baker Street, but I cannot recollect anything more sudden and startling - than the first appearance of Thorneycroft Huxtable, M.A., Ph.D., etc. His - card, which seemed too small to carry the weight of his academic - distinctions, preceded him by a few seconds, and then he entered himself—so - large, so pompous, and so dignified that he was the very embodiment of - self-possession and solidity. And yet his first action, when the door had - closed behind him, was to stagger against the table, whence he slipped - down upon the floor, and there was that majestic figure prostrate and - insensible upon our bearskin hearth-rug. - </p> - <p> - We had sprung to our feet, and for a few moments we stared in silent - amazement at this ponderous piece of wreckage, which told of some sudden - and fatal storm far out on the ocean of life. Then Holmes hurried with a - cushion for his head, and I with brandy for his lips. The heavy, white - face was seamed with lines of trouble, the hanging pouches under the - closed eyes were leaden in colour, the loose mouth drooped dolorously at - the corners, the rolling chins were unshaven. Collar and shirt bore the - grime of a long journey, and the hair bristled unkempt from the - well-shaped head. It was a sorely stricken man who lay before us. - </p> - <p> - “What is it, Watson?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Absolute exhaustion—possibly mere hunger and fatigue,” said I, with - my finger on the thready pulse, where the stream of life trickled thin and - small. - </p> - <p> - “Return ticket from Mackleton, in the north of England,” said Holmes, - drawing it from the watch-pocket. “It is not twelve o’clock yet. He has - certainly been an early starter.” - </p> - <p> - The puckered eyelids had begun to quiver, and now a pair of vacant grey - eyes looked up at us. An instant later the man had scrambled on to his - feet, his face crimson with shame. - </p> - <p> - “Forgive this weakness, Mr. Holmes, I have been a little overwrought. - Thank you, if I might have a glass of milk and a biscuit, I have no doubt - that I should be better. I came personally, Mr. Holmes, in order to insure - that you would return with me. I feared that no telegram would convince - you of the absolute urgency of the case.” - </p> - <p> - “When you are quite restored——” - </p> - <p> - “I am quite well again. I cannot imagine how I came to be so weak. I wish - you, Mr. Holmes, to come to Mackleton with me by the next train.” - </p> - <p> - My friend shook his head. - </p> - <p> - “My colleague, Dr. Watson, could tell you that we are very busy at - present. I am retained in this case of the Ferrers Documents, and the - Abergavenny murder is coming up for trial. Only a very important issue - could call me from London at present.” - </p> - <p> - “Important!” Our visitor threw up his hands. “Have you heard nothing of - the abduction of the only son of the Duke of Holdernesse?” - </p> - <p> - “What! the late Cabinet Minister?” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. We had tried to keep it out of the papers, but there was some - rumour in the <i>Globe</i> last night. I thought it might have reached your ears.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes shot out his long, thin arm and picked out Volume “H” in his - encyclopædia of reference. - </p> - <p> - “‘Holdernesse, 6th Duke, K.G., P.C.’—half the alphabet! ‘Baron - Beverley, Earl of Carston’—dear me, what a list! ‘Lord Lieutenant of - Hallamshire since 1900. Married Edith, daughter of Sir Charles Appledore, - 1888. Heir and only child, Lord Saltire. Owns about two hundred and fifty - thousand acres. Minerals in Lancashire and Wales. Address: Carlton House - Terrace; Holdernesse Hall, Hallamshire; Carston Castle, Bangor, Wales. - Lord of the Admiralty, 1872; Chief Secretary of State for——’ - Well, well, this man is certainly one of the greatest subjects of the - Crown!” - </p> - <p> - “The greatest and perhaps the wealthiest. I am aware, Mr. Holmes, that you - take a very high line in professional matters, and that you are prepared - to work for the work’s sake. I may tell you, however, that his Grace has - already intimated that a check for five thousand pounds will be handed - over to the person who can tell him where his son is, and another thousand - to him who can name the man or men who have taken him.” - </p> - <p> - “It is a princely offer,” said Holmes. “Watson, I think that we shall - accompany Dr. Huxtable back to the north of England. And now, Dr. - Huxtable, when you have consumed that milk, you will kindly tell me what - has happened, when it happened, how it happened, and, finally, what Dr. - Thorneycroft Huxtable, of the Priory School, near Mackleton, has to do - with the matter, and why he comes three days after an event—the - state of your chin gives the date—to ask for my humble services.” - </p> - <p> - Our visitor had consumed his milk and biscuits. The light had come back to - his eyes and the colour to his cheeks, as he set himself with great vigour - and lucidity to explain the situation. - </p> - <p> - “I must inform you, gentlemen, that the Priory is a preparatory school, of - which I am the founder and principal. <i>Huxtable’s Sidelights on Horace</i> may - possibly recall my name to your memories. The Priory is, without - exception, the best and most select preparatory school in England. Lord - Leverstoke, the Earl of Blackwater, Sir Cathcart Soames—they all - have intrusted their sons to me. But I felt that my school had reached its - zenith when, weeks ago, the Duke of Holdernesse sent Mr. James Wilder, his - secretary, with intimation that young Lord Saltire, ten years old, his - only son and heir, was about to be committed to my charge. Little did I - think that this would be the prelude to the most crushing misfortune of my - life. - </p> - <p> - “On May 1st the boy arrived, that being the beginning of the summer term. - He was a charming youth, and he soon fell into our ways. I may tell you—I - trust that I am not indiscreet, but half-confidences are absurd in such a - case—that he was not entirely happy at home. It is an open secret - that the Duke’s married life had not been a peaceful one, and the matter - had ended in a separation by mutual consent, the Duchess taking up her - residence in the south of France. This had occurred very shortly before, - and the boy’s sympathies are known to have been strongly with his mother. - He moped after her departure from Holdernesse Hall, and it was for this - reason that the Duke desired to send him to my establishment. In a - fortnight the boy was quite at home with us and was apparently absolutely - happy. - </p> - <p> - “He was last seen on the night of May 13th—that is, the night of - last Monday. His room was on the second floor and was approached through - another larger room, in which two boys were sleeping. These boys saw and - heard nothing, so that it is certain that young Saltire did not pass out - that way. His window was open, and there is a stout ivy plant leading to - the ground. We could trace no footmarks below, but it is sure that this is - the only possible exit. - </p> - <p> - “His absence was discovered at seven o’clock on Tuesday morning. His bed - had been slept in. He had dressed himself fully, before going off, in his - usual school suit of black Eton jacket and dark grey trousers. There were - no signs that anyone had entered the room, and it is quite certain that - anything in the nature of cries or a struggle would have been heard, since - Caunter, the elder boy in the inner room, is a very light sleeper. - </p> - <p> - “When Lord Saltire’s disappearance was discovered, I at once called a roll - of the whole establishment—boys, masters, and servants. It was then - that we ascertained that Lord Saltire had not been alone in his flight. - Heidegger, the German master, was missing. His room was on the second - floor, at the farther end of the building, facing the same way as Lord - Saltire’s. His bed had also been slept in, but he had apparently gone away - partly dressed, since his shirt and socks were lying on the floor. He had - undoubtedly let himself down by the ivy, for we could see the marks of his - feet where he had landed on the lawn. His bicycle was kept in a small shed - beside this lawn, and it also was gone. - </p> - <p> - “He had been with me for two years, and came with the best references, but - he was a silent, morose man, not very popular either with masters or boys. - No trace could be found of the fugitives, and now, on Thursday morning, we - are as ignorant as we were on Tuesday. Inquiry was, of course, made at - once at Holdernesse Hall. It is only a few miles away, and we imagined - that, in some sudden attack of homesickness, he had gone back to his - father, but nothing had been heard of him. The Duke is greatly agitated, - and, as to me, you have seen yourselves the state of nervous prostration - to which the suspense and the responsibility have reduced me. Mr. Holmes, - if ever you put forward your full powers, I implore you to do so now, for - never in your life could you have a case which is more worthy of them.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes had listened with the utmost intentness to the statement - of the unhappy schoolmaster. His drawn brows and the deep furrow between - them showed that he needed no exhortation to concentrate all his attention - upon a problem which, apart from the tremendous interests involved must - appeal so directly to his love of the complex and the unusual. He now drew - out his notebook and jotted down one or two memoranda. - </p> - <p> - “You have been very remiss in not coming to me sooner,” said he, severely. - “You start me on my investigation with a very serious handicap. It is - inconceivable, for example, that this ivy and this lawn would have yielded - nothing to an expert observer.” - </p> - <p> - “I am not to blame, Mr. Holmes. His Grace was extremely desirous to avoid - all public scandal. He was afraid of his family unhappiness being dragged - before the world. He has a deep horror of anything of the kind.” - </p> - <p> - “But there has been some official investigation?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, and it has proved most disappointing. An apparent clue was at - once obtained, since a boy and a young man were reported to have been seen - leaving a neighbouring station by an early train. Only last night we had - news that the couple had been hunted down in Liverpool, and they prove to - have no connection whatever with the matter in hand. Then it was that in - my despair and disappointment, after a sleepless night, I came straight to - you by the early train.” - </p> - <p> - “I suppose the local investigation was relaxed while this false clue was - being followed up?” - </p> - <p> - “It was entirely dropped.” - </p> - <p> - “So that three days have been wasted. The affair has been most deplorably - handled.” - </p> - <p> - “I feel it and admit it.” - </p> - <p> - “And yet the problem should be capable of ultimate solution. I shall be - very happy to look into it. Have you been able to trace any connection - between the missing boy and this German master?” - </p> - <p> - “None at all.” - </p> - <p> - “Was he in the master’s class?” - </p> - <p> - “No, he never exchanged a word with him, so far as I know.” - </p> - <p> - “That is certainly very singular. Had the boy a bicycle?” - </p> - <p> - “No.” - </p> - <p> - “Was any other bicycle missing?” - </p> - <p> - “No.” - </p> - <p> - “Is that certain?” - </p> - <p> - “Quite.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, now, you do not mean to seriously suggest that this German rode off - upon a bicycle in the dead of the night, bearing the boy in his arms?” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly not.” - </p> - <p> - “Then what is the theory in your mind?” - </p> - <p> - “The bicycle may have been a blind. It may have been hidden somewhere, and - the pair gone off on foot.” - </p> - <p> - “Quite so, but it seems rather an absurd blind, does it not? Were there - other bicycles in this shed?” - </p> - <p> - “Several.” - </p> - <p> - “Would he not have hidden <i>a couple</i>, had he desired to give the idea that - they had gone off upon them?” - </p> - <p> - “I suppose he would.” - </p> - <p> - “Of course he would. The blind theory won’t do. But the incident is an - admirable starting-point for an investigation. After all, a bicycle is not - an easy thing to conceal or to destroy. One other question. Did anyone - call to see the boy on the day before he disappeared?” - </p> - <p> - “No.” - </p> - <p> - “Did he get any letters?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, one letter.” - </p> - <p> - “From whom?” - </p> - <p> - “From his father.” - </p> - <p> - “Do you open the boys’ letters?” - </p> - <p> - “No.” - </p> - <p> - “How do you know it was from the father?” - </p> - <p> - “The coat of arms was on the envelope, and it was addressed in the Duke’s - peculiar stiff hand. Besides, the Duke remembers having written.” - </p> - <p> - “When had he a letter before that?” - </p> - <p> - “Not for several days.” - </p> - <p> - “Had he ever one from France?” - </p> - <p> - “No, never. - </p> - <p> - “You see the point of my questions, of course. Either the boy was carried - off by force or he went of his own free will. In the latter case, you - would expect that some prompting from outside would be needed to make so - young a lad do such a thing. If he has had no visitors, that prompting - must have come in letters; hence I try to find out who were his - correspondents.” - </p> - <p> - “I fear I cannot help you much. His only correspondent, so far as I know, - was his own father.” - </p> - <p> - “Who wrote to him on the very day of his disappearance. Were the relations - between father and son very friendly?” - </p> - <p> - “His Grace is never very friendly with anyone. He is completely immersed - in large public questions, and is rather inaccessible to all ordinary - emotions. But he was always kind to the boy in his own way.” - </p> - <p> - “But the sympathies of the latter were with the mother?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes.” - </p> - <p> - “Did he say so?” - </p> - <p> - “No.” - </p> - <p> - “The Duke, then?” - </p> - <p> - “Good Heavens, no!” - </p> - <p> - “Then how could you know?” - </p> - <p> - “I have had some confidential talks with Mr. James Wilder, his Grace’s - secretary. It was he who gave me the information about Lord Saltire’s - feelings.” - </p> - <p> - “I see. By the way, that last letter of the Duke’s—was - it found in the boy’s room after he was gone?” - </p> - <p> - “No, he had taken it with him. I think, Mr. Holmes, it is time that we - were leaving for Euston.” - </p> - <p> - “I will order a four-wheeler. In a quarter of an hour, we shall be at your - service. If you are telegraphing home, Mr. Huxtable, it would be well to - allow the people in your neighbourhood to imagine that the inquiry is - still going on in Liverpool, or wherever else that red herring led your - pack. In the meantime I will do a little quiet work at your own doors, and - perhaps the scent is not so cold but that two old hounds like Watson and - myself may get a sniff of it.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - That evening found us in the cold, bracing atmosphere of the Peak country, - in which Dr. Huxtable’s famous school is situated. It was already dark - when we reached it. A card was lying on the hall table, and the butler - whispered something to his master, who turned to us with agitation in - every heavy feature. - </p> - <p> - “The Duke is here,” said he. “The Duke and Mr. Wilder are in the study. - Come, gentlemen, and I will introduce you.” - </p> - <p> - I was, of course, familiar with the pictures of the famous statesman, but - the man himself was very different from his representation. He was a tall - and stately person, scrupulously dressed, with a drawn, thin face, and a - nose which was grotesquely curved and long. His complexion was of a dead - pallor, which was more startling by contrast with a long, dwindling beard - of vivid red, which flowed down over his white waistcoat with his - watch-chain gleaming through its fringe. Such was the stately presence who - looked stonily at us from the centre of Dr. Huxtable’s hearthrug. Beside - him stood a very young man, whom I understood to be Wilder, the private - secretary. He was small, nervous, alert with intelligent light-blue eyes - and mobile features. It was he who at once, in an incisive and positive - tone, opened the conversation. - </p> - <p> - “I called this morning, Dr. Huxtable, too late to prevent you from - starting for London. I learned that your object was to invite Mr. Sherlock - Holmes to undertake the conduct of this case. His Grace is surprised, Dr. - Huxtable, that you should have taken such a step without consulting him.” - </p> - <p> - “When I learned that the police had failed——” - </p> - <p> - “His Grace is by no means convinced that the police have failed.” - </p> - <p> - “But surely, Mr. Wilder——” - </p> - <p> - “You are well aware, Dr. Huxtable, that his Grace is particularly anxious - to avoid all public scandal. He prefers to take as few people as possible - into his confidence.” - </p> - <p> - “The matter can be easily remedied,” said the brow-beaten doctor; “Mr. - Sherlock Holmes can return to London by the morning train.” - </p> - <p> - “Hardly that, Doctor, hardly that,” said Holmes, in his blandest voice. - “This northern air is invigorating and pleasant, so I propose to spend a - few days upon your moors, and to occupy my mind as best I may. Whether I - have the shelter of your roof or of the village inn is, of course, for you - to decide.” - </p> - <p> - I could see that the unfortunate doctor was in the last stage of - indecision, from which he was rescued by the deep, sonorous voice of the - red-bearded Duke, which boomed out like a dinner-gong. - </p> - <p> - “I agree with Mr. Wilder, Dr. Huxtable, that you would have done wisely to - consult me. But since Mr. Holmes has already been taken into your - confidence, it would indeed be absurd that we should not avail ourselves - of his services. Far from going to the inn, Mr. Holmes, I should be - pleased if you would come and stay with me at Holdernesse Hall.” - </p> - <p> - “I thank your Grace. For the purposes of my investigation, I think that it - would be wiser for me to remain at the scene of the mystery.” - </p> - <p> - “Just as you like, Mr. Holmes. Any information which Mr. Wilder or I can - give you is, of course, at your disposal.” - </p> - <p> - “It will probably be necessary for me to see you at the Hall,” said - Holmes. “I would only ask you now, sir, whether you have formed any - explanation in your own mind as to the mysterious disappearance of your - son?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, I have not.” - </p> - <p> - “Excuse me if I allude to that which is painful to you, but I have no - alternative. Do you think that the Duchess had anything to do with the - matter?” - </p> - <p> - The great minister showed perceptible hesitation. - </p> - <p> - “I do not think so,” he said, at last. - </p> - <p> - “The other most obvious explanation is that the child has been kidnapped - for the purpose of levying ransom. You have not had any demand of the - sort?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “One more question, your Grace. I understand that you wrote to your son - upon the day when this incident occurred.” - </p> - <p> - “No, I wrote upon the day before.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. But he received it on that day?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes.” - </p> - <p> - “Was there anything in your letter which might have unbalanced him or - induced him to take such a step?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, certainly not.” - </p> - <p> - “Did you post that letter yourself?” - </p> - <p> - The nobleman’s reply was interrupted by his secretary, who broke in with - some heat. - </p> - <p> - “His Grace is not in the habit of posting letters himself,” said he. “This - letter was laid with others upon the study table, and I myself put them in - the post-bag.” - </p> - <p> - “You are sure this one was among them?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I observed it.” - </p> - <p> - “How many letters did your Grace write that day?” - </p> - <p> - “Twenty or thirty. I have a large correspondence. But surely this is - somewhat irrelevant?” - </p> - <p> - “Not entirely,” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “For my own part,” the Duke continued, “I have advised the police to turn - their attention to the south of France. I have already said that I do not - believe that the Duchess would encourage so monstrous an action, but the - lad had the most wrong-headed opinions, and it is possible that he may - have fled to her, aided and abetted by this German. I think, Dr. Huxtable, - that we will now return to the Hall.” - </p> - <p> - I could see that there were other questions which Holmes would have wished - to put, but the nobleman’s abrupt manner showed that the interview was at - an end. It was evident that to his intensely aristocratic nature this - discussion of his intimate family affairs with a stranger was most - abhorrent, and that he feared lest every fresh question would throw a - fiercer light into the discreetly shadowed corners of his ducal history. - </p> - <p> - When the nobleman and his secretary had left, my friend flung himself at - once with characteristic eagerness into the investigation. - </p> - <p> - The boy’s chamber was carefully examined, and yielded nothing save the - absolute conviction that it was only through the window that he could have - escaped. The German master’s room and effects gave no further clue. In his - case a trailer of ivy had given way under his weight, and we saw by the - light of a lantern the mark on the lawn where his heels had come down. - That one dint in the short, green grass was the only material witness left - of this inexplicable nocturnal flight. - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes left the house alone, and only returned after eleven. He - had obtained a large ordnance map of the neighbourhood, and this he - brought into my room, where he laid it out on the bed, and, having - balanced the lamp in the middle of it, he began to smoke over it, and - occasionally to point out objects of interest with the reeking amber of - his pipe. - </p> - <p> - “This case grows upon me, Watson,” said he. “There are decidedly some - points of interest in connection with it. In this early stage, I want you - to realize those geographical features which may have a good deal to do - with our investigation. - </p> - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img09.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="Holmes'-map"> - </div> - - <p class="center"> - HOLMES’ MAP OF THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF THE SCHOOL. - </p> - <p> - “Look at this map. This dark square is the Priory School. I’ll put a pin - in it. Now, this line is the main road. You see that it runs east and west - past the school, and you see also that there is no side road for a mile - either way. If these two folk passed away by road, it was <i>this</i> road.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly.” - </p> - <p> - “By a singular and happy chance, we are able to some extent to check what - passed along this road during the night in question. At this point, where - my pipe is now resting, a county constable was on duty from twelve to six. - It is, as you perceive, the first cross-road on the east side. This man - declares that he was not absent from his post for an instant, and he is - positive that neither boy nor man could have gone that way unseen. I have - spoken with this policeman to-night and he appears to me to be a perfectly - reliable person. That blocks this end. We have now to deal with the other. - There is an inn here, the Red Bull, the landlady of which was ill. She had - sent to Mackleton for a doctor, but he did not arrive until morning, being - absent at another case. The people at the inn were alert all night, - awaiting his coming, and one or other of them seems to have continually - had an eye upon the road. They declare that no one passed. If their - evidence is good, then we are fortunate enough to be able to block the - west, and also to be able to say that the fugitives did <i>not</i> use the road - at all.” - </p> - <p> - “But the bicycle?” I objected. - </p> - <p> - “Quite so. We will come to the bicycle presently. To continue our - reasoning: if these people did not go by the road, they must have - traversed the country to the north of the house or to the south of the - house. That is certain. Let us weigh the one against the other. On the - south of the house is, as you perceive, a large district of arable land, - cut up into small fields, with stone walls between them. There, I admit - that a bicycle is impossible. We can dismiss the idea. We turn to the - country on the north. Here there lies a grove of trees, marked as the - ‘Ragged Shaw,’ and on the farther side stretches a great rolling moor, - Lower Gill Moor, extending for ten miles and sloping gradually upward. - Here, at one side of this wilderness, is Holdernesse Hall, ten miles by - road, but only six across the moor. It is a peculiarly desolate plain. A - few moor farmers have small holdings, where they rear sheep and cattle. - Except these, the plover and the curlew are the only inhabitants until you - come to the Chesterfield high road. There is a church there, you see, a - few cottages, and an inn. Beyond that the hills become precipitous. Surely - it is here to the north that our quest must lie.” - </p> - <p> - “But the bicycle?” I persisted. - </p> - <p> - “Well, well!” said Holmes, impatiently. “A good cyclist does not need a - high road. The moor is intersected with paths, and the moon was at the - full. Halloa! what is this?” - </p> - <p> - There was an agitated knock at the door, and an instant afterwards Dr. - Huxtable was in the room. In his hand he held a blue cricket-cap with a - white chevron on the peak. - </p> - <p> - “At last we have a clue!” he cried. “Thank heaven! at last we are on the - dear boy’s track! It is his cap.” - </p> - <p> - “Where was it found?” - </p> - <p> - “In the van of the gipsies who camped on the moor. They left on Tuesday. - To-day the police traced them down and examined their caravan. This was - found.” - </p> - <p> - “How do they account for it?” - </p> - <p> - “They shuffled and lied—said that they found it on the moor on - Tuesday morning. They know where he is, the rascals! Thank goodness, they - are all safe under lock and key. Either the fear of the law or the Duke’s - purse will certainly get out of them all that they know.” - </p> - <p> - “So far, so good,” said Holmes, when the doctor had at last left the room. - “It at least bears out the theory that it is on the side of the Lower Gill - Moor that we must hope for results. The police have really done nothing - locally, save the arrest of these gipsies. Look here, Watson! There is a - watercourse across the moor. You see it marked here in the map. In some - parts it widens into a morass. This is particularly so in the region - between Holdernesse Hall and the school. It is vain to look elsewhere for - tracks in this dry weather, but at <i>that</i> point there is certainly a chance - of some record being left. I will call you early to-morrow morning, and - you and I will try if we can throw some little light upon the mystery.” - </p> - <p> - The day was just breaking when I woke to find the long, thin form of - Holmes by my bedside. He was fully dressed, and had apparently already - been out. - </p> - <p> - “I have done the lawn and the bicycle shed,” said he. “I have also had a - rumble through the Ragged Shaw. Now, Watson, there is cocoa ready in the - next room. I must beg you to hurry, for we have a great day before us.” - </p> - <p> - His eyes shone, and his cheek was flushed with the exhilaration of the - master workman who sees his work lie ready before him. A very different - Holmes, this active, alert man, from the introspective and pallid dreamer - of Baker Street. I felt, as I looked upon that supple figure, alive with - nervous energy, that it was indeed a strenuous day that awaited us. - </p> - <p> - And yet it opened in the blackest disappointment. With high hopes we - struck across the peaty, russet moor, intersected with a thousand sheep - paths, until we came to the broad, light-green belt which marked the - morass between us and Holdernesse. Certainly, if the lad had gone - homeward, he must have passed this, and he could not pass it without - leaving his traces. But no sign of him or the German could be seen. With a - darkening face my friend strode along the margin, eagerly observant of - every muddy stain upon the mossy surface. Sheep-marks there were in - profusion, and at one place, some miles down, cows had left their tracks. - Nothing more. - </p> - <p> - “Check number one,” said Holmes, looking gloomily over the rolling expanse - of the moor. “There is another morass down yonder, and a narrow neck - between. Halloa! halloa! halloa! what have we here?” - </p> - <p> - We had come on a small black ribbon of pathway. In the middle of it, - clearly marked on the sodden soil, was the track of a bicycle. - </p> - <p> - “Hurrah!” I cried. “We have it.” - </p> - <p> - But Holmes was shaking his head, and his face was puzzled and expectant - rather than joyous. - </p> - <p> - “A bicycle, certainly, but not <i>the</i> bicycle,” said he. “I am familiar with - forty-two different impressions left by tires. This, as you perceive, is a - Dunlop, with a patch upon the outer cover. Heidegger’s tires were - Palmer’s, leaving longitudinal stripes. Aveling, the mathematical master, - was sure upon the point. Therefore, it is not Heidegger’s track.” - </p> - <p> - “The boy’s, then?” - </p> - <p> - “Possibly, if we could prove a bicycle to have been in his possession. But - this we have utterly failed to do. This track, as you perceive, was made - by a rider who was going from the direction of the school.” - </p> - <p> - “Or towards it?” - </p> - <p> - “No, no, my dear Watson. The more deeply sunk impression is, of course, - the hind wheel, upon which the weight rests. You perceive several places - where it has passed across and obliterated the more shallow mark of the - front one. It was undoubtedly heading away from the school. It may or may - not be connected with our inquiry, but we will follow it backwards before - we go any farther.” - </p> - <p> - We did so, and at the end of a few hundred yards lost the tracks as we - emerged from the boggy portion of the moor. Following the path backwards, - we picked out another spot, where a spring trickled across it. Here, once - again, was the mark of the bicycle, though nearly obliterated by the hoofs - of cows. After that there was no sign, but the path ran right on into - Ragged Shaw, the wood which backed on to the school. From this wood the - cycle must have emerged. Holmes sat down on a boulder and rested his chin - in his hands. I had smoked two cigarettes before he moved. - </p> - <p> - “Well, well,” said he, at last. “It is, of course, possible that a cunning - man might change the tires of his bicycle in order to leave unfamiliar - tracks. A criminal who was capable of such a thought is a man whom I - should be proud to do business with. We will leave this question undecided - and hark back to our morass again, for we have left a good deal - unexplored.” - </p> - <p> - We continued our systematic survey of the edge of the sodden portion of - the moor, and soon our perseverance was gloriously rewarded. Right across - the lower part of the bog lay a miry path. Holmes gave a cry of delight as - he approached it. An impression like a fine bundle of telegraph wires ran - down the centre of it. It was the Palmer tires. - </p> - <p> - “Here is Herr Heidegger, sure enough!” cried Holmes, exultantly. “My - reasoning seems to have been pretty sound, Watson.” - </p> - <p> - “I congratulate you.” - </p> - <p> - “But we have a long way still to go. Kindly walk clear of the path. Now - let us follow the trail. I fear that it will not lead very far.” - </p> - <p> - We found, however, as we advanced that this portion of the moor is - intersected with soft patches, and, though we frequently lost sight of the - track, we always succeeded in picking it up once more. - </p> - <p> - “Do you observe,” said Holmes, “that the rider is now undoubtedly forcing - the pace? There can be no doubt of it. Look at this impression, where you - get both tires clear. The one is as deep as the other. That can only mean - that the rider is throwing his weight on to the handle-bar, as a man does - when he is sprinting. By Jove! he has had a fall.” - </p> - <p> - There was a broad, irregular smudge covering some yards of the track. Then - there were a few footmarks, and the tire reappeared once more. - </p> - <p> - “A side-slip,” I suggested. - </p> - <p> - Holmes held up a crumpled branch of flowering gorse. To my horror I - perceived that the yellow blossoms were all dabbled with crimson. On the - path, too, and among the heather were dark stains of clotted blood. - </p> - <p> - “Bad!” said Holmes. “Bad! Stand clear, Watson! Not an unnecessary - footstep! What do I read here? He fell wounded—he stood up—he - remounted—he proceeded. But there is no other track. Cattle on this - side path. He was surely not gored by a bull? Impossible! But I see no - traces of anyone else. We must push on, Watson. Surely, with stains as - well as the track to guide us, he cannot escape us now.” - </p> - <p> - Our search was not a very long one. The tracks of the tire began to curve - fantastically upon the wet and shining path. Suddenly, as I looked ahead, - the gleam of metal caught my eye from amid the thick gorse-bushes. Out of - them we dragged a bicycle, Palmer-tired, one pedal bent, and the whole - front of it horribly smeared and slobbered with blood. On the other side - of the bushes a shoe was projecting. We ran round, and there lay the - unfortunate rider. He was a tall man, full-bearded, with spectacles, one - glass of which had been knocked out. The cause of his death was a - frightful blow upon the head, which had crushed in part of his skull. That - he could have gone on after receiving such an injury said much for the - vitality and courage of the man. He wore shoes, but no socks, and his open - coat disclosed a nightshirt beneath it. It was undoubtedly the German - master. - </p> - <p> - Holmes turned the body over reverently, and examined it with great - attention. He then sat in deep thought for a time, and I could see by his - ruffled brow that this grim discovery had not, in his opinion, advanced us - much in our inquiry. - </p> - <p> - “It is a little difficult to know what to do, Watson,” said he, at last. - “My own inclinations are to push this inquiry on, for we have already lost - so much time that we cannot afford to waste another hour. On the other - hand, we are bound to inform the police of the discovery, and to see that - this poor fellow’s body is looked after.” - </p> - <p> - “I could take a note back.” - </p> - <p> - “But I need your company and assistance. Wait a bit! There is a fellow - cutting peat up yonder. Bring him over here, and he will guide the - police.” - </p> - <p> - I brought the peasant across, and Holmes dispatched the frightened man - with a note to Dr. Huxtable. - </p> - <p> - “Now, Watson,” said he, “we have picked up two clues this morning. One is - the bicycle with the Palmer tire, and we see what that has led to. The - other is the bicycle with the patched Dunlop. Before we start to - investigate that, let us try to realize what we <i>do</i> know, so as to make the - most of it, and to separate the essential from the accidental.” - </p> - <p> - “First of all, I wish to impress upon you that the boy certainly left of - his own free-will. He got down from his window and he went off, either - alone or with someone. That is sure.” - </p> - <p> - I assented. - </p> - <p> - “Well, now, let us turn to this unfortunate German master. The boy was - fully dressed when he fled. Therefore, he foresaw what he would do. But - the German went without his socks. He certainly acted on very short - notice.” - </p> - <p> - “Undoubtedly.” - </p> - <p> - “Why did he go? Because, from his bedroom window, he saw the flight of the - boy, because he wished to overtake him and bring him back. He seized his - bicycle, pursued the lad, and in pursuing him met his death.” - </p> - <p> - “So it would seem.” - </p> - <p> - “Now I come to the critical part of my argument. The natural action of a - man in pursuing a little boy would be to run after him. He would know that - he could overtake him. But the German does not do so. He turns to his - bicycle. I am told that he was an excellent cyclist. He would not do this, - if he did not see that the boy had some swift means of escape.” - </p> - <p> - “The other bicycle.” - </p> - <p> - “Let us continue our reconstruction. He meets his death five miles from - the school—not by a bullet, mark you, which even a lad might - conceivably discharge, but by a savage blow dealt by a vigorous arm. The - lad, then, <i>had</i> a companion in his flight. And the flight was a swift one, - since it took five miles before an expert cyclist could overtake them. Yet - we survey the ground round the scene of the tragedy. What do we find? A - few cattle-tracks, nothing more. I took a wide sweep round, and there is - no path within fifty yards. Another cyclist could have had nothing to do - with the actual murder, nor were there any human foot-marks.” - </p> - <p> - “Holmes,” I cried, “this is impossible.” - </p> - <p> - “Admirable!” he said. “A most illuminating remark. It <i>is</i> impossible as I - state it, and therefore I must in some respect have stated it wrong. Yet - you saw for yourself. Can you suggest any fallacy?” - </p> - <p> - “He could not have fractured his skull in a fall?” - </p> - <p> - “In a morass, Watson?” - </p> - <p> - “I am at my wits’ end.” - </p> - <p> - “Tut, tut, we have solved some worse problems. At least we have plenty of - material, if we can only use it. Come, then, and, having exhausted the - Palmer, let us see what the Dunlop with the patched cover has to offer - us.” - </p> - <p> - We picked up the track and followed it onward for some distance, but soon - the moor rose into a long, heather-tufted curve, and we left the - watercourse behind us. No further help from tracks could be hoped for. At - the spot where we saw the last of the Dunlop tire it might equally have - led to Holdernesse Hall, the stately towers of which rose some miles to - our left, or to a low, grey village which lay in front of us and marked - the position of the Chesterfield high road. - </p> - <p> - As we approached the forbidding and squalid inn, with the sign of a - game-cock above the door, Holmes gave a sudden groan, and clutched me by - the shoulder to save himself from falling. He had had one of those violent - strains of the ankle which leave a man helpless. With difficulty he limped - up to the door, where a squat, dark, elderly man was smoking a black clay - pipe. - </p> - <p> - “How are you, Mr. Reuben Hayes?” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Who are you, and how do you get my name so pat?” the countryman answered, - with a suspicious flash of a pair of cunning eyes. - </p> - <p> - “Well, it’s printed on the board above your head. It’s easy to see a man - who is master of his own house. I suppose you haven’t such a thing as a - carriage in your stables?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I have not.” - </p> - <p> - “I can hardly put my foot to the ground.” - </p> - <p> - “Don’t put it to the ground.” - </p> - <p> - “But I can’t walk.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, then hop.” - </p> - <p> - Mr. Reuben Hayes’s manner was far from gracious, but Holmes took it with - admirable good-humour. - </p> - <p> - “Look here, my man,” said he. “This is really rather an awkward fix for - me. I don’t mind how I get on.” - </p> - <p> - “Neither do I,” said the morose landlord. - </p> - <p> - “The matter is very important. I would offer you a sovereign for the use - of a bicycle.” - </p> - <p> - The landlord pricked up his ears. - </p> - <p> - “Where do you want to go?” - </p> - <p> - “To Holdernesse Hall.” - </p> - <p> - “Pals of the Dook, I suppose?” said the landlord, surveying our - mud-stained garments with ironical eyes. - </p> - <p> - Holmes laughed good-naturedly. - </p> - <p> - “He’ll be glad to see us, anyhow.” - </p> - <p> - “Why?” - </p> - <p> - “Because we bring him news of his lost son.” - </p> - <p> - The landlord gave a very visible start. - </p> - <p> - “What, you’re on his track?” - </p> - <p> - “He has been heard of in Liverpool. They expect to get him every hour.” - </p> - <p> - Again a swift change passed over the heavy, unshaven face. His manner was - suddenly genial. - </p> - <p> - “I’ve less reason to wish the Dook well than most men,” said he, “for I - was head coachman once, and cruel bad he treated me. It was him that - sacked me without a character on the word of a lying corn-chandler. But - I’m glad to hear that the young lord was heard of in Liverpool, and I’ll - help you to take the news to the Hall.” - </p> - <p> - “Thank you,” said Holmes. “We’ll have some food first. Then you can bring - round the bicycle.” - </p> - <p> - “I haven’t got a bicycle.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes held up a sovereign. - </p> - <p> - “I tell you, man, that I haven’t got one. I’ll let you have two horses as - far as the Hall.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, well,” said Holmes, “we’ll talk about it when we’ve had something - to eat.” - </p> - <p> - When we were left alone in the stone-flagged kitchen, it was astonishing - how rapidly that sprained ankle recovered. It was nearly nightfall, and we - had eaten nothing since early morning, so that we spent some time over our - meal. Holmes was lost in thought, and once or twice he walked over to the - window and stared earnestly out. It opened on to a squalid courtyard. In - the far corner was a smithy, where a grimy lad was at work. On the other - side were the stables. Holmes had sat down again after one of these - excursions, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with a loud - exclamation. - </p> - <p> - “By heaven, Watson, I believe that I’ve got it!” he cried. “Yes, yes, it - must be so. Watson, do you remember seeing any cow-tracks to-day?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, several.” - </p> - <p> - “Where?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, everywhere. They were at the morass, and again on the path, and - again near where poor Heidegger met his death.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. Well, now, Watson, how many cows did you see on the moor?” - </p> - <p> - “I don’t remember seeing any.” - </p> - <p> - “Strange, Watson, that we should see tracks all along our line, but never - a cow on the whole moor. Very strange, Watson, eh?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, it is strange.” - </p> - <p> - “Now, Watson, make an effort, throw your mind back. Can you see those - tracks upon the path?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I can.” - </p> - <p> - “Can you recall that the tracks were sometimes like that, Watson,”—he - arranged a number of breadcrumbs in this fashion—: : : : :—“and - sometimes like this”—: . : . : . : .—“and occasionally like - this”—.・.・.・. “Can you remember that?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I cannot.” - </p> - <p> - “But I can. I could swear to it. However, we will go back at our leisure - and verify it. What a blind beetle I have been, not to draw my - conclusion.” - </p> - <p> - “And what is your conclusion?” - </p> - <p> - “Only that it is a remarkable cow which walks, canters, and gallops. By - George! Watson, it was no brain of a country publican that thought out - such a blind as that. The coast seems to be clear, save for that lad in - the smithy. Let us slip out and see what we can see.” - </p> - <p> - There were two rough-haired, unkempt horses in the tumble-down stable. - Holmes raised the hind leg of one of them and laughed aloud. - </p> - <p> - “Old shoes, but newly shod—old shoes, but new nails. This case - deserves to be a classic. Let us go across to the smithy.” - </p> - <p> - The lad continued his work without regarding us. I saw Holmes’s eye - darting to right and left among the litter of iron and wood which was - scattered about the floor. Suddenly, however, we heard a step behind us, - and there was the landlord, his heavy eyebrows drawn over his savage eyes, - his swarthy features convulsed with passion. He held a short, metal-headed - stick in his hand, and he advanced in so menacing a fashion that I was - right glad to feel the revolver in my pocket. - </p> - <p> - “You infernal spies!” the man cried. “What are you doing there?” - </p> - <p> - “Why, Mr. Reuben Hayes,” said Holmes, coolly, “one might think that you - were afraid of our finding something out.” - </p> - <p> - The man mastered himself with a violent effort, and his grim mouth - loosened into a false laugh, which was more menacing than his frown. - </p> - <p> - “You’re welcome to all you can find out in my smithy,” said he. “But look - here, mister, I don’t care for folk poking about my place without my - leave, so the sooner you pay your score and get out of this the better I - shall be pleased.” - </p> - <p> - “All right, Mr. Hayes, no harm meant,” said Holmes. “We have been having a - look at your horses, but I think I’ll walk, after all. It’s not far, I - believe.” - </p> - <p> - “Not more than two miles to the Hall gates. That’s the road to the left.” - He watched us with sullen eyes until we had left his premises. - </p> - <p> - We did not go very far along the road, for Holmes stopped the instant that - the curve hid us from the landlord’s view. - </p> - <p> - “We were warm, as the children say, at that inn,” said he. “I seem to grow - colder every step that I take away from it. No, no, I can’t possibly leave - it.” - </p> - <p> - “I am convinced,” said I, “that this Reuben Hayes knows all about it. A - more self-evident villain I never saw.” - </p> - <p> - “Oh! he impressed you in that way, did he? There are the horses, there is - the smithy. Yes, it is an interesting place, this Fighting Cock. I think - we shall have another look at it in an unobtrusive way.” - </p> - <p> - A long, sloping hillside, dotted with grey limestone boulders, stretched - behind us. We had turned off the road, and were making our way up the - hill, when, looking in the direction of Holdernesse Hall, I saw a cyclist - coming swiftly along. - </p> - <p> - “Get down, Watson!” cried Holmes, with a heavy hand upon my shoulder. We - had hardly sunk from view when the man flew past us on the road. Amid a - rolling cloud of dust, I caught a glimpse of a pale, agitated face—a - face with horror in every lineament, the mouth open, the eyes staring - wildly in front. It was like some strange caricature of the dapper James - Wilder whom we had seen the night before. - </p> - <p> - “The Duke’s secretary!” cried Holmes. “Come, Watson, let us see what he - does.” - </p> - <p> - We scrambled from rock to rock, until in a few moments we had made our way - to a point from which we could see the front door of the inn. Wilder’s - bicycle was leaning against the wall beside it. No one was moving about - the house, nor could we catch a glimpse of any faces at the windows. - Slowly the twilight crept down as the sun sank behind the high towers of - Holdernesse Hall. Then, in the gloom, we saw the two side-lamps of a trap - light up in the stable-yard of the inn, and shortly afterwards heard the - rattle of hoofs, as it wheeled out into the road and tore off at a furious - pace in the direction of Chesterfield. - </p> - <p> - “What do you make of that, Watson?” Holmes whispered. - </p> - <p> - “It looks like a flight.” - </p> - <p> - “A single man in a dog-cart, so far as I could see. Well, it certainly was - not Mr. James Wilder, for there he is at the door.” - </p> - <p> - A red square of light had sprung out of the darkness. In the middle of it - was the black figure of the secretary, his head advanced, peering out into - the night. It was evident that he was expecting someone. Then at last - there were steps in the road, a second figure was visible for an instant - against the light, the door shut, and all was black once more. Five - minutes later a lamp was lit in a room upon the first floor. - </p> - <p> - “It seems to be a curious class of custom that is done by the Fighting - Cock,” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “The bar is on the other side.” - </p> - <p> - “Quite so. These are what one may call the private guests. Now, what in - the world is Mr. James Wilder doing in that den at this hour of night, and - who is the companion who comes to meet him there? Come, Watson, we must - really take a risk and try to investigate this a little more closely.” - </p> - <p> - Together we stole down to the road and crept across to the door of the - inn. The bicycle still leaned against the wall. Holmes struck a match and - held it to the back wheel, and I heard him chuckle as the light fell upon - a patched Dunlop tire. Up above us was the lighted window. - </p> - <p> - “I must have a peep through that, Watson. If you bend your back and - support yourself upon the wall, I think that I can manage.” - </p> - <p> - An instant later, his feet were on my shoulders, but he was hardly up - before he was down again. - </p> - <p> - “Come, my friend,” said he, “our day’s work has been quite long enough. I - think that we have gathered all that we can. It’s a long walk to the - school, and the sooner we get started the better.” - </p> - <p> - He hardly opened his lips during that weary trudge across the moor, nor - would he enter the school when he reached it, but went on to Mackleton - Station, whence he could send some telegrams. Late at night I heard him - consoling Dr. Huxtable, prostrated by the tragedy of his master’s death, - and later still he entered my room as alert and vigorous as he had been - when he started in the morning. “All goes well, my friend,” said he. “I - promise that before to-morrow evening we shall have reached the solution - of the mystery.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - At eleven o’clock next morning my friend and I were walking up the famous - yew avenue of Holdernesse Hall. We were ushered through the magnificent - Elizabethan doorway and into his Grace’s study. There we found Mr. James - Wilder, demure and courtly, but with some trace of that wild terror of the - night before still lurking in his furtive eyes and in his twitching - features. - </p> - <p> - “You have come to see his Grace? I am sorry, but the fact is that the Duke - is far from well. He has been very much upset by the tragic news. We - received a telegram from Dr. Huxtable yesterday afternoon, which told us - of your discovery.” - </p> - <p> - “I must see the Duke, Mr. Wilder.” - </p> - <p> - “But he is in his room.” - </p> - <p> - “Then I must go to his room.” - </p> - <p> - “I believe he is in his bed.” - </p> - <p> - “I will see him there.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes’s cold and inexorable manner showed the secretary that it was - useless to argue with him. - </p> - <p> - “Very good, Mr. Holmes, I will tell him that you are here.” - </p> - <p> - After an hour’s delay, the great nobleman appeared. His face was more - cadaverous than ever, his shoulders had rounded, and he seemed to me to be - an altogether older man than he had been the morning before. He greeted us - with a stately courtesy and seated himself at his desk, his red beard - streaming down on the table. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Mr. Holmes?” said he. - </p> - <p> - But my friend’s eyes were fixed upon the secretary, who stood by his - master’s chair. - </p> - <p> - “I think, your Grace, that I could speak more freely in Mr. Wilder’s - absence.” - </p> - <p> - The man turned a shade paler and cast a malignant glance at Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “If your Grace wishes——” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, yes, you had better go. Now, Mr. Holmes, what have you to say?” - </p> - <p> - My friend waited until the door had closed behind the retreating - secretary. - </p> - <p> - “The fact is, your Grace,” said he, “that my colleague, Dr. Watson, and - myself had an assurance from Dr. Huxtable that a reward had been offered - in this case. I should like to have this confirmed from your own lips.” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly, Mr. Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “It amounted, if I am correctly informed, to five thousand pounds to - anyone who will tell you where your son is?” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly.” - </p> - <p> - “And another thousand to the man who will name the person or persons who - keep him in custody?” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly.” - </p> - <p> - “Under the latter heading is included, no doubt, not only those who may - have taken him away, but also those who conspire to keep him in his - present position?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, yes,” cried the Duke, impatiently. “If you do your work well, Mr. - Sherlock Holmes, you will have no reason to complain of niggardly - treatment.” - </p> - <p> - My friend rubbed his thin hands together with an appearance of avidity - which was a surprise to me, who knew his frugal tastes. - </p> - <p> - “I fancy that I see your Grace’s check-book upon the table,” said he. “I - should be glad if you would make me out a check for six thousand pounds. - It would be as well, perhaps, for you to cross it. The Capital and - Counties Bank, Oxford Street branch are my agents.” - </p> - <p> - His Grace sat very stern and upright in his chair and looked stonily at my - friend. - </p> - <p> - “Is this a joke, Mr. Holmes? It is hardly a subject for pleasantry.” - </p> - <p> - “Not at all, your Grace. I was never more earnest in my life.” - </p> - <p> - “What do you mean, then?” - </p> - <p> - “I mean that I have earned the reward. I know where your son is, and I - know some, at least, of those who are holding him.” - </p> - <p> - The Duke’s beard had turned more aggressively red than ever against his - ghastly white face. - </p> - <p> - “Where is he?” he gasped. - </p> - <p> - “He is, or was last night, at the Fighting Cock Inn, about two miles from - your park gate.” - </p> - <p> - The Duke fell back in his chair. - </p> - <p> - “And whom do you accuse?” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes’s answer was an astounding one. He stepped swiftly forward - and touched the Duke upon the shoulder. - </p> - <p> - “I accuse <i>you</i>,” said he. “And now, your Grace, I’ll trouble you for that - check.” - </p> - <p> - Never shall I forget the Duke’s appearance as he sprang up and clawed with - his hands, like one who is sinking into an abyss. Then, with an - extraordinary effort of aristocratic self-command, he sat down and sank - his face in his hands. It was some minutes before he spoke. - </p> - <p> - “How much do you know?” he asked at last, without raising his head. - </p> - <p> - “I saw you together last night.” - </p> - <p> - “Does anyone else beside your friend know?” - </p> - <p> - “I have spoken to no one.” - </p> - <p> - The Duke took a pen in his quivering fingers and opened his check-book. - </p> - <p> - “I shall be as good as my word, Mr. Holmes. I am about to write your - check, however unwelcome the information which you have gained may be to - me. When the offer was first made, I little thought the turn which events - might take. But you and your friend are men of discretion, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “I hardly understand your Grace.” - </p> - <p> - “I must put it plainly, Mr. Holmes. If only you two know of this incident, - there is no reason why it should go any farther. I think twelve thousand - pounds is the sum that I owe you, is it not?” - </p> - <p> - But Holmes smiled and shook his head. - </p> - <p> - “I fear, your Grace, that matters can hardly be arranged so easily. There - is the death of this schoolmaster to be accounted for.” - </p> - <p> - “But James knew nothing of that. You cannot hold him responsible for that. - It was the work of this brutal ruffian whom he had the misfortune to - employ.” - </p> - <p> - “I must take the view, your Grace, that when a man embarks upon a crime, - he is morally guilty of any other crime which may spring from it.” - </p> - <p> - “Morally, Mr. Holmes. No doubt you are right. But surely not in the eyes - of the law. A man cannot be condemned for a murder at which he was not - present, and which he loathes and abhors as much as you do. The instant - that he heard of it he made a complete confession to me, so filled was he - with horror and remorse. He lost not an hour in breaking entirely with the - murderer. Oh, Mr. Holmes, you must save him—you must save him! I - tell you that you must save him!” The Duke had dropped the last attempt at - self-command, and was pacing the room with a convulsed face and with his - clenched hands raving in the air. At last he mastered himself and sat down - once more at his desk. “I appreciate your conduct in coming here before - you spoke to anyone else,” said he. “At least, we may take counsel how far - we can minimize this hideous scandal.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly,” said Holmes. “I think, your Grace, that this can only be done - by absolute frankness between us. I am disposed to help your Grace to the - best of my ability, but, in order to do so, I must understand to the last - detail how the matter stands. I realize that your words applied to Mr. - James Wilder, and that he is not the murderer.” - </p> - <p> - “No, the murderer has escaped.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes smiled demurely. - </p> - <p> - “Your Grace can hardly have heard of any small reputation which I possess, - or you would not imagine that it is so easy to escape me. Mr. Reuben Hayes - was arrested at Chesterfield, on my information, at eleven o’clock last - night. I had a telegram from the head of the local police before I left - the school this morning.” - </p> - <p> - The Duke leaned back in his chair and stared with amazement at my friend. - </p> - <p> - “You seem to have powers that are hardly human,” said he. “So Reuben Hayes - is taken? I am right glad to hear it, if it will not react upon the fate - of James.” - </p> - <p> - “Your secretary?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, my son.” - </p> - <p> - It was Holmes’s turn to look astonished. - </p> - <p> - “I confess that this is entirely new to me, your Grace. I must beg you to - be more explicit.” - </p> - <p> - “I will conceal nothing from you. I agree with you that complete - frankness, however painful it may be to me, is the best policy in this - desperate situation to which James’s folly and jealousy have reduced us. - When I was a very young man, Mr. Holmes, I loved with such a love as comes - only once in a lifetime. I offered the lady marriage, but she refused it - on the grounds that such a match might mar my career. Had she lived, I - would certainly never have married anyone else. She died, and left this - one child, whom for her sake I have cherished and cared for. I could not - acknowledge the paternity to the world, but I gave him the best of - educations, and since he came to manhood I have kept him near my person. - He surmised my secret, and has presumed ever since upon the claim which he - has upon me, and upon his power of provoking a scandal which would be - abhorrent to me. His presence had something to do with the unhappy issue - of my marriage. Above all, he hated my young legitimate heir from the - first with a persistent hatred. You may well ask me why, under these - circumstances, I still kept James under my roof. I answer that it was - because I could see his mother’s face in his, and that for her dear sake - there was no end to my long-suffering. All her pretty ways too—there - was not one of them which he could not suggest and bring back to my - memory. I <i>could</i> not send him away. But I feared so much lest he should do - Arthur—that is, Lord Saltire—a mischief, that I dispatched him - for safety to Dr. Huxtable’s school. - </p> - <p> - “James came into contact with this fellow Hayes, because the man was a - tenant of mine, and James acted as agent. The fellow was a rascal from the - beginning, but, in some extraordinary way, James became intimate with him. - He had always a taste for low company. When James determined to kidnap - Lord Saltire, it was of this man’s service that he availed himself. You - remember that I wrote to Arthur upon that last day. Well, James opened the - letter and inserted a note asking Arthur to meet him in a little wood - called the Ragged Shaw, which is near to the school. He used the Duchess’s - name, and in that way got the boy to come. That evening James bicycled - over—I am telling you what he has himself confessed to me—and - he told Arthur, whom he met in the wood, that his mother longed to see - him, that she was awaiting him on the moor, and that if he would come back - into the wood at midnight he would find a man with a horse, who would take - him to her. Poor Arthur fell into the trap. He came to the appointment, - and found this fellow Hayes with a led pony. Arthur mounted, and they set - off together. It appears—though this James only heard yesterday—that - they were pursued, that Hayes struck the pursuer with his stick, and that - the man died of his injuries. Hayes brought Arthur to his public-house, - the Fighting Cock, where he was confined in an upper room, under the care - of Mrs. Hayes, who is a kindly woman, but entirely under the control of - her brutal husband. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Mr. Holmes, that was the state of affairs when I first saw you two - days ago. I had no more idea of the truth than you. You will ask me what - was James’s motive in doing such a deed. I answer that there was a great - deal which was unreasoning and fanatical in the hatred which he bore my - heir. In his view he should himself have been heir of all my estates, and - he deeply resented those social laws which made it impossible. At the same - time, he had a definite motive also. He was eager that I should break the - entail, and he was of opinion that it lay in my power to do so. He - intended to make a bargain with me—to restore Arthur if I would - break the entail, and so make it possible for the estate to be left to him - by will. He knew well that I should never willingly invoke the aid of the - police against him. I say that he would have proposed such a bargain to - me, but he did not actually do so, for events moved too quickly for him, - and he had not time to put his plans into practice. - </p> - <p> - “What brought all his wicked scheme to wreck was your discovery of this - man Heidegger’s dead body. James was seized with horror at the news. It - came to us yesterday, as we sat together in this study. Dr. Huxtable had - sent a telegram. James was so overwhelmed with grief and agitation that my - suspicions, which had never been entirely absent, rose instantly to a - certainty, and I taxed him with the deed. He made a complete voluntary - confession. Then he implored me to keep his secret for three days longer, - so as to give his wretched accomplice a chance of saving his guilty life. - I yielded—as I have always yielded—to his prayers, and - instantly James hurried off to the Fighting Cock to warn Hayes and give - him the means of flight. I could not go there by daylight without - provoking comment, but as soon as night fell I hurried off to see my dear - Arthur. I found him safe and well, but horrified beyond expression by the - dreadful deed he had witnessed. In deference to my promise, and much - against my will, I consented to leave him there for three days, under the - charge of Mrs. Hayes, since it was evident that it was impossible to - inform the police where he was without telling them also who was the - murderer, and I could not see how that murderer could be punished without - ruin to my unfortunate James. You asked for frankness, Mr. Holmes, and I - have taken you at your word, for I have now told you everything without an - attempt at circumlocution or concealment. Do you in turn be as frank with - me.” - </p> - <p> - “I will,” said Holmes. “In the first place, your Grace, I am bound to tell - you that you have placed yourself in a most serious position in the eyes - of the law. You have condoned a felony, and you have aided the escape of a - murderer, for I cannot doubt that any money which was taken by James - Wilder to aid his accomplice in his flight came from your Grace’s purse.” - </p> - <p> - The Duke bowed his assent. - </p> - <p> - “This is, indeed, a most serious matter. Even more culpable in my opinion, - your Grace, is your attitude towards your younger son. You leave him in - this den for three days.” - </p> - <p> - “Under solemn promises——” - </p> - <p> - “What are promises to such people as these? You have no guarantee that he - will not be spirited away again. To humour your guilty elder son, you have - exposed your innocent younger son to imminent and unnecessary danger. It - was a most unjustifiable action.” - </p> - <p> - The proud lord of Holdernesse was not accustomed to be so rated in his own - ducal hall. The blood flushed into his high forehead, but his conscience - held him dumb. - </p> - <p> - “I will help you, but on one condition only. It is that you ring for the - footman and let me give such orders as I like.” - </p> - <p> - Without a word, the Duke pressed the electric bell. A servant entered. - </p> - <p> - “You will be glad to hear,” said Holmes, “that your young master is found. - It is the Duke’s desire that the carriage shall go at once to the Fighting - Cock Inn to bring Lord Saltire home. - </p> - <p> - “Now,” said Holmes, when the rejoicing lackey had disappeared, “having - secured the future, we can afford to be more lenient with the past. I am - not in an official position, and there is no reason, so long as the ends - of justice are served, why I should disclose all that I know. As to Hayes, - I say nothing. The gallows awaits him, and I would do nothing to save him - from it. What he will divulge I cannot tell, but I have no doubt that your - Grace could make him understand that it is to his interest to be silent. - From the police point of view he will have kidnapped the boy for the - purpose of ransom. If they do not themselves find it out, I see no reason - why I should prompt them to take a broader point of view. I would warn - your Grace, however, that the continued presence of Mr. James Wilder in - your household can only lead to misfortune.” - </p> - <p> - “I understand that, Mr. Holmes, and it is already settled that he shall - leave me forever, and go to seek his fortune in Australia.” - </p> - <p> - “In that case, your Grace, since you have yourself stated that any - unhappiness in your married life was caused by his presence, I would - suggest that you make such amends as you can to the Duchess, and that you - try to resume those relations which have been so unhappily interrupted.” - </p> - <p> - “That also I have arranged, Mr. Holmes. I wrote to the Duchess this - morning.” - </p> - <p> - “In that case,” said Holmes, rising, “I think that my friend and I can - congratulate ourselves upon several most happy results from our little - visit to the North. There is one other small point upon which I desire - some light. This fellow Hayes had shod his horses with shoes which - counterfeited the tracks of cows. Was it from Mr. Wilder that he learned - so extraordinary a device?” - </p> - <p> - The Duke stood in thought for a moment, with a look of intense surprise on - his face. Then he opened a door and showed us into a large room furnished - as a museum. He led the way to a glass case in a corner, and pointed to - the inscription. - </p> - <p> - “These shoes,” it ran, “were dug up in the moat of Holdernesse Hall. They - are for the use of horses, but they are shaped below with a cloven foot of - iron, so as to throw pursuers off the track. They are supposed to have - belonged to some of the marauding Barons of Holdernesse in the Middle - Ages.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes opened the case, and moistening his finger he passed it along the - shoe. A thin film of recent mud was left upon his skin. - </p> - <p> - “Thank you,” said he, as he replaced the glass. “It is the second most - interesting object that I have seen in the North.” - </p> - <p> - “And the first?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes folded up his check and placed it carefully in his notebook. “I am - a poor man,” said he, as he patted it affectionately, and thrust it into - the depths of his inner pocket. - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap06"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF BLACK PETER</h2> - - <p> - I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental and - physical, than in the year ’95. His increasing fame had brought with it an - immense practice, and I should be guilty of an indiscretion if I were even - to hint at the identity of some of the illustrious clients who crossed our - humble threshold in Baker Street. Holmes, however, like all great artists, - lived for his art’s sake, and, save in the case of the Duke of - Holdernesse, I have seldom known him claim any large reward for his - inestimable services. So unworldly was he—or so capricious—that - he frequently refused his help to the powerful and wealthy where the - problem made no appeal to his sympathies, while he would devote weeks of - most intense application to the affairs of some humble client whose case - presented those strange and dramatic qualities which appealed to his - imagination and challenged his ingenuity. - </p> - <p> - In this memorable year ’95, a curious and incongruous succession of cases - had engaged his attention, ranging from his famous investigation of the - sudden death of Cardinal Tosca—an inquiry which was carried out by - him at the express desire of His Holiness the Pope—down to his - arrest of Wilson, the notorious canary-trainer, which removed a - plague-spot from the East End of London. Close on the heels of these two - famous cases came the tragedy of Woodman’s Lee, and the very obscure - circumstances which surrounded the death of Captain Peter Carey. No record - of the doings of Mr. Sherlock Holmes would be complete which did not - include some account of this very unusual affair. - </p> - <p> - During the first week of July, my friend had been absent so often and so - long from our lodgings that I knew he had something on hand. The fact that - several rough-looking men called during that time and inquired for Captain - Basil made me understand that Holmes was working somewhere under one of - the numerous disguises and names with which he concealed his own - formidable identity. He had at least five small refuges in different parts - of London, in which he was able to change his personality. He said nothing - of his business to me, and it was not my habit to force a confidence. The - first positive sign which he gave me of the direction which his - investigation was taking was an extraordinary one. He had gone out before - breakfast, and I had sat down to mine when he strode into the room, his - hat upon his head and a huge barbed-headed spear tucked like an umbrella - under his arm. - </p> - <p> - “Good gracious, Holmes!” I cried. “You don’t mean to say that you have - been walking about London with that thing?” - </p> - <p> - “I drove to the butcher’s and back.” - </p> - <p> - “The butcher’s?” - </p> - <p> - “And I return with an excellent appetite. There can be no question, my - dear Watson, of the value of exercise before breakfast. But I am prepared - to bet that you will not guess the form that my exercise has taken.” - </p> - <p> - “I will not attempt it.” - </p> - <p> - He chuckled as he poured out the coffee. - </p> - <p> - “If you could have looked into Allardyce’s back shop, you would have seen - a dead pig swung from a hook in the ceiling, and a gentleman in his shirt - sleeves furiously stabbing at it with this weapon. I was that energetic - person, and I have satisfied myself that by no exertion of my strength can - I transfix the pig with a single blow. Perhaps you would care to try?” - </p> - <p> - “Not for worlds. But why were you doing this?” - </p> - <p> - “Because it seemed to me to have an indirect bearing upon the mystery of - Woodman’s Lee. Ah, Hopkins, I got your wire last night, and I have been - expecting you. Come and join us.” - </p> - <p> - Our visitor was an exceedingly alert man, thirty years of age, dressed in - a quiet tweed suit, but retaining the erect bearing of one who was - accustomed to official uniform. I recognized him at once as Stanley - Hopkins, a young police inspector, for whose future Holmes had high hopes, - while he in turn professed the admiration and respect of a pupil for the - scientific methods of the famous amateur. Hopkins’s brow was clouded, and - he sat down with an air of deep dejection. - </p> - <p> - “No, thank you, sir. I breakfasted before I came round. I spent the night - in town, for I came up yesterday to report.” - </p> - <p> - “And what had you to report?” - </p> - <p> - “Failure, sir, absolute failure.” - </p> - <p> - “You have made no progress?” - </p> - <p> - “None.” - </p> - <p> - “Dear me! I must have a look at the matter.” - </p> - <p> - “I wish to heavens that you would, Mr. Holmes. It’s my first big chance, - and I am at my wits’ end. For goodness’ sake, come down and lend me a - hand.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, well, it just happens that I have already read all the available - evidence, including the report of the inquest, with some care. By the way, - what do you make of that tobacco pouch, found on the scene of the crime? - Is there no clue there?” - </p> - <p> - Hopkins looked surprised. - </p> - <p> - “It was the man’s own pouch, sir. His initials were inside it. And it was - of sealskin,—and he was an old sealer.” - </p> - <p> - “But he had no pipe.” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, we could find no pipe. Indeed, he smoked very little, and yet he - might have kept some tobacco for his friends.” - </p> - <p> - “No doubt. I only mention it because, if I had been handling the case, I - should have been inclined to make that the starting-point of my - investigation. However, my friend, Dr. Watson, knows nothing of this - matter, and I should be none the worse for hearing the sequence of events - once more. Just give us some short sketches of the essentials.” - </p> - <p> - Stanley Hopkins drew a slip of paper from his pocket. - </p> - <p> - “I have a few dates here which will give you the career of the dead man, - Captain Peter Carey. He was born in ’45—fifty years of age. He was a - most daring and successful seal and whale fisher. In 1883 he commanded the - steam sealer <i>Sea Unicorn</i>, of Dundee. He had then had several successful - voyages in succession, and in the following year, 1884, he retired. After - that he travelled for some years, and finally he bought a small place - called Woodman’s Lee, near Forest Row, in Sussex. There he has lived for - six years, and there he died just a week ago to-day. - </p> - <p> - “There were some most singular points about the man. In ordinary life, he - was a strict Puritan—a silent, gloomy fellow. His household - consisted of his wife, his daughter, aged twenty, and two female servants. - These last were continually changing, for it was never a very cheery - situation, and sometimes it became past all bearing. The man was an - intermittent drunkard, and when he had the fit on him he was a perfect - fiend. He has been known to drive his wife and daughter out of doors in - the middle of the night and flog them through the park until the whole - village outside the gates was aroused by their screams. - </p> - <p> - “He was summoned once for a savage assault upon the old vicar, who had - called upon him to remonstrate with him upon his conduct. In short, Mr. - Holmes, you would go far before you found a more dangerous man than Peter - Carey, and I have heard that he bore the same character when he commanded - his ship. He was known in the trade as Black Peter, and the name was given - him, not only on account of his swarthy features and the colour of his - huge beard, but for the humours which were the terror of all around him. I - need not say that he was loathed and avoided by every one of his - neighbours, and that I have not heard one single word of sorrow about his - terrible end. - </p> - <p> - “You must have read in the account of the inquest about the man’s cabin, - Mr. Holmes, but perhaps your friend here has not heard of it. He had built - himself a wooden outhouse—he always called it the ‘cabin’—a - few hundred yards from his house, and it was here that he slept every - night. It was a little, single-roomed hut, sixteen feet by ten. He kept - the key in his pocket, made his own bed, cleaned it himself, and allowed - no other foot to cross the threshold. There are small windows on each - side, which were covered by curtains and never opened. One of these - windows was turned towards the high road, and when the light burned in it - at night the folk used to point it out to each other and wonder what Black - Peter was doing in there. That’s the window, Mr. Holmes, which gave us one - of the few bits of positive evidence that came out at the inquest. - </p> - <p> - “You remember that a stonemason, named Slater, walking from Forest Row - about one o’clock in the morning—two days before the murder—stopped - as he passed the grounds and looked at the square of light still shining - among the trees. He swears that the shadow of a man’s head turned sideways - was clearly visible on the blind, and that this shadow was certainly not - that of Peter Carey, whom he knew well. It was that of a bearded man, but - the beard was short and bristled forward in a way very different from that - of the captain. So he says, but he had been two hours in the public-house, - and it is some distance from the road to the window. Besides, this refers - to the Monday, and the crime was done upon the Wednesday. - </p> - <p> - “On the Tuesday, Peter Carey was in one of his blackest moods, flushed - with drink and as savage as a dangerous wild beast. He roamed about the - house, and the women ran for it when they heard him coming. Late in the - evening, he went down to his own hut. About two o’clock the following - morning, his daughter, who slept with her window open, heard a most - fearful yell from that direction, but it was no unusual thing for him to - bawl and shout when he was in drink, so no notice was taken. On rising at - seven, one of the maids noticed that the door of the hut was open, but so - great was the terror which the man caused that it was midday before anyone - would venture down to see what had become of him. Peeping into the open - door, they saw a sight which sent them flying, with white faces, into the - village. Within an hour, I was on the spot and had taken over the case. - </p> - <p> - “Well, I have fairly steady nerves, as you know, Mr. Holmes, but I give - you my word, that I got a shake when I put my head into that little house. - It was droning like a harmonium with the flies and bluebottles, and the - floor and walls were like a slaughter-house. He had called it a cabin, and - a cabin it was, sure enough, for you would have thought that you were in a - ship. There was a bunk at one end, a sea-chest, maps and charts, a picture - of the <i>Sea Unicorn</i>, a line of logbooks on a shelf, all exactly as one - would expect to find it in a captain’s room. And there, in the middle of - it, was the man himself—his face twisted like a lost soul in - torment, and his great brindled beard stuck upward in his agony. Right - through his broad breast a steel harpoon had been driven, and it had sunk - deep into the wood of the wall behind him. He was pinned like a beetle on - a card. Of course, he was quite dead, and had been so from the instant - that he had uttered that last yell of agony. - </p> - <p> - “I know your methods, sir, and I applied them. Before I permitted anything - to be moved, I examined most carefully the ground outside, and also the - floor of the room. There were no footmarks.” - </p> - <p> - “Meaning that you saw none?” - </p> - <p> - “I assure you, sir, that there were none.” - </p> - <p> - “My good Hopkins, I have investigated many crimes, but I have never yet - seen one which was committed by a flying creature. As long as the criminal - remains upon two legs so long must there be some indentation, some - abrasion, some trifling displacement which can be detected by the - scientific searcher. It is incredible that this blood-bespattered room - contained no trace which could have aided us. I understand, however, from - the inquest that there were some objects which you failed to overlook?” - </p> - <p> - The young inspector winced at my companion’s ironical comments. - </p> - <p> - “I was a fool not to call you in at the time Mr. Holmes. However, that’s - past praying for now. Yes, there were several objects in the room which - called for special attention. One was the harpoon with which the deed was - committed. It had been snatched down from a rack on the wall. Two others - remained there, and there was a vacant place for the third. On the stock - was engraved ‘SS. <i>Sea Unicorn</i>, Dundee.’ This seemed to establish that the - crime had been done in a moment of fury, and that the murderer had seized - the first weapon which came in his way. The fact that the crime was - committed at two in the morning, and yet Peter Carey was fully dressed, - suggested that he had an appointment with the murderer, which is borne out - by the fact that a bottle of rum and two dirty glasses stood upon the - table.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes,” said Holmes; “I think that both inferences are permissible. Was - there any other spirit but rum in the room?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, there was a tantalus containing brandy and whisky on the sea-chest. - It is of no importance to us, however, since the decanters were full, and - it had therefore not been used.” - </p> - <p> - “For all that, its presence has some significance,” said Holmes. “However, - let us hear some more about the objects which do seem to you to bear upon - the case.” - </p> - <p> - “There was this tobacco-pouch upon the table.” - </p> - <p> - “What part of the table?” - </p> - <p> - “It lay in the middle. It was of coarse sealskin—the straight-haired - skin, with a leather thong to bind it. Inside was ‘P.C.’ on the flap. - There was half an ounce of strong ship’s tobacco in it.” - </p> - <p> - “Excellent! What more?” - </p> - <p> - Stanley Hopkins drew from his pocket a drab-covered notebook. The outside - was rough and worn, the leaves discoloured. On the first page were written - the initials “J.H.N.” and the date “1883.” Holmes laid it on the table and - examined it in his minute way, while Hopkins and I gazed over each - shoulder. On the second page were the printed letters “C.P.R.,” and then - came several sheets of numbers. Another heading was “Argentine,” another - “Costa Rica,” and another “San Paulo,” each with pages of signs and - figures after it. - </p> - <p> - “What do you make of these?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “They appear to be lists of Stock Exchange securities. I thought that - ‘J.H.N.’ were the initials of a broker, and that ‘C.P.R.’ may have been - his client.” - </p> - <p> - “Try Canadian Pacific Railway,” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - Stanley Hopkins swore between his teeth, and struck his thigh with his - clenched hand. - </p> - <p> - “What a fool I have been!” he cried. “Of course, it is as you say. Then - ‘J.H.N.’ are the only initials we have to solve. I have already examined - the old Stock Exchange lists, and I can find no one in 1883, either in the - house or among the outside brokers, whose initials correspond with these. - Yet I feel that the clue is the most important one that I hold. You will - admit, Mr. Holmes, that there is a possibility that these initials are - those of the second person who was present—in other words, of the - murderer. I would also urge that the introduction into the case of a - document relating to large masses of valuable securities gives us for the - first time some indication of a motive for the crime.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes’s face showed that he was thoroughly taken aback by this - new development. - </p> - <p> - “I must admit both your points,” said he. “I confess that this notebook, - which did not appear at the inquest, modifies any views which I may have - formed. I had come to a theory of the crime in which I can find no place - for this. Have you endeavoured to trace any of the securities here - mentioned?” - </p> - <p> - “Inquiries are now being made at the offices, but I fear that the complete - register of the stockholders of these South American concerns is in South - America, and that some weeks must elapse before we can trace the shares.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes had been examining the cover of the notebook with his magnifying - lens. - </p> - <p> - “Surely there is some discolouration here,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, it is a blood-stain. I told you that I picked the book off the - floor.” - </p> - <p> - “Was the blood-stain above or below?” - </p> - <p> - “On the side next the boards.” - </p> - <p> - “Which proves, of course, that the book was dropped after the crime was - committed.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly, Mr. Holmes. I appreciated that point, and I conjectured that it - was dropped by the murderer in his hurried flight. It lay near the door.” - </p> - <p> - “I suppose that none of these securities have been found among the - property of the dead man?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you any reason to suspect robbery?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir. Nothing seemed to have been touched.” - </p> - <p> - “Dear me, it is certainly a very interesting case. Then there was a knife, - was there not?” - </p> - <p> - “A sheath-knife, still in its sheath. It lay at the feet of the dead man. - Mrs. Carey has identified it as being her husband’s property.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes was lost in thought for some time. - </p> - <p> - “Well,” said he, at last, “I suppose I shall have to come out and have a - look at it.” - </p> - <p> - Stanley Hopkins gave a cry of joy. - </p> - <p> - “Thank you, sir. That will, indeed, be a weight off my mind.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes shook his finger at the inspector. - </p> - <p> - “It would have been an easier task a week ago,” said he. “But even now my - visit may not be entirely fruitless. Watson, if you can spare the time, I - should be very glad of your company. If you will call a four-wheeler, - Hopkins, we shall be ready to start for Forest Row in a quarter of an - hour.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - Alighting at the small wayside station, we drove for some miles through - the remains of widespread woods, which were once part of that great forest - which for so long held the Saxon invaders at bay—the impenetrable - “weald,” for sixty years the bulwark of Britain. Vast sections of it have - been cleared, for this is the seat of the first iron-works of the country, - and the trees have been felled to smelt the ore. Now the richer fields of - the North have absorbed the trade, and nothing save these ravaged groves - and great scars in the earth show the work of the past. Here, in a - clearing upon the green slope of a hill, stood a long, low, stone house, - approached by a curving drive running through the fields. Nearer the road, - and surrounded on three sides by bushes, was a small outhouse, one window - and the door facing in our direction. It was the scene of the murder. - </p> - <p> - Stanley Hopkins led us first to the house, where he introduced us to a - haggard, grey-haired woman, the widow of the murdered man, whose gaunt and - deep-lined face, with the furtive look of terror in the depths of her - red-rimmed eyes, told of the years of hardship and ill-usage which she had - endured. With her was her daughter, a pale, fair-haired girl, whose eyes - blazed defiantly at us as she told us that she was glad that her father - was dead, and that she blessed the hand which had struck him down. It was - a terrible household that Black Peter Carey had made for himself, and it - was with a sense of relief that we found ourselves in the sunlight again - and making our way along a path which had been worn across the fields by - the feet of the dead man. - </p> - <p> - The outhouse was the simplest of dwellings, wooden-walled, shingle-roofed, - one window beside the door and one on the farther side. Stanley Hopkins - drew the key from his pocket and had stooped to the lock, when he paused - with a look of attention and surprise upon his face. - </p> - <p> - “Someone has been tampering with it,” he said. - </p> - <p> - There could be no doubt of the fact. The woodwork was cut, and the - scratches showed white through the paint, as if they had been that instant - done. Holmes had been examining the window. - </p> - <p> - “Someone has tried to force this also. Whoever it was has failed to make - his way in. He must have been a very poor burglar.” - </p> - <p> - “This is a most extraordinary thing,” said the inspector, “I could swear - that these marks were not here yesterday evening.” - </p> - <p> - “Some curious person from the village, perhaps,” I suggested. - </p> - <p> - “Very unlikely. Few of them would dare to set foot in the grounds, far - less try to force their way into the cabin. What do you think of it, Mr. - Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “I think that fortune is very kind to us.” - </p> - <p> - “You mean that the person will come again?” - </p> - <p> - “It is very probable. He came expecting to find the door open. He tried to - get in with the blade of a very small penknife. He could not manage it. - What would he do?” - </p> - <p> - “Come again next night with a more useful tool.” - </p> - <p> - “So I should say. It will be our fault if we are not there to receive him. - Meanwhile, let me see the inside of the cabin.” - </p> - <p> - The traces of the tragedy had been removed, but the furniture within the - little room still stood as it had been on the night of the crime. For two - hours, with most intense concentration, Holmes examined every object in - turn, but his face showed that his quest was not a successful one. Once - only he paused in his patient investigation. - </p> - <p> - “Have you taken anything off this shelf, Hopkins?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I have moved nothing.” - </p> - <p> - “Something has been taken. There is less dust in this corner of the shelf - than elsewhere. It may have been a book lying on its side. It may have - been a box. Well, well, I can do nothing more. Let us walk in these - beautiful woods, Watson, and give a few hours to the birds and the - flowers. We shall meet you here later, Hopkins, and see if we can come to - closer quarters with the gentleman who has paid this visit in the night.” - </p> - <p> - It was past eleven o’clock when we formed our little ambuscade. Hopkins - was for leaving the door of the hut open, but Holmes was of the opinion - that this would rouse the suspicions of the stranger. The lock was a - perfectly simple one, and only a strong blade was needed to push it back. - Holmes also suggested that we should wait, not inside the hut, but outside - it, among the bushes which grew round the farther window. In this way we - should be able to watch our man if he struck a light, and see what his - object was in this stealthy nocturnal visit. - </p> - <p> - It was a long and melancholy vigil, and yet brought with it something of - the thrill which the hunter feels when he lies beside the water-pool, and - waits for the coming of the thirsty beast of prey. What savage creature - was it which might steal upon us out of the darkness? Was it a fierce - tiger of crime, which could only be taken fighting hard with flashing fang - and claw, or would it prove to be some skulking jackal, dangerous only to - the weak and unguarded? - </p> - <p> - In absolute silence we crouched amongst the bushes, waiting for whatever - might come. At first the steps of a few belated villagers, or the sound of - voices from the village, lightened our vigil, but one by one these - interruptions died away, and an absolute stillness fell upon us, save for - the chimes of the distant church, which told us of the progress of the - night, and for the rustle and whisper of a fine rain falling amid the - foliage which roofed us in. - </p> - <p> - Half-past two had chimed, and it was the darkest hour which precedes the - dawn, when we all started as a low but sharp click came from the direction - of the gate. Someone had entered the drive. Again there was a long - silence, and I had begun to fear that it was a false alarm, when a - stealthy step was heard upon the other side of the hut, and a moment later - a metallic scraping and clinking. The man was trying to force the lock. - This time his skill was greater or his tool was better, for there was a - sudden snap and the creak of the hinges. Then a match was struck, and next - instant the steady light from a candle filled the interior of the hut. - Through the gauze curtain our eyes were all riveted upon the scene within. - </p> - <p> - The nocturnal visitor was a young man, frail and thin, with a black - moustache, which intensified the deadly pallor of his face. He could not - have been much above twenty years of age. I have never seen any human - being who appeared to be in such a pitiable fright, for his teeth were - visibly chattering, and he was shaking in every limb. He was dressed like - a gentleman, in Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers, with a cloth cap upon - his head. We watched him staring round with frightened eyes. Then he laid - the candle-end upon the table and disappeared from our view into one of - the corners. He returned with a large book, one of the logbooks which - formed a line upon the shelves. Leaning on the table, he rapidly turned - over the leaves of this volume until he came to the entry which he sought. - Then, with an angry gesture of his clenched hand, he closed the book, - replaced it in the corner, and put out the light. He had hardly turned to - leave the hut when Hopkin’s hand was on the fellow’s collar, and I heard - his loud gasp of terror as he understood that he was taken. The candle was - relit, and there was our wretched captive, shivering and cowering in the - grasp of the detective. He sank down upon the sea-chest, and looked - helplessly from one of us to the other. - </p> - <p> - “Now, my fine fellow,” said Stanley Hopkins, “who are you, and what do you - want here?” - </p> - <p> - The man pulled himself together, and faced us with an effort at - self-composure. - </p> - <p> - “You are detectives, I suppose?” said he. “You imagine I am connected with - the death of Captain Peter Carey. I assure you that I am innocent.” - </p> - <p> - “We’ll see about that,” said Hopkins. “First of all, what is your name?” - </p> - <p> - “It is John Hopley Neligan.” - </p> - <p> - I saw Holmes and Hopkins exchange a quick glance. - </p> - <p> - “What are you doing here?” - </p> - <p> - “Can I speak confidentially?” - </p> - <p> - “No, certainly not.” - </p> - <p> - “Why should I tell you?” - </p> - <p> - “If you have no answer, it may go badly with you at the trial.” - </p> - <p> - The young man winced. - </p> - <p> - “Well, I will tell you,” he said. “Why should I not? And yet I hate to - think of this old scandal gaining a new lease of life. Did you ever hear - of Dawson and Neligan?” - </p> - <p> - I could see, from Hopkins’s face, that he never had, but Holmes was keenly - interested. - </p> - <p> - “You mean the West Country bankers,” said he. “They failed for a million, - ruined half the county families of Cornwall, and Neligan disappeared.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. Neligan was my father.” - </p> - <p> - At last we were getting something positive, and yet it seemed a long gap - between an absconding banker and Captain Peter Carey pinned against the - wall with one of his own harpoons. We all listened intently to the young - man’s words. - </p> - <p> - “It was my father who was really concerned. Dawson had retired. I was only - ten years of age at the time, but I was old enough to feel the shame and - horror of it all. It has always been said that my father stole all the - securities and fled. It is not true. It was his belief that if he were - given time in which to realize them, all would be well and every creditor - paid in full. He started in his little yacht for Norway just before the - warrant was issued for his arrest. I can remember that last night when he - bade farewell to my mother. He left us a list of the securities he was - taking, and he swore that he would come back with his honour cleared, and - that none who had trusted him would suffer. Well, no word was ever heard - from him again. Both the yacht and he vanished utterly. We believed, my - mother and I, that he and it, with the securities that he had taken with - him, were at the bottom of the sea. We had a faithful friend, however, who - is a business man, and it was he who discovered some time ago that some of - the securities which my father had with him had reappeared on the London - market. You can imagine our amazement. I spent months in trying to trace - them, and at last, after many doubtings and difficulties, I discovered - that the original seller had been Captain Peter Carey, the owner of this - hut. - </p> - <p> - “Naturally, I made some inquiries about the man. I found that he had been - in command of a whaler which was due to return from the Arctic seas at the - very time when my father was crossing to Norway. The autumn of that year - was a stormy one, and there was a long succession of southerly gales. My - father’s yacht may well have been blown to the north, and there met by - Captain Peter Carey’s ship. If that were so, what had become of my father? - In any case, if I could prove from Peter Carey’s evidence how these - securities came on the market it would be a proof that my father had not - sold them, and that he had no view to personal profit when he took them. - </p> - <p> - “I came down to Sussex with the intention of seeing the captain, but it - was at this moment that his terrible death occurred. I read at the inquest - a description of his cabin, in which it stated that the old logbooks of - his vessel were preserved in it. It struck me that if I could see what - occurred in the month of August, 1883, on board the <i>Sea Unicorn</i>, I might - settle the mystery of my father’s fate. I tried last night to get at these - logbooks, but was unable to open the door. To-night I tried again and - succeeded, but I find that the pages which deal with that month have been - torn from the book. It was at that moment I found myself a prisoner in - your hands.” - </p> - <p> - “Is that all?” asked Hopkins. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, that is all.” His eyes shifted as he said it. - </p> - <p> - “You have nothing else to tell us?” - </p> - <p> - He hesitated. - </p> - <p> - “No, there is nothing.” - </p> - <p> - “You have not been here before last night?” - </p> - <p> - “No. - </p> - <p> - “Then how do you account for <i>that</i>?” cried Hopkins, as he held up the - damning notebook, with the initials of our prisoner on the first leaf and - the blood-stain on the cover. - </p> - <p> - The wretched man collapsed. He sank his face in his hands, and trembled - all over. - </p> - <p> - “Where did you get it?” he groaned. “I did not know. I thought I had lost - it at the hotel.” - </p> - <p> - “That is enough,” said Hopkins, sternly. “Whatever else you have to say, - you must say in court. You will walk down with me now to the - police-station. Well, Mr. Holmes, I am very much obliged to you and to - your friend for coming down to help me. As it turns out your presence was - unnecessary, and I would have brought the case to this successful issue - without you, but, none the less, I am grateful. Rooms have been reserved - for you at the Brambletye Hotel, so we can all walk down to the village - together.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, Watson, what do you think of it?” asked Holmes, as we travelled - back next morning. - </p> - <p> - “I can see that you are not satisfied.” - </p> - <p> - “Oh, yes, my dear Watson, I am perfectly satisfied. At the same time, - Stanley Hopkins’s methods do not commend themselves to me. I am - disappointed in Stanley Hopkins. I had hoped for better things from him. - One should always look for a possible alternative, and provide against it. - It is the first rule of criminal investigation.” - </p> - <p> - “What, then, is the alternative?” - </p> - <p> - “The line of investigation which I have myself been pursuing. It may give - us nothing. I cannot tell. But at least I shall follow it to the end.” - </p> - <p> - Several letters were waiting for Holmes at Baker Street. He snatched one - of them up, opened it, and burst out into a triumphant chuckle of - laughter. - </p> - <p> - “Excellent, Watson! The alternative develops. Have you telegraph forms? - Just write a couple of messages for me: ‘Sumner, Shipping Agent, Ratcliff - Highway. Send three men on, to arrive ten to-morrow morning.—Basil.’ - That’s my name in those parts. The other is: ‘Inspector Stanley Hopkins, - 46 Lord Street, Brixton. Come breakfast to-morrow at nine-thirty. - Important. Wire if unable to come.—Sherlock Holmes.’ There, Watson, - this infernal case has haunted me for ten days. I hereby banish it - completely from my presence. To-morrow, I trust that we shall hear the - last of it forever.” - </p> - <p> - Sharp at the hour named Inspector Stanley Hopkins appeared, and we sat - down together to the excellent breakfast which Mrs. Hudson had prepared. - The young detective was in high spirits at his success. - </p> - <p> - “You really think that your solution must be correct?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “I could not imagine a more complete case.” - </p> - <p> - “It did not seem to me conclusive.” - </p> - <p> - “You astonish me, Mr. Holmes. What more could one ask for?” - </p> - <p> - “Does your explanation cover every point?” - </p> - <p> - “Undoubtedly. I find that young Neligan arrived at the Brambletye Hotel on - the very day of the crime. He came on the pretence of playing golf. His - room was on the ground-floor, and he could get out when he liked. That - very night he went down to Woodman’s Lee, saw Peter Carey at the hut, - quarrelled with him, and killed him with the harpoon. Then, horrified by - what he had done, he fled out of the hut, dropping the notebook which he - had brought with him in order to question Peter Carey about these - different securities. You may have observed that some of them were marked - with ticks, and the others—the great majority—were not. Those - which are ticked have been traced on the London market, but the others, - presumably, were still in the possession of Carey, and young Neligan, - according to his own account, was anxious to recover them in order to do - the right thing by his father’s creditors. After his flight he did not - dare to approach the hut again for some time, but at last he forced - himself to do so in order to obtain the information which he needed. - Surely that is all simple and obvious?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes smiled and shook his head. - </p> - <p> - “It seems to me to have only one drawback, Hopkins, and that is - that it is intrinsically impossible. Have you tried to drive a harpoon - through a body? No? Tut, tut my dear sir, you must really pay attention - to these details. My friend Watson could tell you that I spent a whole - morning in that exercise. It is no easy matter, and requires a strong and - practised arm. But this blow was delivered with such violence that the - head of the weapon sank deep into the wall. Do you imagine that this - anæmic youth was capable of so frightful an assault? Is he the man who - hobnobbed in rum and water with Black Peter in the dead of the night? Was - it his profile that was seen on the blind two nights before? No, no, - Hopkins, it is another and more formidable person for whom we must - seek.” - </p> - <p> - The detective’s face had grown longer and longer during Holmes’s speech. - His hopes and his ambitions were all crumbling about him. But he would not - abandon his position without a struggle. - </p> - <p> - “You can’t deny that Neligan was present that night, Mr. Holmes. The book - will prove that. I fancy that I have evidence enough to satisfy a jury, - even if you are able to pick a hole in it. Besides, Mr. Holmes, I have - laid my hand upon <i>my</i> man. As to this terrible person of yours, where is - he?” - </p> - <p> - “I rather fancy that he is on the stair,” said Holmes, serenely. “I think, - Watson, that you would do well to put that revolver where you can reach - it.” He rose and laid a written paper upon a side-table. “Now we are - ready,” said he. - </p> - <p> - There had been some talking in gruff voices outside, and now Mrs. Hudson - opened the door to say that there were three men inquiring for Captain - Basil. - </p> - <p> - “Show them in one by one,” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “The first who entered was a little Ribston pippin of a man, with ruddy - cheeks and fluffy white side-whiskers. Holmes had drawn a letter from his - pocket. - </p> - <p> - “What name?” he asked. - </p> - <p> - “James Lancaster.” - </p> - <p> - “I am sorry, Lancaster, but the berth is full. Here is half a sovereign - for your trouble. Just step into this room and wait there for a few - minutes.” - </p> - <p> - The second man was a long, dried-up creature, with lank hair and sallow - cheeks. His name was Hugh Pattins. He also received his dismissal, his - half-sovereign, and the order to wait. - </p> - <p> - The third applicant was a man of remarkable appearance. A fierce bull-dog - face was framed in a tangle of hair and beard, and two bold, dark eyes - gleamed behind the cover of thick, tufted, overhung eyebrows. He saluted - and stood sailor-fashion, turning his cap round in his hands. - </p> - <p> - “Your name?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Patrick Cairns.” - </p> - <p> - “Harpooner?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir. Twenty-six voyages.” - </p> - <p> - “Dundee, I suppose?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “And ready to start with an exploring ship?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “What wages?” - </p> - <p> - “Eight pounds a month.” - </p> - <p> - “Could you start at once?” - </p> - <p> - “As soon as I get my kit.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you your papers?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” He took a sheaf of worn and greasy forms from his pocket. - Holmes glanced over them and returned them. - </p> - <p> - “You are just the man I want,” said he. “Here’s the agreement on the - side-table. If you sign it the whole matter will be settled.” - </p> - <p> - The seaman lurched across the room and took up the pen. - </p> - <p> - “Shall I sign here?” he asked, stooping over the table. - </p> - <p> - Holmes leaned over his shoulder and passed both hands over his neck. - </p> - <p> - “This will do,” said he. - </p> - <p> - I heard a click of steel and a bellow like an enraged bull. The next - instant Holmes and the seaman were rolling on the ground together. He was - a man of such gigantic strength that, even with the handcuffs which Holmes - had so deftly fastened upon his wrists, he would have very quickly - overpowered my friend had Hopkins and I not rushed to his rescue. Only - when I pressed the cold muzzle of the revolver to his temple did he at - last understand that resistance was vain. We lashed his ankles with cord, - and rose breathless from the struggle. - </p> - <p> - “I must really apologize, Hopkins,” said Sherlock Holmes. “I fear that the - scrambled eggs are cold. However, you will enjoy the rest of your - breakfast all the better, will you not, for the thought that you have - brought your case to a triumphant conclusion.” - </p> - <p> - Stanley Hopkins was speechless with amazement. - </p> - <p> - “I don’t know what to say, Mr. Holmes,” he blurted out at last, with a - very red face. “It seems to me that I have been making a fool of myself - from the beginning. I understand now, what I should never have forgotten, - that I am the pupil and you are the master. Even now I see what you have - done, but I don’t know how you did it or what it signifies.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, well,” said Holmes, good-humouredly. “We all learn by experience, - and your lesson this time is that you should never lose sight of the - alternative. You were so absorbed in young Neligan that you could not - spare a thought to Patrick Cairns, the true murderer of Peter Carey.” - </p> - <p> - The hoarse voice of the seaman broke in on our conversation. - </p> - <p> - “See here, mister,” said he, “I make no complaint of being man-handled in - this fashion, but I would have you call things by their right names. You - say I murdered Peter Carey, I say I <i>killed</i> Peter Carey, and there’s all - the difference. Maybe you don’t believe what I say. Maybe you think I am - just slinging you a yarn.” - </p> - <p> - “Not at all,” said Holmes. “Let us hear what you have to say.” - </p> - <p> - “It’s soon told, and, by the Lord, every word of it is truth. I knew Black - Peter, and when he pulled out his knife I whipped a harpoon through him - sharp, for I knew that it was him or me. That’s how he died. You can call - it murder. Anyhow, I’d as soon die with a rope round my neck as with Black - Peter’s knife in my heart.” - </p> - <p> - “How came you there?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “I’ll tell it you from the beginning. Just sit me up a little, so as I can - speak easy. It was in ’83 that it happened—August of that year. - Peter Carey was master of the <i>Sea Unicorn</i>, and I was spare harpooner. We - were coming out of the ice-pack on our way home, with head winds and a - week’s southerly gale, when we picked up a little craft that had been - blown north. There was one man on her—a landsman. The crew had - thought she would founder and had made for the Norwegian coast in the - dinghy. I guess they were all drowned. Well, we took him on board, this - man, and he and the skipper had some long talks in the cabin. All the - baggage we took off with him was one tin box. So far as I know, the man’s - name was never mentioned, and on the second night he disappeared as if he - had never been. It was given out that he had either thrown himself - overboard or fallen overboard in the heavy weather that we were having. - Only one man knew what had happened to him, and that was me, for, with my - own eyes, I saw the skipper tip up his heels and put him over the rail in - the middle watch of a dark night, two days before we sighted the Shetland - Lights. Well, I kept my knowledge to myself, and waited to see what would - come of it. When we got back to Scotland it was easily hushed up, and - nobody asked any questions. A stranger died by accident and it was - nobody’s business to inquire. Shortly after Peter Carey gave up the sea, - and it was long years before I could find where he was. I guessed that he - had done the deed for the sake of what was in that tin box, and that he - could afford now to pay me well for keeping my mouth shut. I found out - where he was through a sailor man that had met him in London, and down I - went to squeeze him. The first night he was reasonable enough, and was - ready to give me what would make me free of the sea for life. We were to - fix it all two nights later. When I came, I found him three parts drunk - and in a vile temper. We sat down and we drank and we yarned about old - times, but the more he drank the less I liked the look on his face. I - spotted that harpoon upon the wall, and I thought I might need it before I - was through. Then at last he broke out at me, spitting and cursing, with - murder in his eyes and a great clasp-knife in his hand. He had not time to - get it from the sheath before I had the harpoon through him. Heavens! what - a yell he gave! and his face gets between me and my sleep. I stood there, - with his blood splashing round me, and I waited for a bit, but all was - quiet, so I took heart once more. I looked round, and there was the tin - box on the shelf. I had as much right to it as Peter Carey, anyhow, so I - took it with me and left the hut. Like a fool I left my baccy-pouch upon - the table. - </p> - <p> - “Now I’ll tell you the queerest part of the whole story. I had hardly got - outside the hut when I heard someone coming, and I hid among the bushes. A - man came slinking along, went into the hut, gave a cry as if he had seen a - ghost, and legged it as hard as he could run until he was out of sight. - Who he was or what he wanted is more than I can tell. For my part I walked - ten miles, got a train at Tunbridge Wells, and so reached London, and no - one the wiser. - </p> - <p> - “Well, when I came to examine the box I found there was no money in it, - and nothing but papers that I would not dare to sell. I had lost my hold - on Black Peter and was stranded in London without a shilling. There was - only my trade left. I saw these advertisements about harpooners, and high - wages, so I went to the shipping agents, and they sent me here. That’s all - I know, and I say again that if I killed Black Peter, the law should give - me thanks, for I saved them the price of a hempen rope.” - </p> - <p> - “A very clear statement said Holmes,” rising and lighting his pipe. “I - think, Hopkins, that you should lose no time in conveying your prisoner to - a place of safety. This room is not well adapted for a cell, and Mr. - Patrick Cairns occupies too large a proportion of our carpet.” - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes,” said Hopkins, “I do not know how to express my gratitude. - Even now I do not understand how you attained this result.” - </p> - <p> - “Simply by having the good fortune to get the right clue from the - beginning. It is very possible if I had known about this notebook it might - have led away my thoughts, as it did yours. But all I heard pointed in the - one direction. The amazing strength, the skill in the use of the harpoon, - the rum and water, the sealskin tobacco-pouch with the coarse tobacco—all - these pointed to a seaman, and one who had been a whaler. I was convinced - that the initials ‘P.C.’ upon the pouch were a coincidence, and not those - of Peter Carey, since he seldom smoked, and no pipe was found in his - cabin. You remember that I asked whether whisky and brandy were in the - cabin. You said they were. How many landsmen are there who would drink rum - when they could get these other spirits? Yes, I was certain it was a - seaman.” - </p> - <p> - “And how did you find him?” - </p> - <p> - “My dear sir, the problem had become a very simple one. If it were a - seaman, it could only be a seaman who had been with him on the <i>Sea - Unicorn</i>. So far as I could learn he had sailed in no other ship. I spent - three days in wiring to Dundee, and at the end of that time I had - ascertained the names of the crew of the <i>Sea Unicorn</i> in 1883. When I found - Patrick Cairns among the harpooners, my research was nearing its end. I - argued that the man was probably in London, and that he would desire to - leave the country for a time. I therefore spent some days in the East End, - devised an Arctic expedition, put forth tempting terms for harpooners who - would serve under Captain Basil—and behold the result!” - </p> - <p> - “Wonderful!” cried Hopkins. “Wonderful!” - </p> - <p> - “You must obtain the release of young Neligan as soon as possible,” said - Holmes. “I confess that I think you owe him some apology. The tin box must - be returned to him, but, of course, the securities which Peter Carey has - sold are lost forever. There’s the cab, Hopkins, and you can remove your - man. If you want me for the trial, my address and that of Watson will be - somewhere in Norway—I’ll send particulars later.” - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap07"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON</h2> - - <p> - It is years since the incidents of which I speak took place, and yet it is - with diffidence that I allude to them. For a long time, even with the - utmost discretion and reticence, it would have been impossible to make the - facts public, but now the principal person concerned is beyond the reach - of human law, and with due suppression the story may be told in such - fashion as to injure no one. It records an absolutely unique experience in - the career both of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and of myself. The reader will - excuse me if I conceal the date or any other fact by which he might trace - the actual occurrence. - </p> - <p> - We had been out for one of our evening rambles, Holmes and I, and had - returned about six o’clock on a cold, frosty winter’s evening. As Holmes - turned up the lamp the light fell upon a card on the table. He glanced at - it, and then, with an ejaculation of disgust, threw it on the floor. I - picked it up and read: - </p> - <p class="center"> - CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON,<br> - Appledore Towers,<br> - Hampstead. - <br> - <i>Agent</i>. - </p> - <p> - “Who is he?” I asked. - </p> - <p> - “The worst man in London,” Holmes answered, as he sat down and stretched - his legs before the fire. “Is anything on the back of the card?” - </p> - <p> - I turned it over. - </p> - <p> - “Will call at 6:30—C.A.M.,” I read. - </p> - <p> - “Hum! He’s about due. Do you feel a creeping, shrinking sensation, Watson, - when you stand before the serpents in the Zoo, and see the slithery, - gliding, venomous creatures, with their deadly eyes and wicked, flattened - faces? Well, that’s how Milverton impresses me. I’ve had to do with fifty - murderers in my career, but the worst of them never gave me the repulsion - which I have for this fellow. And yet I can’t get out of doing business - with him—indeed, he is here at my invitation.” - </p> - <p> - “But who is he?” - </p> - <p> - “I’ll tell you, Watson. He is the king of all the blackmailers. Heaven - help the man, and still more the woman, whose secret and reputation come - into the power of Milverton! With a smiling face and a heart of marble, he - will squeeze and squeeze until he has drained them dry. The fellow is a - genius in his way, and would have made his mark in some more savoury - trade. His method is as follows: He allows it to be known that he is - prepared to pay very high sums for letters which compromise people of - wealth and position. He receives these wares not only from treacherous - valets or maids, but frequently from genteel ruffians, who have gained the - confidence and affection of trusting women. He deals with no niggard hand. - I happen to know that he paid seven hundred pounds to a footman for a note - two lines in length, and that the ruin of a noble family was the result. - Everything which is in the market goes to Milverton, and there are - hundreds in this great city who turn white at his name. No one knows where - his grip may fall, for he is far too rich and far too cunning to work from - hand to mouth. He will hold a card back for years in order to play it at - the moment when the stake is best worth winning. I have said that he is - the worst man in London, and I would ask you how could one compare the - ruffian, who in hot blood bludgeons his mate, with this man, who - methodically and at his leisure tortures the soul and wrings the nerves in - order to add to his already swollen money-bags?” - </p> - <p> - I had seldom heard my friend speak with such intensity of feeling. - </p> - <p> - “But surely,” said I, “the fellow must be within the grasp of the law?” - </p> - <p> - “Technically, no doubt, but practically not. What would it profit a woman, - for example, to get him a few months’ imprisonment if her own ruin must - immediately follow? His victims dare not hit back. If ever he blackmailed - an innocent person, then indeed we should have him, but he is as cunning - as the Evil One. No, no, we must find other ways to fight him.” - </p> - <p> - “And why is he here?” - </p> - <p> - “Because an illustrious client has placed her piteous case in my hands. It - is the Lady Eva Blackwell, the most beautiful <i>débutante</i> of last season. - She is to be married in a fortnight to the Earl of Dovercourt. This fiend - has several imprudent letters—imprudent, Watson, nothing worse—which - were written to an impecunious young squire in the country. They would - suffice to break off the match. Milverton will send the letters to the - Earl unless a large sum of money is paid him. I have been commissioned to - meet him, and—to make the best terms I can.” - </p> - <p> - At that instant there was a clatter and a rattle in the street below. - Looking down I saw a stately carriage and pair, the brilliant lamps - gleaming on the glossy haunches of the noble chestnuts. A footman opened - the door, and a small, stout man in a shaggy astrakhan overcoat descended. - A minute later he was in the room. - </p> - <p> - Charles Augustus Milverton was a man of fifty, with a large, intellectual - head, a round, plump, hairless face, a perpetual frozen smile, and two - keen grey eyes, which gleamed brightly from behind broad, gold-rimmed - glasses. There was something of Mr. Pickwick’s benevolence in his - appearance, marred only by the insincerity of the fixed smile and by the - hard glitter of those restless and penetrating eyes. His voice was as - smooth and suave as his countenance, as he advanced with a plump little - hand extended, murmuring his regret for having missed us at his first - visit. Holmes disregarded the outstretched hand and looked at him with a - face of granite. Milverton’s smile broadened, he shrugged his shoulders - removed his overcoat, folded it with great deliberation over the back of a - chair, and then took a seat. - </p> - <p> - “This gentleman?” said he, with a wave in my direction. “Is it discreet? - Is it right?” - </p> - <p> - “Dr. Watson is my friend and partner.” - </p> - <p> - “Very good, Mr. Holmes. It is only in your client’s interests that I - protested. The matter is so very delicate——” - </p> - <p> - “Dr. Watson has already heard of it.” - </p> - <p> - “Then we can proceed to business. You say that you are acting for Lady - Eva. Has she empowered you to accept my terms?” - </p> - <p> - “What are your terms?” - </p> - <p> - “Seven thousand pounds.” - </p> - <p> - “And the alternative?” - </p> - <p> - “My dear sir, it is painful for me to discuss it, but if the money is not - paid on the 14th, there certainly will be no marriage on the 18th.” His - insufferable smile was more complacent than ever. - </p> - <p> - Holmes thought for a little. - </p> - <p> - “You appear to me,” he said, at last, “to be taking matters too much for - granted. I am, of course, familiar with the contents of these letters. My - client will certainly do what I may advise. I shall counsel her to tell - her future husband the whole story and to trust to his generosity.” - </p> - <p> - Milverton chuckled. - </p> - <p> - “You evidently do not know the Earl,” said he. - </p> - <p> - From the baffled look upon Holmes’s face, I could see clearly that he did. - </p> - <p> - “What harm is there in the letters?” he asked. - </p> - <p> - “They are sprightly—very sprightly,” Milverton answered. “The lady - was a charming correspondent. But I can assure you that the Earl of - Dovercourt would fail to appreciate them. However, since you think - otherwise, we will let it rest at that. It is purely a matter of business. - If you think that it is in the best interests of your client that these - letters should be placed in the hands of the Earl, then you would indeed - be foolish to pay so large a sum of money to regain them.” He rose and - seized his astrakhan coat. - </p> - <p> - Holmes was grey with anger and mortification. - </p> - <p> - “Wait a little,” he said. “You go too fast. We should certainly make every - effort to avoid scandal in so delicate a matter.” - </p> - <p> - Milverton relapsed into his chair. - </p> - <p> - “I was sure that you would see it in that light,” he purred. - </p> - <p> - “At the same time,” Holmes continued, “Lady Eva is not a wealthy woman. I - assure you that two thousand pounds would be a drain upon her resources, - and that the sum you name is utterly beyond her power. I beg, therefore, - that you will moderate your demands, and that you will return the letters - at the price I indicate, which is, I assure you, the highest that you can - get.” - </p> - <p> - Milverton’s smile broadened and his eyes twinkled humorously. - </p> - <p> - “I am aware that what you say is true about the lady’s resources,” said - he. “At the same time you must admit that the occasion of a lady’s - marriage is a very suitable time for her friends and relatives to make - some little effort upon her behalf. They may hesitate as to an acceptable - wedding present. Let me assure them that this little bundle of letters - would give more joy than all the candelabra and butter-dishes in London.” - </p> - <p> - “It is impossible,” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Dear me, dear me, how unfortunate!” cried Milverton, taking out a bulky - pocketbook. “I cannot help thinking that ladies are ill-advised in not - making an effort. Look at this!” He held up a little note with a - coat-of-arms upon the envelope. “That belongs to—well, perhaps it is - hardly fair to tell the name until to-morrow morning. But at that time it - will be in the hands of the lady’s husband. And all because she will not - find a beggarly sum which she could get by turning her diamonds into - paste. It <i>is</i> such a pity! Now, you remember the sudden end of the - engagement between the Honourable Miss Miles and Colonel Dorking? Only two - days before the wedding, there was a paragraph in the <i>Morning Post</i> to say - that it was all off. And why? It is almost incredible, but the absurd sum - of twelve hundred pounds would have settled the whole question. Is it not - pitiful? And here I find you, a man of sense, boggling about terms, when - your client’s future and honour are at stake. You surprise me, Mr. - Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “What I say is true,” Holmes answered. “The money cannot be found. Surely - it is better for you to take the substantial sum which I offer than to - ruin this woman’s career, which can profit you in no way?” - </p> - <p> - “There you make a mistake, Mr. Holmes. An exposure would profit me - indirectly to a considerable extent. I have eight or ten similar cases - maturing. If it was circulated among them that I had made a severe example - of the Lady Eva, I should find all of them much more open to reason. You - see my point?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes sprang from his chair. - </p> - <p> - “Get behind him, Watson! Don’t let him out! Now, sir, let us see the - contents of that notebook.” - </p> - <p> - Milverton had glided as quick as a rat to the side of the room and stood - with his back against the wall. - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes, Mr. Holmes,” he said, turning the front of his coat and - exhibiting the butt of a large revolver, which projected from the inside - pocket. “I have been expecting you to do something original. This has been - done so often, and what good has ever come from it? I assure you that I am - armed to the teeth, and I am perfectly prepared to use my weapons, knowing - that the law will support me. Besides, your supposition that I would bring - the letters here in a notebook is entirely mistaken. I would do nothing so - foolish. And now, gentlemen, I have one or two little interviews this - evening, and it is a long drive to Hampstead.” He stepped forward, took up - his coat, laid his hand on his revolver, and turned to the door. I picked - up a chair, but Holmes shook his head, and I laid it down again. With bow, - a smile, and a twinkle, Milverton was out of the room, and a few moments - after we heard the slam of the carriage door and the rattle of the wheels - as he drove away. - </p> - <p> - Holmes sat motionless by the fire, his hands buried deep in his trouser - pockets, his chin sunk upon his breast, his eyes fixed upon the glowing - embers. For half an hour he was silent and still. Then, with the gesture - of a man who has taken his decision, he sprang to his feet and passed into - his bedroom. A little later a rakish young workman, with a goatee beard - and a swagger, lit his clay pipe at the lamp before descending into the - street. “I’ll be back some time, Watson,” said he, and vanished into the - night. I understood that he had opened his campaign against Charles - Augustus Milverton, but I little dreamed the strange shape which that - campaign was destined to take. - </p> - <p> - For some days Holmes came and went at all hours in this attire, but beyond - a remark that his time was spent at Hampstead, and that it was not wasted, - I knew nothing of what he was doing. At last, however, on a wild, - tempestuous evening, when the wind screamed and rattled against the - windows, he returned from his last expedition, and having removed his - disguise he sat before the fire and laughed heartily in his silent inward - fashion. - </p> - <p> - “You would not call me a marrying man, Watson?” - </p> - <p> - “No, indeed!” - </p> - <p> - “You’ll be interested to hear that I’m engaged.” - </p> - <p> - “My dear fellow! I congrat——” - </p> - <p> - “To Milverton’s housemaid.” - </p> - <p> - “Good heavens, Holmes!” - </p> - <p> - “I wanted information, Watson.” - </p> - <p> - “Surely you have gone too far?” - </p> - <p> - “It was a most necessary step. I am a plumber with a rising business, - Escott, by name. I have walked out with her each evening, and I have - talked with her. Good heavens, those talks! However, I have got all I - wanted. I know Milverton’s house as I know the palm of my hand.” - </p> - <p> - “But the girl, Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - He shrugged his shoulders. - </p> - <p> - “You can’t help it, my dear Watson. You must play your cards as best you - can when such a stake is on the table. However, I rejoice to say that I - have a hated rival, who will certainly cut me out the instant that my back - is turned. What a splendid night it is!” - </p> - <p> - “You like this weather?” - </p> - <p> - “It suits my purpose. Watson, I mean to burgle Milverton’s house - to-night.” - </p> - <p> - I had a catching of the breath, and my skin went cold at the words, which - were slowly uttered in a tone of concentrated resolution. As a flash of - lightning in the night shows up in an instant every detail of a wild - landscape, so at one glance I seemed to see every possible result of such - an action—the detection, the capture, the honoured career ending in - irreparable failure and disgrace, my friend himself lying at the mercy of - the odious Milverton. - </p> - <p> - “For heaven’s sake, Holmes, think what you are doing,” I cried. - </p> - <p> - “My dear fellow, I have given it every consideration. I am never - precipitate in my actions, nor would I adopt so energetic and, indeed, so - dangerous a course, if any other were possible. Let us look at the matter - clearly and fairly. I suppose that you will admit that the action is - morally justifiable, though technically criminal. To burgle his house is - no more than to forcibly take his pocketbook—an action in which you - were prepared to aid me.” - </p> - <p> - I turned it over in my mind. - </p> - <p> - “Yes,” I said, “it is morally justifiable so long as our object is to take - no articles save those which are used for an illegal purpose.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. Since it is morally justifiable, I have only to consider the - question of personal risk. Surely a gentleman should not lay much stress - upon this, when a lady is in most desperate need of his help?” - </p> - <p> - “You will be in such a false position.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, that is part of the risk. There is no other possible way of - regaining these letters. The unfortunate lady has not the money, and there - are none of her people in whom she could confide. To-morrow is the last - day of grace, and unless we can get the letters to-night, this villain - will be as good as his word and will bring about her ruin. I must, - therefore, abandon my client to her fate or I must play this last card. - Between ourselves, Watson, it’s a sporting duel between this fellow - Milverton and me. He had, as you saw, the best of the first exchanges, but - my self-respect and my reputation are concerned to fight it to a finish.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I don’t like it, but I suppose it must be,” said I. “When do we - start?” - </p> - <p> - “You are not coming.” - </p> - <p> - “Then you are not going,” said I. “I give you my word of honour—and - I never broke it in my life—that I will take a cab straight to the - police-station and give you away, unless you let me share this adventure - with you.” - </p> - <p> - “You can’t help me.” - </p> - <p> - “How do you know that? You can’t tell what may happen. Anyway, my - resolution is taken. Other people besides you have self-respect, and even - reputations.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes had looked annoyed, but his brow cleared, and he clapped me on the - shoulder. - </p> - <p> - “Well, well, my dear fellow, be it so. We have shared this same room for - some years, and it would be amusing if we ended by sharing the same cell. - You know, Watson, I don’t mind confessing to you that I have always had an - idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal. This is the - chance of my lifetime in that direction. See here!” He took a neat little - leather case out of a drawer, and opening it he exhibited a number of - shining instruments. “This is a first-class, up-to-date burgling kit, with - nickel-plated jemmy, diamond-tipped glass-cutter, adaptable keys, and - every modern improvement which the march of civilization demands. Here, - too, is my dark lantern. Everything is in order. Have you a pair of silent - shoes?” - </p> - <p> - “I have rubber-soled tennis shoes.” - </p> - <p> - “Excellent! And a mask?” - </p> - <p> - “I can make a couple out of black silk.” - </p> - <p> - “I can see that you have a strong, natural turn for this sort of thing. - Very good, do you make the masks. We shall have some cold supper before we - start. It is now nine-thirty. At eleven we shall drive as far as Church - Row. It is a quarter of an hour’s walk from there to Appledore Towers. We - shall be at work before midnight. Milverton is a heavy sleeper, and - retires punctually at ten-thirty. With any luck we should be back here by - two, with the Lady Eva’s letters in my pocket.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes and I put on our dress-clothes, so that we might appear to be two - theatre-goers homeward bound. In Oxford Street we picked up a hansom and - drove to an address in Hampstead. Here we paid off our cab, and with our - great coats buttoned up, for it was bitterly cold, and the wind seemed to - blow through us, we walked along the edge of the heath. - </p> - <p> - “It’s a business that needs delicate treatment,” said Holmes. “These - documents are contained in a safe in the fellow’s study, and the study is - the ante-room of his bed-chamber. On the other hand, like all these stout, - little men who do themselves well, he is a plethoric sleeper. Agatha—that’s - my <i>fiancée</i>—says it is a joke in the servants’ hall that it’s - impossible to wake the master. He has a secretary who is devoted to his - interests, and never budges from the study all day. That’s why we are - going at night. Then he has a beast of a dog which roams the garden. I met - Agatha late the last two evenings, and she locks the brute up so as to - give me a clear run. This is the house, this big one in its own grounds. - Through the gate—now to the right among the laurels. We might put on - our masks here, I think. You see, there is not a glimmer of light in any - of the windows, and everything is working splendidly.” - </p> - <p> - With our black silk face-coverings, which turned us into two of the most - truculent figures in London, we stole up to the silent, gloomy house. A - sort of tiled veranda extended along one side of it, lined by several - windows and two doors. - </p> - <p> - “That’s his bedroom,” Holmes whispered. “This door opens straight into the - study. It would suit us best, but it is bolted as well as locked, and we - should make too much noise getting in. Come round here. There’s a - greenhouse which opens into the drawing-room.” - </p> - <p> - The place was locked, but Holmes removed a circle of glass and turned the - key from the inside. An instant afterwards he had closed the door behind - us, and we had become felons in the eyes of the law. The thick, warm air - of the conservatory and the rich, choking fragrance of exotic plants took - us by the throat. He seized my hand in the darkness and led me swiftly - past banks of shrubs which brushed against our faces. Holmes had - remarkable powers, carefully cultivated, of seeing in the dark. Still - holding my hand in one of his, he opened a door, and I was vaguely - conscious that we had entered a large room in which a cigar had been - smoked not long before. He felt his way among the furniture, opened - another door, and closed it behind us. Putting out my hand I felt several - coats hanging from the wall, and I understood that I was in a passage. We - passed along it and Holmes very gently opened a door upon the right-hand - side. Something rushed out at us and my heart sprang into my mouth, but I - could have laughed when I realized that it was the cat. A fire was burning - in this new room, and again the air was heavy with tobacco smoke. Holmes - entered on tiptoe, waited for me to follow, and then very gently closed - the door. We were in Milverton’s study, and a <i>portière</i> at the farther side - showed the entrance to his bedroom. - </p> - <p> - It was a good fire, and the room was illuminated by it. Near the door I - saw the gleam of an electric switch, but it was unnecessary, even if it - had been safe, to turn it on. At one side of the fireplace was a heavy - curtain which covered the bay window we had seen from outside. On the - other side was the door which communicated with the veranda. A desk stood - in the centre, with a turning-chair of shining red leather. Opposite was a - large bookcase, with a marble bust of Athene on the top. In the corner, - between the bookcase and the wall, there stood a tall, green safe, the - firelight flashing back from the polished brass knobs upon its face. - Holmes stole across and looked at it. Then he crept to the door of the - bedroom, and stood with slanting head listening intently. No sound came - from within. Meanwhile it had struck me that it would be wise to secure - our retreat through the outer door, so I examined it. To my amazement, it - was neither locked nor bolted. I touched Holmes on the arm, and he turned - his masked face in that direction. I saw him start, and he was evidently - as surprised as I. - </p> - <p> - “I don’t like it,” he whispered, putting his lips to my very ear. “I can’t - quite make it out. Anyhow, we have no time to lose.” - </p> - <p> - “Can I do anything?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, stand by the door. If you hear anyone come, bolt it on the inside, - and we can get away as we came. If they come the other way, we can get - through the door if our job is done, or hide behind these window curtains - if it is not. Do you understand?” - </p> - <p> - I nodded, and stood by the door. My first feeling of fear had passed away, - and I thrilled now with a keener zest than I had ever enjoyed when we were - the defenders of the law instead of its defiers. The high object of our - mission, the consciousness that it was unselfish and chivalrous, the - villainous character of our opponent, all added to the sporting interest - of the adventure. Far from feeling guilty, I rejoiced and exulted in our - dangers. With a glow of admiration I watched Holmes unrolling his case of - instruments and choosing his tool with the calm, scientific accuracy of a - surgeon who performs a delicate operation. I knew that the opening of - safes was a particular hobby with him, and I understood the joy which it - gave him to be confronted with this green and gold monster, the dragon - which held in its maw the reputations of many fair ladies. Turning up the - cuffs of his dress-coat—he had placed his overcoat on a chair—Holmes - laid out two drills, a jemmy, and several skeleton keys. I stood at the - centre door with my eyes glancing at each of the others, ready for any - emergency, though, indeed, my plans were somewhat vague as to what I - should do if we were interrupted. For half an hour, Holmes worked with - concentrated energy, laying down one tool, picking up another, handling - each with the strength and delicacy of the trained mechanic. Finally I - heard a click, the broad green door swung open, and inside I had a glimpse - of a number of paper packets, each tied, sealed, and inscribed. Holmes - picked one out, but it was as hard to read by the flickering fire, and he - drew out his little dark lantern, for it was too dangerous, with Milverton - in the next room, to switch on the electric light. Suddenly I saw him - halt, listen intently, and then in an instant he had swung the door of the - safe to, picked up his coat, stuffed his tools into the pockets, and - darted behind the window curtain, motioning me to do the same. - </p> - <p> - It was only when I had joined him there that I heard what had alarmed his - quicker senses. There was a noise somewhere within the house. A door - slammed in the distance. Then a confused, dull murmur broke itself into - the measured thud of heavy footsteps rapidly approaching. They were in the - passage outside the room. They paused at the door. The door opened. There - was a sharp snick as the electric light was turned on. The door closed - once more, and the pungent reek of a strong cigar was borne to our - nostrils. Then the footsteps continued backward and forward, backward and - forward, within a few yards of us. Finally there was a creak from a chair, - and the footsteps ceased. Then a key clicked in a lock, and I heard the - rustle of papers. - </p> - <p> - So far I had not dared to look out, but now I gently parted the division - of the curtains in front of me and peeped through. From the pressure of - Holmes’s shoulder against mine, I knew that he was sharing my - observations. Right in front of us, and almost within our reach, was the - broad, rounded back of Milverton. It was evident that we had entirely - miscalculated his movements, that he had never been to his bedroom, but - that he had been sitting up in some smoking or billiard room in the - farther wing of the house, the windows of which we had not seen. His - broad, grizzled head, with its shining patch of baldness, was in the - immediate foreground of our vision. He was leaning far back in the red - leather chair, his legs outstretched, a long, black cigar projecting at an - angle from his mouth. He wore a semi-military smoking jacket, - claret-coloured, with a black velvet collar. In his hand he held a long, - legal document which he was reading in an indolent fashion, blowing rings - of tobacco smoke from his lips as he did so. There was no promise of a - speedy departure in his composed bearing and his comfortable attitude. - </p> - <p> - I felt Holmes’s hand steal into mine and give me a reassuring shake, as if - to say that the situation was within his powers, and that he was easy in - his mind. I was not sure whether he had seen what was only too obvious - from my position, that the door of the safe was imperfectly closed, and - that Milverton might at any moment observe it. In my own mind I had - determined that if I were sure, from the rigidity of his gaze, that it had - caught his eye, I would at once spring out, throw my great coat over his - head, pinion him, and leave the rest to Holmes. But Milverton never looked - up. He was languidly interested by the papers in his hand, and page after - page was turned as he followed the argument of the lawyer. At least, I - thought, when he has finished the document and the cigar he will go to his - room, but before he had reached the end of either, there came a remarkable - development, which turned our thoughts into quite another channel. - </p> - <p> - Several times I had observed that Milverton looked at his watch, and once - he had risen and sat down again, with a gesture of impatience. The idea, - however, that he might have an appointment at so strange an hour never - occurred to me until a faint sound reached my ears from the veranda - outside. Milverton dropped his papers and sat rigid in his chair. The - sound was repeated, and then there came a gentle tap at the door. - Milverton rose and opened it. - </p> - <p> - “Well,” said he, curtly, “you are nearly half an hour late.” - </p> - <p> - So this was the explanation of the unlocked door and of the nocturnal - vigil of Milverton. There was the gentle rustle of a woman’s dress. I had - closed the slit between the curtains as Milverton’s face had turned in our - direction, but now I ventured very carefully to open it once more. He had - resumed his seat, the cigar still projecting at an insolent angle from the - corner of his mouth. In front of him, in the full glare of the electric - light, there stood a tall, slim, dark woman, a veil over her face, a - mantle drawn round her chin. Her breath came quick and fast, and every - inch of the lithe figure was quivering with strong emotion. - </p> - <p> - “Well,” said Milverton, “you made me lose a good night’s rest, my dear. I - hope you’ll prove worth it. You couldn’t come any other time—eh?” - </p> - <p> - The woman shook her head. - </p> - <p> - “Well, if you couldn’t you couldn’t. If the Countess is a hard mistress, - you have your chance to get level with her now. Bless the girl, what are - you shivering about? That’s right. Pull yourself together. Now, let us get - down to business.” He took a notebook from the drawer of his desk. “You - say that you have five letters which compromise the Countess d’Albert. You - want to sell them. I want to buy them. So far so good. It only remains to - fix a price. I should want to inspect the letters, of course. If they are - really good specimens—Great heavens, is it you?” - </p> - <p> - The woman, without a word, had raised her veil and dropped the mantle from - her chin. It was a dark, handsome, clear-cut face which confronted - Milverton—a face with a curved nose, strong, dark eyebrows shading - hard, glittering eyes, and a straight, thin-lipped mouth set in a - dangerous smile. - </p> - <p> - “It is I,” she said, “the woman whose life you have ruined.” - </p> - <p> - Milverton laughed, but fear vibrated in his voice. “You were so very - obstinate,” said he. “Why did you drive me to such extremities? I assure - you I wouldn’t hurt a fly of my own accord, but every man has his - business, and what was I to do? I put the price well within your means. - You would not pay.” - </p> - <p> - “So you sent the letters to my husband, and he—the noblest gentleman - that ever lived, a man whose boots I was never worthy to lace—he - broke his gallant heart and died. You remember that last night, when I - came through that door, I begged and prayed you for mercy, and you laughed - in my face as you are trying to laugh now, only your coward heart cannot - keep your lips from twitching. Yes, you never thought to see me here - again, but it was that night which taught me how I could meet you face to - face, and alone. Well, Charles Milverton, what have you to say?” - </p> - <p> - “Don’t imagine that you can bully me,” said he, rising to his feet. “I - have only to raise my voice and I could call my servants and have you - arrested. But I will make allowance for your natural anger. Leave the room - at once as you came, and I will say no more.” - </p> - <p> - The woman stood with her hand buried in her bosom, and the same deadly - smile on her thin lips. - </p> - <p> - “You will ruin no more lives as you have ruined mine. You will wring no - more hearts as you wrung mine. I will free the world of a poisonous thing. - Take that, you hound—and that!—and that!—and that!” - </p> - <p> - She had drawn a little gleaming revolver, and emptied barrel after barrel - into Milverton’s body, the muzzle within two feet of his shirt front. He - shrank away and then fell forward upon the table, coughing furiously and - clawing among the papers. Then he staggered to his feet, received another - shot, and rolled upon the floor. “You’ve done me,” he cried, and lay - still. The woman looked at him intently, and ground her heel into his - upturned face. She looked again, but there was no sound or movement. I - heard a sharp rustle, the night air blew into the heated room, and the - avenger was gone. - </p> - <p> - No interference upon our part could have saved the man from his fate, but, - as the woman poured bullet after bullet into Milverton’s shrinking body I - was about to spring out, when I felt Holmes’s cold, strong grasp upon my - wrist. I understood the whole argument of that firm, restraining grip—that - it was no affair of ours, that justice had overtaken a villain, that we - had our own duties and our own objects, which were not to be lost sight - of. But hardly had the woman rushed from the room when Holmes, with swift, - silent steps, was over at the other door. He turned the key in the lock. - At the same instant we heard voices in the house and the sound of hurrying - feet. The revolver shots had roused the household. With perfect coolness - Holmes slipped across to the safe, filled his two arms with bundles of - letters, and poured them all into the fire. Again and again he did it, - until the safe was empty. Someone turned the handle and beat upon the - outside of the door. Holmes looked swiftly round. The letter which had - been the messenger of death for Milverton lay, all mottled with his blood, - upon the table. Holmes tossed it in among the blazing papers. Then he drew - the key from the outer door, passed through after me, and locked it on the - outside. “This way, Watson,” said he, “we can scale the garden wall in - this direction.” - </p> - <p> - I could not have believed that an alarm could have spread so swiftly. - Looking back, the huge house was one blaze of light. The front door was - open, and figures were rushing down the drive. The whole garden was alive - with people, and one fellow raised a view-halloa as we emerged from the - veranda and followed hard at our heels. Holmes seemed to know the grounds - perfectly, and he threaded his way swiftly among a plantation of small - trees, I close at his heels, and our foremost pursuer panting behind us. - It was a six-foot wall which barred our path, but he sprang to the top and - over. As I did the same I felt the hand of the man behind me grab at my - ankle, but I kicked myself free and scrambled over a grass-strewn coping. - I fell upon my face among some bushes, but Holmes had me on my feet in an - instant, and together we dashed away across the huge expanse of Hampstead - Heath. We had run two miles, I suppose, before Holmes at last halted and - listened intently. All was absolute silence behind us. We had shaken off - our pursuers and were safe. - </p> - <p class="p2"> - We had breakfasted and were smoking our morning pipe on the day after the - remarkable experience which I have recorded, when Mr. Lestrade, of - Scotland Yard, very solemn and impressive, was ushered into our modest - sitting-room. - </p> - <p> - “Good-morning, Mr. Holmes,” said he; “good-morning. May I ask if you are - very busy just now?” - </p> - <p> - “Not too busy to listen to you.” - </p> - <p> - “I thought that, perhaps, if you had nothing particular on hand, you might - care to assist us in a most remarkable case, which occurred only last - night at Hampstead.” - </p> - <p> - “Dear me!” said Holmes. “What was that?” - </p> - <p> - “A murder—a most dramatic and remarkable murder. I know how keen you - are upon these things, and I would take it as a great favour if you would - step down to Appledore Towers, and give us the benefit of your advice. It - is no ordinary crime. We have had our eyes upon this Mr. Milverton for - some time, and, between ourselves, he was a bit of a villain. He is known - to have held papers which he used for blackmailing purposes. These papers - have all been burned by the murderers. No article of value was taken, as - it is probable that the criminals were men of good position, whose sole - object was to prevent social exposure.” - </p> - <p> - “Criminals?” said Holmes. “Plural?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, there were two of them. They were as nearly as possible captured - red-handed. We have their footmarks, we have their description, it’s ten - to one that we trace them. The first fellow was a bit too active, but the - second was caught by the under-gardener, and only got away after a - struggle. He was a middle-sized, strongly built man—square jaw, - thick neck, moustache, a mask over his eyes.” - </p> - <p> - “That’s rather vague,” said Sherlock Holmes. “My, it might be a - description of Watson!” - </p> - <p> - “It’s true,” said the inspector, with amusement. “It might be a - description of Watson.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I’m afraid I can’t help you, Lestrade,” said Holmes. “The fact is - that I knew this fellow Milverton, that I considered him one of the most - dangerous men in London, and that I think there are certain crimes which - the law cannot touch, and which therefore, to some extent, justify private - revenge. No, it’s no use arguing. I have made up my mind. My sympathies - are with the criminals rather than with the victim, and I will not handle - this case.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - Holmes had not said one word to me about the tragedy which we had - witnessed, but I observed all the morning that he was in his most - thoughtful mood, and he gave me the impression, from his vacant eyes and - his abstracted manner, of a man who is striving to recall something to his - memory. We were in the middle of our lunch, when he suddenly sprang to his - feet. “By Jove, Watson, I’ve got it!” he cried. “Take your hat! Come with - me!” He hurried at his top speed down Baker Street and along Oxford - Street, until we had almost reached Regent Circus. Here, on the left hand, - there stands a shop window filled with photographs of the celebrities and - beauties of the day. Holmes’s eyes fixed themselves upon one of them, and - following his gaze I saw the picture of a regal and stately lady in Court - dress, with a high diamond tiara upon her noble head. I looked at that - delicately curved nose, at the marked eyebrows, at the straight mouth, and - the strong little chin beneath it. Then I caught my breath as I read the - time-honoured title of the great nobleman and statesman whose wife she had - been. My eyes met those of Holmes, and he put his finger to his lips as we - turned away from the window. - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap08"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SIX NAPOLEONS</h2> - - <p> - It was no very unusual thing for Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, to look - in upon us of an evening, and his visits were welcome to Sherlock Holmes, - for they enabled him to keep in touch with all that was going on at the - police headquarters. In return for the news which Lestrade would bring, - Holmes was always ready to listen with attention to the details of any - case upon which the detective was engaged, and was able occasionally, - without any active interference, to give some hint or suggestion drawn - from his own vast knowledge and experience. - </p> - <p> - On this particular evening, Lestrade had spoken of the weather and the - newspapers. Then he had fallen silent, puffing thoughtfully at his cigar. - Holmes looked keenly at him. - </p> - <p> - “Anything remarkable on hand?” he asked. - </p> - <p> - “Oh, no, Mr. Holmes—nothing very particular.” - </p> - <p> - “Then tell me about it.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade laughed. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Mr. Holmes, there is no use denying that there <i>is</i> something on my - mind. And yet it is such an absurd business, that I hesitated to bother - you about it. On the other hand, although it is trivial, it is undoubtedly - queer, and I know that you have a taste for all that is out of the common. - But, in my opinion, it comes more in Dr. Watson’s line than ours.” - </p> - <p> - “Disease?” said I. - </p> - <p> - “Madness, anyhow. And a queer madness, too. You wouldn’t think there was - anyone living at this time of day who had such a hatred of Napoleon the - First that he would break any image of him that he could see.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes sank back in his chair. - </p> - <p> - “That’s no business of mine,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. That’s what I said. But then, when the man commits burglary in - order to break images which are not his own, that brings it away from the - doctor and on to the policeman.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes sat up again. - </p> - <p> - “Burglary! This is more interesting. Let me hear the details.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade took out his official notebook and refreshed his memory from its - pages. - </p> - <p> - “The first case reported was four days ago,” said he. “It was at the shop - of Morse Hudson, who has a place for the sale of pictures and statues in - the Kennington Road. The assistant had left the front shop for an instant, - when he heard a crash, and hurrying in he found a plaster bust of - Napoleon, which stood with several other works of art upon the counter, - lying shivered into fragments. He rushed out into the road, but, although - several passers-by declared that they had noticed a man run out of the - shop, he could neither see anyone nor could he find any means of - identifying the rascal. It seemed to be one of those senseless acts of - hooliganism which occur from time to time, and it was reported to the - constable on the beat as such. The plaster cast was not worth more than a - few shillings, and the whole affair appeared to be too childish for any - particular investigation. - </p> - <p> - “The second case, however, was more serious, and also more singular. It - occurred only last night. - </p> - <p> - “In Kennington Road, and within a few hundred yards of Morse Hudson’s - shop, there lives a well-known medical practitioner, named Dr. Barnicot, - who has one of the largest practices upon the south side of the Thames. - His residence and principal consulting-room is at Kennington Road, but he - has a branch surgery and dispensary at Lower Brixton Road, two miles away. - This Dr. Barnicot is an enthusiastic admirer of Napoleon, and his house is - full of books, pictures, and relics of the French Emperor. Some little - time ago he purchased from Morse Hudson two duplicate plaster casts of the - famous head of Napoleon by the French sculptor, Devine. One of these he - placed in his hall in the house at Kennington Road, and the other on the - mantelpiece of the surgery at Lower Brixton. Well, when Dr. Barnicot came - down this morning he was astonished to find that his house had been - burgled during the night, but that nothing had been taken save the plaster - head from the hall. It had been carried out and had been dashed savagely - against the garden wall, under which its splintered fragments were - discovered.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes rubbed his hands. - </p> - <p> - “This is certainly very novel,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “I thought it would please you. But I have not got to the end yet. Dr. - Barnicot was due at his surgery at twelve o’clock, and you can imagine his - amazement when, on arriving there, he found that the window had been - opened in the night and that the broken pieces of his second bust were - strewn all over the room. It had been smashed to atoms where it stood. In - neither case were there any signs which could give us a clue as to the - criminal or lunatic who had done the mischief. Now, Mr. Holmes, you have - got the facts.” - </p> - <p> - “They are singular, not to say grotesque,” said Holmes. “May I ask whether - the two busts smashed in Dr. Barnicot’s rooms were the exact duplicates of - the one which was destroyed in Morse Hudson’s shop?” - </p> - <p> - “They were taken from the same mould.” - </p> - <p> - “Such a fact must tell against the theory that the man who breaks them is - influenced by any general hatred of Napoleon. Considering how many - hundreds of statues of the great Emperor must exist in London, it is too - much to suppose such a coincidence as that a promiscuous iconoclast should - chance to begin upon three specimens of the same bust.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I thought as you do,” said Lestrade. “On the other hand, this Morse - Hudson is the purveyor of busts in that part of London, and these three - were the only ones which had been in his shop for years. So, although, as - you say, there are many hundreds of statues in London, it is very probable - that these three were the only ones in that district. Therefore, a local - fanatic would begin with them. What do you think, Dr. Watson?” - </p> - <p> - “There are no limits to the possibilities of monomania,” I answered. - “There is the condition which the modern French psychologists have called - the <i>idée fixe</i>, which may be trifling in character, and accompanied by - complete sanity in every other way. A man who had read deeply about - Napoleon, or who had possibly received some hereditary family injury - through the great war, might conceivably form such an <i>idée fixe</i> and under - its influence be capable of any fantastic outrage.” - </p> - <p> - “That won’t do, my dear Watson,” said Holmes, shaking his head, “for no - amount of <i>idée fixe</i> would enable your interesting monomaniac to find out - where these busts were situated.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, how do <i>you</i> explain it?” - </p> - <p> - “I don’t attempt to do so. I would only observe that there is a certain - method in the gentleman’s eccentric proceedings. For example, in Dr. - Barnicot’s hall, where a sound might arouse the family, the bust was taken - outside before being broken, whereas in the surgery, where there was less - danger of an alarm, it was smashed where it stood. The affair seems - absurdly trifling, and yet I dare call nothing trivial when I reflect that - some of my most classic cases have had the least promising commencement. - You will remember, Watson, how the dreadful business of the Abernetty - family was first brought to my notice by the depth which the parsley had - sunk into the butter upon a hot day. I can’t afford, therefore, to smile - at your three broken busts, Lestrade, and I shall be very much obliged to - you if you will let me hear of any fresh development of so singular a - chain of events.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - The development for which my friend had asked came in a quicker and an - infinitely more tragic form than he could have imagined. I was still - dressing in my bedroom next morning, when there was a tap at the door and - Holmes entered, a telegram in his hand. He read it aloud: - </p> - <p class="letter"> - “Come instantly, 131, Pitt Street, Kensington.—LESTRADE.” - </p> - <p> - “What is it, then?” I asked. - </p> - <p> - “Don’t know—may be anything. But I suspect it is the sequel of the - story of the statues. In that case our friend the image-breaker has begun - operations in another quarter of London. There’s coffee on the table, - Watson, and I have a cab at the door.” - </p> - <p> - In half an hour we had reached Pitt Street, a quiet little backwater just - beside one of the briskest currents of London life. No. 131 was one of a - row, all flat-chested, respectable, and most unromantic dwellings. As we - drove up, we found the railings in front of the house lined by a curious - crowd. Holmes whistled. - </p> - <p> - “By George! It’s attempted murder at the least. Nothing less will hold the - London message-boy. There’s a deed of violence indicated in that fellow’s - round shoulders and outstretched neck. What’s this, Watson? The top steps - swilled down and the other ones dry. Footsteps enough, anyhow! Well, well, - there’s Lestrade at the front window, and we shall soon know all about - it.” - </p> - <p> - The official received us with a very grave face and showed us into a - sitting-room, where an exceedingly unkempt and agitated elderly man, clad - in a flannel dressing-gown, was pacing up and down. He was introduced to - us as the owner of the house—Mr. Horace Harker, of the Central Press - Syndicate. - </p> - <p> - “It’s the Napoleon bust business again,” said Lestrade. “You seemed - interested last night, Mr. Holmes, so I thought perhaps you would be glad - to be present now that the affair has taken a very much graver turn.” - </p> - <p> - “What has it turned to, then?” - </p> - <p> - “To murder. Mr. Harker, will you tell these gentlemen exactly what has - occurred?” - </p> - <p> - The man in the dressing-gown turned upon us with a most melancholy face. - </p> - <p> - “It’s an extraordinary thing,” said he, “that all my life I have been - collecting other people’s news, and now that a real piece of news has come - my own way I am so confused and bothered that I can’t put two words - together. If I had come in here as a journalist, I should have interviewed - myself and had two columns in every evening paper. As it is, I am giving - away valuable copy by telling my story over and over to a string of - different people, and I can make no use of it myself. However, I’ve heard - your name, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and if you’ll only explain this queer - business, I shall be paid for my trouble in telling you the story.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes sat down and listened. - </p> - <p> - “It all seems to centre round that bust of Napoleon which I bought for - this very room about four months ago. I picked it up cheap from Harding - Brothers, two doors from the High Street Station. A great deal of my - journalistic work is done at night, and I often write until the early - morning. So it was to-day. I was sitting in my den, which is at the back - of the top of the house, about three o’clock, when I was convinced that I - heard some sounds downstairs. I listened, but they were not repeated, and - I concluded that they came from outside. Then suddenly, about five minutes - later, there came a most horrible yell—the most dreadful sound, Mr. - Holmes, that ever I heard. It will ring in my ears as long as I live. I - sat frozen with horror for a minute or two. Then I seized the poker and - went downstairs. When I entered this room I found the window wide open, - and I at once observed that the bust was gone from the mantelpiece. Why - any burglar should take such a thing passes my understanding, for it was - only a plaster cast and of no real value whatever. - </p> - <p> - “You can see for yourself that anyone going out through that open window - could reach the front doorstep by taking a long stride. This was clearly - what the burglar had done, so I went round and opened the door. Stepping - out into the dark, I nearly fell over a dead man, who was lying there. I - ran back for a light and there was the poor fellow, a great gash in his - throat and the whole place swimming in blood. He lay on his back, his - knees drawn up, and his mouth horribly open. I shall see him in my dreams. - I had just time to blow on my police-whistle, and then I must have - fainted, for I knew nothing more until I found the policeman standing over - me in the hall.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, who was the murdered man?” asked Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “There’s nothing to show who he was,” said Lestrade. “You shall see the - body at the mortuary, but we have made nothing of it up to now. He is a - tall man, sunburned, very powerful, not more than thirty. He is poorly - dressed, and yet does not appear to be a labourer. A horn-handled clasp - knife was lying in a pool of blood beside him. Whether it was the weapon - which did the deed, or whether it belonged to the dead man, I do not know. - There was no name on his clothing, and nothing in his pockets save an - apple, some string, a shilling map of London, and a photograph. Here it - is.” - </p> - <p> - It was evidently taken by a snapshot from a small camera. It represented - an alert, sharp-featured simian man, with thick eyebrows and a very - peculiar projection of the lower part of the face, like the muzzle of a - baboon. - </p> - <p> - “And what became of the bust?” asked Holmes, after a careful study of this - picture. - </p> - <p> - “We had news of it just before you came. It has been found in the front - garden of an empty house in Campden House Road. It was broken into - fragments. I am going round now to see it. Will you come?” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly. I must just take one look round.” He examined the carpet and - the window. “The fellow had either very long legs or was a most active - man,” said he. “With an area beneath, it was no mean feat to reach that - window ledge and open that window. Getting back was comparatively simple. - Are you coming with us to see the remains of your bust, Mr. Harker?” - </p> - <p> - The disconsolate journalist had seated himself at a writing-table. - </p> - <p> - “I must try and make something of it,” said he, “though I have no doubt - that the first editions of the evening papers are out already with full - details. It’s like my luck! You remember when the stand fell at Doncaster? - Well, I was the only journalist in the stand, and my journal the only one - that had no account of it, for I was too shaken to write it. And now I’ll - be too late with a murder done on my own doorstep.” - </p> - <p> - As we left the room, we heard his pen travelling shrilly over the - foolscap. - </p> - <p> - The spot where the fragments of the bust had been found was only a few - hundred yards away. For the first time our eyes rested upon this - presentment of the great emperor, which seemed to raise such frantic and - destructive hatred in the mind of the unknown. It lay scattered, in - splintered shards, upon the grass. Holmes picked up several of them and - examined them carefully. I was convinced, from his intent face and his - purposeful manner, that at last he was upon a clue. - </p> - <p> - “Well?” asked Lestrade. - </p> - <p> - Holmes shrugged his shoulders. - </p> - <p> - “We have a long way to go yet,” said he. “And yet—and yet—well, - we have some suggestive facts to act upon. The possession of this trifling - bust was worth more, in the eyes of this strange criminal, than a human - life. That is one point. Then there is the singular fact that he did not - break it in the house, or immediately outside the house, if to break it - was his sole object.” - </p> - <p> - “He was rattled and bustled by meeting this other fellow. He hardly knew - what he was doing.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, that’s likely enough. But I wish to call your attention very - particularly to the position of this house, in the garden of which the - bust was destroyed.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade looked about him. - </p> - <p> - “It was an empty house, and so he knew that he would not be disturbed in - the garden.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, but there is another empty house farther up the street which he must - have passed before he came to this one. Why did he not break it there, - since it is evident that every yard that he carried it increased the risk - of someone meeting him?” - </p> - <p> - “I give it up,” said Lestrade. - </p> - <p> - Holmes pointed to the street lamp above our heads. - </p> - <p> - “He could see what he was doing here, and he could not there. That was his - reason.” - </p> - <p> - “By Jove! that’s true,” said the detective. “Now that I come to think of - it, Dr. Barnicot’s bust was broken not far from his red lamp. Well, Mr. - Holmes, what are we to do with that fact?” - </p> - <p> - “To remember it—to docket it. We may come on something later which - will bear upon it. What steps do you propose to take now, Lestrade?” - </p> - <p> - “The most practical way of getting at it, in my opinion, is to identify - the dead man. There should be no difficulty about that. When we have found - who he is and who his associates are, we should have a good start in - learning what he was doing in Pitt Street last night, and who it was who - met him and killed him on the doorstep of Mr. Horace Harker. Don’t you - think so?” - </p> - <p> - “No doubt; and yet it is not quite the way in which I should approach the - case.” - </p> - <p> - “What would you do then?” - </p> - <p> - “Oh, you must not let me influence you in any way. I suggest that you go - on your line and I on mine. We can compare notes afterwards, and each will - supplement the other.” - </p> - <p> - “Very good,” said Lestrade. - </p> - <p> - “If you are going back to Pitt Street, you might see Mr. Horace Harker. - Tell him for me that I have quite made up my mind, and that it is certain - that a dangerous homicidal lunatic, with Napoleonic delusions, was in his - house last night. It will be useful for his article.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade stared. - </p> - <p> - “You don’t seriously believe that?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes smiled. - </p> - <p> - “Don’t I? Well, perhaps I don’t. But I am sure that it will interest Mr. - Horace Harker and the subscribers of the Central Press Syndicate. Now, - Watson, I think that we shall find that we have a long and rather complex - day’s work before us. I should be glad, Lestrade, if you could make it - convenient to meet us at Baker Street at six o’clock this evening. Until - then I should like to keep this photograph, found in the dead man’s - pocket. It is possible that I may have to ask your company and assistance - upon a small expedition which will have be undertaken to-night, if my - chain of reasoning should prove to be correct. Until then good-bye and - good luck!” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes and I walked together to the High Street, where we stopped - at the shop of Harding Brothers, whence the bust had been purchased. A - young assistant informed us that Mr. Harding would be absent until - afternoon, and that he was himself a newcomer, who could give us no - information. Holmes’s face showed his disappointment and annoyance. - </p> - <p> - “Well, well, we can’t expect to have it all our own way, Watson,” he said, - at last. “We must come back in the afternoon, if Mr. Harding will not be - here until then. I am, as you have no doubt surmised, endeavouring to - trace these busts to their source, in order to find if there is not - something peculiar which may account for their remarkable fate. Let us - make for Mr. Morse Hudson, of the Kennington Road, and see if he can throw - any light upon the problem.” - </p> - <p> - A drive of an hour brought us to the picture-dealer’s establishment. He - was a small, stout man with a red face and a peppery manner. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir. On my very counter, sir,” said he. “What we pay rates and taxes - for I don’t know, when any ruffian can come in and break one’s goods. Yes, - sir, it was I who sold Dr. Barnicot his two statues. Disgraceful, sir! A - Nihilist plot—that’s what I make it. No one but an anarchist would - go about breaking statues. Red republicans—that’s what I call ’em. - Who did I get the statues from? I don’t see what that has to do with it. - Well, if you really want to know, I got them from Gelder & Co., in - Church Street, Stepney. They are a well-known house in the trade, and have - been this twenty years. How many had I? Three—two and one are three—two - of Dr. Barnicot’s, and one smashed in broad daylight on my own counter. Do - I know that photograph? No, I don’t. Yes, I do, though. Why, it’s Beppo. - He was a kind of Italian piece-work man, who made himself useful in the - shop. He could carve a bit, and gild and frame, and do odd jobs. The - fellow left me last week, and I’ve heard nothing of him since. No, I don’t - know where he came from nor where he went to. I had nothing against him - while he was here. He was gone two days before the bust was smashed.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, that’s all we could reasonably expect from Morse Hudson,” said - Holmes, as we emerged from the shop. “We have this Beppo as a common - factor, both in Kennington and in Kensington, so that is worth a ten-mile - drive. Now, Watson, let us make for Gelder & Co., of Stepney, the - source and origin of the busts. I shall be surprised if we don’t get some - help down there.” - </p> - <p> - In rapid succession we passed through the fringe of fashionable London, - hotel London, theatrical London, literary London, commercial London, and, - finally, maritime London, till we came to a riverside city of a hundred - thousand souls, where the tenement houses swelter and reek with the - outcasts of Europe. Here, in a broad thoroughfare, once the abode of - wealthy City merchants, we found the sculpture works for which we - searched. Outside was a considerable yard full of monumental masonry. - Inside was a large room in which fifty workers were carving or moulding. - The manager, a big blond German, received us civilly and gave a clear - answer to all Holmes’s questions. A reference to his books showed that - hundreds of casts had been taken from a marble copy of Devine’s head of - Napoleon, but that the three which had been sent to Morse Hudson a year or - so before had been half of a batch of six, the other three being sent to - Harding Brothers, of Kensington. There was no reason why those six should - be different from any of the other casts. He could suggest no possible - cause why anyone should wish to destroy them—in fact, he laughed at - the idea. Their wholesale price was six shillings, but the retailer would - get twelve or more. The cast was taken in two moulds from each side of the - face, and then these two profiles of plaster of Paris were joined together - to make the complete bust. The work was usually done by Italians, in the - room we were in. When finished, the busts were put on a table in the - passage to dry, and afterwards stored. That was all he could tell us. - </p> - <p> - But the production of the photograph had a remarkable effect upon the - manager. His face flushed with anger, and his brows knotted over his blue - Teutonic eyes. - </p> - <p> - “Ah, the rascal!” he cried. “Yes, indeed, I know him very well. This has - always been a respectable establishment, and the only time that we have - ever had the police in it was over this very fellow. It was more than a - year ago now. He knifed another Italian in the street, and then he came to - the works with the police on his heels, and he was taken here. Beppo was - his name—his second name I never knew. Serve me right for engaging a - man with such a face. But he was a good workman—one of the best.” - </p> - <p> - “What did he get?” - </p> - <p> - “The man lived and he got off with a year. I have no doubt he is out now, - but he has not dared to show his nose here. We have a cousin of his here, - and I daresay he could tell you where he is.” - </p> - <p> - “No, no,” cried Holmes, “not a word to the cousin—not a word, I beg - of you. The matter is very important, and the farther I go with it, the - more important it seems to grow. When you referred in your ledger to the - sale of those casts I observed that the date was June 3rd of last year. - Could you give me the date when Beppo was arrested?” - </p> - <p> - “I could tell you roughly by the pay-list,” the manager answered. “Yes,” - he continued, after some turning over of pages, “he was paid last on May - 20th.” - </p> - <p> - “Thank you,” said Holmes. “I don’t think that I need intrude upon your - time and patience any more.” With a last word of caution that he should - say nothing as to our researches, we turned our faces westward once more. - </p> - <p> - The afternoon was far advanced before we were able to snatch a hasty - luncheon at a restaurant. A news-bill at the entrance announced - “Kensington Outrage. Murder by a Madman,” and the contents of the paper - showed that Mr. Horace Harker had got his account into print after all. - Two columns were occupied with a highly sensational and flowery rendering - of the whole incident. Holmes propped it against the cruet-stand and read - it while he ate. Once or twice he chuckled. - </p> - <p> - “This is all right, Watson,” said he. “Listen to this: - </p> - <p> - “It is satisfactory to know that there can be no difference of opinion - upon this case, since Mr. Lestrade, one of the most experienced members of - the official force, and Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the well-known consulting - expert, have each come to the conclusion that the grotesque series of - incidents, which have ended in so tragic a fashion, arise from lunacy - rather than from deliberate crime. No explanation save mental aberration - can cover the facts. - </p> - <p> - “The Press, Watson, is a most valuable institution, if you only know how - to use it. And now, if you have quite finished, we will hark back to - Kensington and see what the manager of Harding Brothers has to say on the - matter.” - </p> - <p> - The founder of that great emporium proved to be a brisk, crisp little - person, very dapper and quick, with a clear head and a ready tongue. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, I have already read the account in the evening papers. Mr. - Horace Harker is a customer of ours. We supplied him with the bust some - months ago. We ordered three busts of that sort from Gelder & Co., of - Stepney. They are all sold now. To whom? Oh, I daresay by consulting our - sales book we could very easily tell you. Yes, we have the entries here. - One to Mr. Harker you see, and one to Mr. Josiah Brown, of Laburnum Lodge, - Laburnum Vale, Chiswick, and one to Mr. Sandeford, of Lower Grove Road, - Reading. No, I have never seen this face which you show me in the - photograph. You would hardly forget it, would you, sir, for I’ve seldom - seen an uglier. Have we any Italians on the staff? Yes, sir, we have - several among our workpeople and cleaners. I daresay they might get a peep - at that sales book if they wanted to. There is no particular reason for - keeping a watch upon that book. Well, well, it’s a very strange business, - and I hope that you will let me know if anything comes of your inquiries.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes had taken several notes during Mr. Harding’s evidence, and I could - see that he was thoroughly satisfied by the turn which affairs were - taking. He made no remark, however, save that, unless we hurried, we - should be late for our appointment with Lestrade. Sure enough, when we - reached Baker Street the detective was already there, and we found him - pacing up and down in a fever of impatience. His look of importance showed - that his day’s work had not been in vain. - </p> - <p> - “Well?” he asked. “What luck, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “We have had a very busy day, and not entirely a wasted one,” my friend - explained. “We have seen both the retailers and also the wholesale - manufacturers. I can trace each of the busts now from the beginning.” - </p> - <p> - “The busts,” cried Lestrade. “Well, well, you have your own methods, Mr. - Sherlock Holmes, and it is not for me to say a word against them, but I - think I have done a better day’s work than you. I have identified the dead - man.” - </p> - <p> - “You don’t say so?” - </p> - <p> - “And found a cause for the crime.” - </p> - <p> - “Splendid!” - </p> - <p> - “We have an inspector who makes a specialty of Saffron Hill and the - Italian Quarter. Well, this dead man had some Catholic emblem round his - neck, and that, along with his colour, made me think he was from the - South. Inspector Hill knew him the moment he caught sight of him. His name - is Pietro Venucci, from Naples, and he is one of the greatest cut-throats - in London. He is connected with the Mafia, which, as you know, is a secret - political society, enforcing its decrees by murder. Now, you see how the - affair begins to clear up. The other fellow is probably an Italian also, - and a member of the Mafia. He has broken the rules in some fashion. Pietro - is set upon his track. Probably the photograph we found in his pocket is - the man himself, so that he may not knife the wrong person. He dogs the - fellow, he sees him enter a house, he waits outside for him, and in the - scuffle he receives his own death-wound. How is that, Mr. Sherlock - Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes clapped his hands approvingly. - </p> - <p> - “Excellent, Lestrade, excellent!” he cried. “But I didn’t quite follow - your explanation of the destruction of the busts.” - </p> - <p> - “The busts! You never can get those busts out of your head. After all, - that is nothing; petty larceny, six months at the most. It is the murder - that we are really investigating, and I tell you that I am gathering all - the threads into my hands.” - </p> - <p> - “And the next stage?” - </p> - <p> - “Is a very simple one. I shall go down with Hill to the Italian Quarter, - find the man whose photograph we have got, and arrest him on the charge of - murder. Will you come with us?” - </p> - <p> - “I think not. I fancy we can attain our end in a simpler way. I can’t say - for certain, because it all depends—well, it all depends upon a - factor which is completely outside our control. But I have great hopes—in - fact, the betting is exactly two to one—that if you will come with - us to-night I shall be able to help you to lay him by the heels.” - </p> - <p> - “In the Italian Quarter?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I fancy Chiswick is an address which is more likely to find him. If - you will come with me to Chiswick to-night, Lestrade, I’ll promise to go - to the Italian Quarter with you to-morrow, and no harm will be done by the - delay. And now I think that a few hours’ sleep would do us all good, for I - do not propose to leave before eleven o’clock, and it is unlikely that we - shall be back before morning. You’ll dine with us, Lestrade, and then you - are welcome to the sofa until it is time for us to start. In the meantime, - Watson, I should be glad if you would ring for an express messenger, for I - have a letter to send and it is important that it should go at once.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes spent the evening in rummaging among the files of the old daily - papers with which one of our lumber-rooms was packed. When at last he - descended, it was with triumph in his eyes, but he said nothing to either - of us as to the result of his researches. For my own part, I had followed - step by step the methods by which he had traced the various windings of - this complex case, and, though I could not yet perceive the goal which we - would reach, I understood clearly that Holmes expected this grotesque - criminal to make an attempt upon the two remaining busts, one of which, I - remembered, was at Chiswick. No doubt the object of our journey was to - catch him in the very act, and I could not but admire the cunning with - which my friend had inserted a wrong clue in the evening paper, so as to - give the fellow the idea that he could continue his scheme with impunity. - I was not surprised when Holmes suggested that I should take my revolver - with me. He had himself picked up the loaded hunting-crop, which was his - favourite weapon. - </p> - <p> - A four-wheeler was at the door at eleven, and in it we drove to a spot at - the other side of Hammersmith Bridge. Here the cabman was directed to - wait. A short walk brought us to a secluded road fringed with pleasant - houses, each standing in its own grounds. In the light of a street lamp we - read “Laburnum Villa” upon the gate-post of one of them. The occupants had - evidently retired to rest, for all was dark save for a fanlight over the - hall door, which shed a single blurred circle on to the garden path. The - wooden fence which separated the grounds from the road threw a dense black - shadow upon the inner side, and here it was that we crouched. - </p> - <p> - “I fear that you’ll have a long wait,” Holmes whispered. “We may thank our - stars that it is not raining. I don’t think we can even venture to smoke - to pass the time. However, it’s a two to one chance that we get something - to pay us for our trouble.” - </p> - <p> - It proved, however, that our vigil was not to be so long as Holmes had led - us to fear, and it ended in a very sudden and singular fashion. In an - instant, without the least sound to warn us of his coming, the garden gate - swung open, and a lithe, dark figure, as swift and active as an ape, - rushed up the garden path. We saw it whisk past the light thrown from over - the door and disappear against the black shadow of the house. There was a - long pause, during which we held our breath, and then a very gentle - creaking sound came to our ears. The window was being opened. The noise - ceased, and again there was a long silence. The fellow was making his way - into the house. We saw the sudden flash of a dark lantern inside the room. - What he sought was evidently not there, for again we saw the flash through - another blind, and then through another. - </p> - <p> - “Let us get to the open window. We will nab him as he climbs out,” - Lestrade whispered. - </p> - <p> - But before we could move, the man had emerged again. As he came out into - the glimmering patch of light, we saw that he carried something white - under his arm. He looked stealthily all round him. The silence of the - deserted street reassured him. Turning his back upon us he laid down his - burden, and the next instant there was the sound of a sharp tap, followed - by a clatter and rattle. The man was so intent upon what he was doing that - he never heard our steps as we stole across the grass plot. With the bound - of a tiger Holmes was on his back, and an instant later Lestrade and I had - him by either wrist, and the handcuffs had been fastened. As we turned him - over I saw a hideous, sallow face, with writhing, furious features, - glaring up at us, and I knew that it was indeed the man of the photograph - whom we had secured. - </p> - <p> - But it was not our prisoner to whom Holmes was giving his attention. - Squatted on the doorstep, he was engaged in most carefully examining that - which the man had brought from the house. It was a bust of Napoleon, like - the one which we had seen that morning, and it had been broken into - similar fragments. Carefully Holmes held each separate shard to the light, - but in no way did it differ from any other shattered piece of plaster. He - had just completed his examination when the hall lights flew up, the door - opened, and the owner of the house, a jovial, rotund figure in shirt and - trousers, presented himself. - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Josiah Brown, I suppose?” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir; and you, no doubt, are Mr. Sherlock Holmes? I had the note - which you sent by the express messenger, and I did exactly what you told - me. We locked every door on the inside and awaited developments. Well, I’m - very glad to see that you have got the rascal. I hope, gentlemen, that you - will come in and have some refreshment.” - </p> - <p> - However, Lestrade was anxious to get his man into safe quarters, so within - a few minutes our cab had been summoned and we were all four upon our way - to London. Not a word would our captive say, but he glared at us from the - shadow of his matted hair, and once, when my hand seemed within his reach, - he snapped at it like a hungry wolf. We stayed long enough at the - police-station to learn that a search of his clothing revealed nothing - save a few shillings and a long sheath knife, the handle of which bore - copious traces of recent blood. - </p> - <p> - “That’s all right,” said Lestrade, as we parted. “Hill knows all these - gentry, and he will give a name to him. You’ll find that my theory of the - Mafia will work out all right. But I’m sure I am exceedingly obliged to - you, Mr. Holmes, for the workmanlike way in which you laid hands upon him. - I don’t quite understand it all yet.” - </p> - <p> - “I fear it is rather too late an hour for explanations,” said Holmes. - “Besides, there are one or two details which are not finished off, and it - is one of those cases which are worth working out to the very end. If you - will come round once more to my rooms at six o’clock to-morrow, I think I - shall be able to show you that even now you have not grasped the entire - meaning of this business, which presents some features which make it - absolutely original in the history of crime. If ever I permit you to - chronicle any more of my little problems, Watson, I foresee that you will - enliven your pages by an account of the singular adventure of the - Napoleonic busts.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - When we met again next evening, Lestrade was furnished with much - information concerning our prisoner. His name, it appeared, was Beppo, - second name unknown. He was a well-known ne’er-do-well among the Italian - colony. He had once been a skilful sculptor and had earned an honest - living, but he had taken to evil courses and had twice already been in - jail—once for a petty theft, and once, as we had already heard, for - stabbing a fellow-countryman. He could talk English perfectly well. His - reasons for destroying the busts were still unknown, and he refused to - answer any questions upon the subject, but the police had discovered that - these same busts might very well have been made by his own hands, since he - was engaged in this class of work at the establishment of Gelder & Co. - To all this information, much of which we already knew, Holmes listened - with polite attention, but I, who knew him so well, could clearly see that - his thoughts were elsewhere, and I detected a mixture of mingled - uneasiness and expectation beneath that mask which he was wont to assume. - At last he started in his chair, and his eyes brightened. There had been a - ring at the bell. A minute later we heard steps upon the stairs, and an - elderly red-faced man with grizzled side-whiskers was ushered in. In his - right hand he carried an old-fashioned carpet-bag, which he placed upon - the table. - </p> - <p> - “Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?” - </p> - <p> - My friend bowed and smiled. “Mr. Sandeford, of Reading, I suppose?” said - he. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, I fear that I am a little late, but the trains were awkward. - You wrote to me about a bust that is in my possession.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly.” - </p> - <p> - “I have your letter here. You said, ‘I desire to possess a copy of - Devine’s Napoleon, and am prepared to pay you ten pounds for the one which - is in your possession.’ Is that right?” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly.” - </p> - <p> - “I was very much surprised at your letter, for I could not imagine how you - knew that I owned such a thing.” - </p> - <p> - “Of course you must have been surprised, but the explanation is very - simple. Mr. Harding, of Harding Brothers, said that they had sold you - their last copy, and he gave me your address.” - </p> - <p> - “Oh, that was it, was it? Did he tell you what I paid for it?” - </p> - <p> - “No, he did not.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I am an honest man, though not a very rich one. I only gave fifteen - shillings for the bust, and I think you ought to know that before I take - ten pounds from you. - </p> - <p> - “I am sure the scruple does you honour, Mr. Sandeford. But I have named - that price, so I intend to stick to it.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, it is very handsome of you, Mr. Holmes. I brought the bust up with - me, as you asked me to do. Here it is!” He opened his bag, and at last we - saw placed upon our table a complete specimen of that bust which we had - already seen more than once in fragments. - </p> - <p> - Holmes took a paper from his pocket and laid a ten-pound note upon the - table. - </p> - <p> - “You will kindly sign that paper, Mr. Sandeford, in the presence of these - witnesses. It is simply to say that you transfer every possible right that - you ever had in the bust to me. I am a methodical man, you see, and you - never know what turn events might take afterwards. Thank you, Mr. - Sandeford; here is your money, and I wish you a very good evening.” - </p> - <p> - When our visitor had disappeared, Sherlock Holmes’s movements were such as - to rivet our attention. He began by taking a clean white cloth from a - drawer and laying it over the table. Then he placed his newly acquired - bust in the centre of the cloth. Finally, he picked up his hunting-crop - and struck Napoleon a sharp blow on the top of the head. The figure broke - into fragments, and Holmes bent eagerly over the shattered remains. Next - instant, with a loud shout of triumph he held up one splinter, in which a - round, dark object was fixed like a plum in a pudding. - </p> - <p> - “Gentlemen,” he cried, “let me introduce you to the famous black pearl of - the Borgias.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade and I sat silent for a moment, and then, with a spontaneous - impulse, we both broke at clapping, as at the well-wrought crisis of a - play. A flush of colour sprang to Holmes’s pale cheeks, and he bowed to us - like the master dramatist who receives the homage of his audience. It was - at such moments that for an instant he ceased to be a reasoning machine, - and betrayed his human love for admiration and applause. The same - singularly proud and reserved nature which turned away with disdain from - popular notoriety was capable of being moved to its depths by spontaneous - wonder and praise from a friend. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, gentlemen,” said he, “it is the most famous pearl now existing in - the world, and it has been my good fortune, by a connected chain of - inductive reasoning, to trace it from the Prince of Colonna’s bedroom at - the Dacre Hotel, where it was lost, to the interior of this, the last of - the six busts of Napoleon which were manufactured by Gelder & Co., of - Stepney. You will remember, Lestrade, the sensation caused by the - disappearance of this valuable jewel and the vain efforts of the London - police to recover it. I was myself consulted upon the case, but I was - unable to throw any light upon it. Suspicion fell upon the maid of the - Princess, who was an Italian, and it was proved that she had a brother in - London, but we failed to trace any connection between them. The maid’s - name was Lucretia Venucci, and there is no doubt in my mind that this - Pietro who was murdered two nights ago was the brother. I have been - looking up the dates in the old files of the paper, and I find that the - disappearance of the pearl was exactly two days before the arrest of - Beppo, for some crime of violence—an event which took place in the - factory of Gelder & Co., at the very moment when these busts were - being made. Now you clearly see the sequence of events, though you see - them, of course, in the inverse order to the way in which they presented - themselves to me. Beppo had the pearl in his possession. He may have - stolen it from Pietro, he may have been Pietro’s confederate, he may have - been the go-between of Pietro and his sister. It is of no consequence to - us which is the correct solution. - </p> - <p> - “The main fact is that he <i>had</i> the pearl, and at that moment, when it was - on his person, he was pursued by the police. He made for the factory in - which he worked, and he knew that he had only a few minutes in which to - conceal this enormously valuable prize, which would otherwise be found on - him when he was searched. Six plaster casts of Napoleon were drying in the - passage. One of them was still soft. In an instant Beppo, a skilful - workman, made a small hole in the wet plaster, dropped in the pearl, and - with a few touches covered over the aperture once more. It was an - admirable hiding-place. No one could possibly find it. But Beppo was - condemned to a year’s imprisonment, and in the meanwhile his six busts - were scattered over London. He could not tell which contained his - treasure. Only by breaking them could he see. Even shaking would tell him - nothing, for as the plaster was wet it was probable that the pearl would - adhere to it—as, in fact, it has done. Beppo did not despair, and he - conducted his search with considerable ingenuity and perseverance. Through - a cousin who works with Gelder, he found out the retail firms who had - bought the busts. He managed to find employment with Morse Hudson, and in - that way tracked down three of them. The pearl was not there. Then, with - the help of some Italian employee, he succeeded in finding out where the - other three busts had gone. The first was at Harker’s. There he was dogged - by his confederate, who held Beppo responsible for the loss of the pearl, - and he stabbed him in the scuffle which followed.” - </p> - <p> - “If he was his confederate, why should he carry his photograph?” I asked. - </p> - <p> - “As a means of tracing him, if he wished to inquire about him from any - third person. That was the obvious reason. Well, after the murder I - calculated that Beppo would probably hurry rather than delay his - movements. He would fear that the police would read his secret, and so he - hastened on before they should get ahead of him. Of course, I could not - say that he had not found the pearl in Harker’s bust. I had not even - concluded for certain that it was the pearl, but it was evident to me that - he was looking for something, since he carried the bust past the other - houses in order to break it in the garden which had a lamp overlooking it. - Since Harker’s bust was one in three, the chances were exactly as I told - you—two to one against the pearl being inside it. There remained two - busts, and it was obvious that he would go for the London one first. I - warned the inmates of the house, so as to avoid a second tragedy, and we - went down, with the happiest results. By that time, of course, I knew for - certain that it was the Borgia pearl that we were after. The name of the - murdered man linked the one event with the other. There only remained a - single bust—the Reading one—and the pearl must be there. I - bought it in your presence from the owner—and there it lies.” - </p> - <p> - We sat in silence for a moment. - </p> - <p> - “Well,” said Lestrade, “I’ve seen you handle a good many cases, Mr. - Holmes, but I don’t know that I ever knew a more workmanlike one than - that. We’re not jealous of you at Scotland Yard. No, sir, we are very - proud of you, and if you come down to-morrow, there’s not a man, from the - oldest inspector to the youngest constable, who wouldn’t be glad to shake - you by the hand.” - </p> - <p> - “Thank you!” said Holmes. “Thank you!” and as he turned away, it seemed to - me that he was more nearly moved by the softer human emotions than I had - ever seen him. A moment later he was the cold and practical thinker once - more. “Put the pearl in the safe, Watson,” said he, “and get out the - papers of the Conk-Singleton forgery case. Good-bye, Lestrade. If any - little problem comes your way, I shall be happy, if I can, to give you a - hint or two as to its solution.” - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap09"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE THREE STUDENTS</h2> - - <p> - It was in the year ’95 that a combination of events, into which I need not - enter, caused Mr. Sherlock Holmes and myself to spend some weeks in one of - our great university towns, and it was during this time that the small but - instructive adventure which I am about to relate befell us. It will be - obvious that any details which would help the reader exactly to identify - the college or the criminal would be injudicious and offensive. So painful - a scandal may well be allowed to die out. With due discretion the incident - itself may, however, be described, since it serves to illustrate some of - those qualities for which my friend was remarkable. I will endeavour, in - my statement, to avoid such terms as would serve to limit the events to - any particular place, or give a clue as to the people concerned. - </p> - <p> - We were residing at the time in furnished lodgings close to a library - where Sherlock Holmes was pursuing some laborious researches in early - English charters—researches which led to results so striking that - they may be the subject of one of my future narratives. Here it was that - one evening we received a visit from an acquaintance, Mr. Hilton Soames, - tutor and lecturer at the College of St. Luke’s. Mr. Soames was a tall, - spare man, of a nervous and excitable temperament. I had always known him - to be restless in his manner, but on this particular occasion he was in - such a state of uncontrollable agitation that it was clear something very - unusual had occurred. - </p> - <p> - “I trust, Mr. Holmes, that you can spare me a few hours of your valuable - time. We have had a very painful incident at St. Luke’s, and really, but - for the happy chance of your being in town, I should have been at a loss - what to do.” - </p> - <p> - “I am very busy just now, and I desire no distractions,” my friend - answered. “I should much prefer that you called in the aid of the police.” - </p> - <p> - “No, no, my dear sir; such a course is utterly impossible. When once the - law is evoked it cannot be stayed again, and this is just one of those - cases where, for the credit of the college, it is most essential to avoid - scandal. Your discretion is as well-known as your powers, and you are the - one man in the world who can help me. I beg you, Mr. Holmes, to do what - you can.” - </p> - <p> - My friend’s temper had not improved since he had been deprived of the - congenial surroundings of Baker Street. Without his scrapbooks, his - chemicals, and his homely untidiness, he was an uncomfortable man. He - shrugged his shoulders in ungracious acquiescence, while our visitor in - hurried words and with much excitable gesticulation poured forth his - story. - </p> - <p> - “I must explain to you, Mr. Holmes, that to-morrow is the first day of the - examination for the Fortescue Scholarship. I am one of the examiners. My - subject is Greek, and the first of the papers consists of a large passage - of Greek translation which the candidate has not seen. This passage is - printed on the examination paper, and it would naturally be an immense - advantage if the candidate could prepare it in advance. For this reason, - great care is taken to keep the paper secret. - </p> - <p> - “To-day, about three o’clock, the proofs of this paper arrived from the - printers. The exercise consists of half a chapter of Thucydides. I had to - read it over carefully, as the text must be absolutely correct. At - four-thirty my task was not yet completed. I had, however, promised to - take tea in a friend’s rooms, so I left the proof upon my desk. I was - absent rather more than an hour. - </p> - <p> - “You are aware, Mr. Holmes, that our college doors are double—a - green baize one within and a heavy oak one without. As I approached my - outer door, I was amazed to see a key in it. For an instant I imagined - that I had left my own there, but on feeling in my pocket I found that it - was all right. The only duplicate which existed, so far as I knew, was - that which belonged to my servant, Bannister—a man who has looked - after my room for ten years, and whose honesty is absolutely above - suspicion. I found that the key was indeed his, that he had entered my - room to know if I wanted tea, and that he had very carelessly left the key - in the door when he came out. His visit to my room must have been within a - very few minutes of my leaving it. His forgetfulness about the key would - have mattered little upon any other occasion, but on this one day it has - produced the most deplorable consequences. - </p> - <p> - “The moment I looked at my table, I was aware that someone had rummaged - among my papers. The proof was in three long slips. I had left them all - together. Now, I found that one of them was lying on the floor, one was on - the side table near the window, and the third was where I had left it.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes stirred for the first time. - </p> - <p> - “The first page on the floor, the second in the window, the third where - you left it,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “Exactly, Mr. Holmes. You amaze me. How could you possibly know that?” - </p> - <p> - “Pray continue your very interesting statement.” - </p> - <p> - “For an instant I imagined that Bannister had taken the unpardonable - liberty of examining my papers. He denied it, however, with the utmost - earnestness, and I am convinced that he was speaking the truth. The - alternative was that someone passing had observed the key in the door, had - known that I was out, and had entered to look at the papers. A large sum - of money is at stake, for the scholarship is a very valuable one, and an - unscrupulous man might very well run a risk in order to gain an advantage - over his fellows. - </p> - <p> - “Bannister was very much upset by the incident. He had nearly fainted when - we found that the papers had undoubtedly been tampered with. I gave him a - little brandy and left him collapsed in a chair, while I made a most - careful examination of the room. I soon saw that the intruder had left - other traces of his presence besides the rumpled papers. On the table in - the window were several shreds from a pencil which had been sharpened. A - broken tip of lead was lying there also. Evidently the rascal had copied - the paper in a great hurry, had broken his pencil, and had been compelled - to put a fresh point to it.” - </p> - <p> - “Excellent!” said Holmes, who was recovering his good-humour as his - attention became more engrossed by the case. “Fortune has been your - friend.” - </p> - <p> - “This was not all. I have a new writing-table with a fine surface of red - leather. I am prepared to swear, and so is Bannister, that it was smooth - and unstained. Now I found a clean cut in it about three inches long—not - a mere scratch, but a positive cut. Not only this, but on the table I - found a small ball of black dough or clay, with specks of something which - looks like sawdust in it. I am convinced that these marks were left by the - man who rifled the papers. There were no footmarks and no other evidence - as to his identity. I was at my wits’ end, when suddenly the happy thought - occurred to me that you were in the town, and I came straight round to put - the matter into your hands. Do help me, Mr. Holmes. You see my dilemma. - Either I must find the man or else the examination must be postponed until - fresh papers are prepared, and since this cannot be done without - explanation, there will ensue a hideous scandal, which will throw a cloud - not only on the college, but on the university. Above all things, I desire - to settle the matter quietly and discreetly.” - </p> - <p> - “I shall be happy to look into it and to give you such advice as I can,” - said Holmes, rising and putting on his overcoat. “The case is not entirely - devoid of interest. Had anyone visited you in your room after the papers - came to you?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, young Daulat Ras, an Indian student, who lives on the same stair, - came in to ask me some particulars about the examination.” - </p> - <p> - “For which he was entered?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes.” - </p> - <p> - “And the papers were on your table?” - </p> - <p> - “To the best of my belief, they were rolled up.” - </p> - <p> - “But might be recognized as proofs?” - </p> - <p> - “Possibly.” - </p> - <p> - “No one else in your room?” - </p> - <p> - “No.” - </p> - <p> - “Did anyone know that these proofs would be there?” - </p> - <p> - “No one save the printer.” - </p> - <p> - “Did this man Bannister know?” - </p> - <p> - “No, certainly not. No one knew.” - </p> - <p> - “Where is Bannister now?” - </p> - <p> - “He was very ill, poor fellow. I left him collapsed in the chair. I was in - such a hurry to come to you.” - </p> - <p> - “You left your door open?” - </p> - <p> - “I locked up the papers first.” - </p> - <p> - “Then it amounts to this, Mr. Soames: that, unless the Indian student - recognized the roll as being proofs, the man who tampered with them came - upon them accidentally without knowing that they were there.” - </p> - <p> - “So it seems to me.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes gave an enigmatic smile. - </p> - <p> - “Well,” said he, “let us go round. Not one of your cases, Watson—mental, - not physical. All right; come if you want to. Now, Mr. Soames—at - your disposal!” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - The sitting-room of our client opened by a long, low, latticed window on - to the ancient lichen-tinted court of the old college. A Gothic arched - door led to a worn stone staircase. On the ground floor was the tutor’s - room. Above were three students, one on each story. It was already - twilight when we reached the scene of our problem. Holmes halted and - looked earnestly at the window. Then he approached it, and, standing on - tiptoe with his neck craned, he looked into the room. - </p> - <p> - “He must have entered through the door. There is no opening except the one - pane,” said our learned guide. - </p> - <p> - “Dear me!” said Holmes, and he smiled in a singular way as he glanced at - our companion. “Well, if there is nothing to be learned here, we had best - go inside.” - </p> - <p> - The lecturer unlocked the outer door and ushered us into his room. We - stood at the entrance while Holmes made an examination of the carpet. - </p> - <p> - “I am afraid there are no signs here,” said he. “One could hardly hope for - any upon so dry a day. Your servant seems to have quite recovered. You - left him in a chair, you say. Which chair?” - </p> - <p> - “By the window there.” - </p> - <p> - “I see. Near this little table. You can come in now. I have finished with - the carpet. Let us take the little table first. Of course, what has - happened is very clear. The man entered and took the papers, sheet by - sheet, from the central table. He carried them over to the window table, - because from there he could see if you came across the courtyard, and so - could effect an escape.” - </p> - <p> - “As a matter of fact, he could not,” said Soames, “for I entered by the - side door.” - </p> - <p> - “Ah, that’s good! Well, anyhow, that was in his mind. Let me see the three - strips. No finger impressions—no! Well, he carried over this one - first, and he copied it. How long would it take him to do that, using - every possible contraction? A quarter of an hour, not less. Then he tossed - it down and seized the next. He was in the midst of that when your return - caused him to make a very hurried retreat—<i>very</i> hurried, since he had - not time to replace the papers which would tell you that he had been - there. You were not aware of any hurrying feet on the stair as you entered - the outer door?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I can’t say I was.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, he wrote so furiously that he broke his pencil, and had, as you - observe, to sharpen it again. This is of interest, Watson. The pencil was - not an ordinary one. It was above the usual size, with a soft lead, the - outer colour was dark blue, the maker’s name was printed in silver - lettering, and the piece remaining is only about an inch and a half long. - Look for such a pencil, Mr. Soames, and you have got your man. When I add - that he possesses a large and very blunt knife, you have an additional - aid.” - </p> - <p> - Mr. Soames was somewhat overwhelmed by this flood of information. “I can - follow the other points,” said he, “but really, in this matter of the - length——” - </p> - <p> - Holmes held out a small chip with the letters NN and a space of clear wood - after them. - </p> - <p> - “You see?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I fear that even now——” - </p> - <p> - “Watson, I have always done you an injustice. There are others. What could - this NN be? It is at the end of a word. You are aware that Johann Faber is - the most common maker’s name. Is it not clear that there is just as much - of the pencil left as usually follows the Johann?” He held the small table - sideways to the electric light. “I was hoping that if the paper on which - he wrote was thin, some trace of it might come through upon this polished - surface. No, I see nothing. I don’t think there is anything more to be - learned here. Now for the central table. This small pellet is, I presume, - the black, doughy mass you spoke of. Roughly pyramidal in shape and - hollowed out, I perceive. As you say, there appear to be grains of sawdust - in it. Dear me, this is very interesting. And the cut—a positive - tear, I see. It began with a thin scratch and ended in a jagged hole. I am - much indebted to you for directing my attention to this case, Mr. Soames. - Where does that door lead to?” - </p> - <p> - “To my bedroom.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you been in it since your adventure?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I came straight away for you.” - </p> - <p> - “I should like to have a glance round. What a charming, old-fashioned - room! Perhaps you will kindly wait a minute, until I have examined the - floor. No, I see nothing. What about this curtain? You hang your clothes - behind it. If anyone were forced to conceal himself in this room he must - do it there, since the bed is too low and the wardrobe too shallow. No one - there, I suppose?” - </p> - <p> - As Holmes drew the curtain I was aware, from some little rigidity and - alertness of his attitude, that he was prepared for an emergency. As a - matter of fact, the drawn curtain disclosed nothing but three or four - suits of clothes hanging from a line of pegs. Holmes turned away, and - stooped suddenly to the floor. - </p> - <p> - “Halloa! What’s this?” said he. - </p> - <p> - It was a small pyramid of black, putty-like stuff, exactly like the one - upon the table of the study. Holmes held it out on his open palm in the - glare of the electric light. - </p> - <p> - “Your visitor seems to have left traces in your bedroom as well as in your - sitting-room, Mr. Soames.” - </p> - <p> - “What could he have wanted there?” - </p> - <p> - “I think it is clear enough. You came back by an unexpected way, and so he - had no warning until you were at the very door. What could he do? He - caught up everything which would betray him, and he rushed into your - bedroom to conceal himself.” - </p> - <p> - “Good gracious, Mr. Holmes, do you mean to tell me that, all the time I - was talking to Bannister in this room, we had the man prisoner if we had - only known it?” - </p> - <p> - “So I read it.” - </p> - <p> - “Surely there is another alternative, Mr. Holmes. I don’t know whether you - observed my bedroom window?” - </p> - <p> - “Lattice-paned, lead framework, three separate windows, one swinging on - hinge, and large enough to admit a man.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. And it looks out on an angle of the courtyard so as to be partly - invisible. The man might have effected his entrance there, left traces as - he passed through the bedroom, and finally, finding the door open, have - escaped that way.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes shook his head impatiently. - </p> - <p> - “Let us be practical,” said he. “I understand you to say that there are - three students who use this stair, and are in the habit of passing your - door?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, there are.” - </p> - <p> - “And they are all in for this examination?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you any reason to suspect any one of them more than the others?” - </p> - <p> - Soames hesitated. - </p> - <p> - “It is a very delicate question,” said he. “One hardly likes to throw - suspicion where there are no proofs.” - </p> - <p> - “Let us hear the suspicions. I will look after the proofs.” - </p> - <p> - “I will tell you, then, in a few words the character of the three men who - inhabit these rooms. The lower of the three is Gilchrist, a fine scholar - and athlete, plays in the Rugby team and the cricket team for the college, - and got his Blue for the hurdles and the long jump. He is a fine, manly - fellow. His father was the notorious Sir Jabez Gilchrist, who ruined - himself on the turf. My scholar has been left very poor, but he is - hard-working and industrious. He will do well. - </p> - <p> - “The second floor is inhabited by Daulat Ras, the Indian. He is a quiet, - inscrutable fellow; as most of those Indians are. He is well up in his - work, though his Greek is his weak subject. He is steady and methodical. - </p> - <p> - “The top floor belongs to Miles McLaren. He is a brilliant fellow when he - chooses to work—one of the brightest intellects of the university; - but he is wayward, dissipated, and unprincipled. He was nearly expelled - over a card scandal in his first year. He has been idling all this term, - and he must look forward with dread to the examination.” - </p> - <p> - “Then it is he whom you suspect?” - </p> - <p> - “I dare not go so far as that. But, of the three, he is perhaps the least - unlikely.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. Now, Mr. Soames, let us have a look at your servant, Bannister.” - </p> - <p> - He was a little, white-faced, clean-shaven, grizzly-haired fellow of - fifty. He was still suffering from this sudden disturbance of the quiet - routine of his life. His plump face was twitching with his nervousness, - and his fingers could not keep still. - </p> - <p> - “We are investigating this unhappy business, Bannister,” said his master. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “I understand,” said Holmes, “that you left your key in the door?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Was it not very extraordinary that you should do this on the very day - when there were these papers inside?” - </p> - <p> - “It was most unfortunate, sir. But I have occasionally done the same thing - at other times.” - </p> - <p> - “When did you enter the room?” - </p> - <p> - “It was about half-past four. That is Mr. Soames’ tea time.” - </p> - <p> - “How long did you stay?” - </p> - <p> - “When I saw that he was absent, I withdrew at once.” - </p> - <p> - “Did you look at these papers on the table?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir—certainly not.” - </p> - <p> - “How came you to leave the key in the door?” - </p> - <p> - “I had the tea-tray in my hand. I thought I would come back for the key. - Then I forgot.” - </p> - <p> - “Has the outer door a spring lock?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Then it was open all the time?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Anyone in the room could get out?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “When Mr. Soames returned and called for you, you were very much - disturbed?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir. Such a thing has never happened during the many years that I - have been here. I nearly fainted, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “So I understand. Where were you when you began to feel bad?” - </p> - <p> - “Where was I, sir? Why, here, near the door.” - </p> - <p> - “That is singular, because you sat down in that chair over yonder near the - corner. Why did you pass these other chairs?” - </p> - <p> - “I don’t know, sir, it didn’t matter to me where I sat.” - </p> - <p> - “I really don’t think he knew much about it, Mr. Holmes. He was looking - very bad—quite ghastly.” - </p> - <p> - “You stayed here when your master left?” - </p> - <p> - “Only for a minute or so. Then I locked the door and went to my room.” - </p> - <p> - “Whom do you suspect?” - </p> - <p> - “Oh, I would not venture to say, sir. I don’t believe there is any - gentleman in this university who is capable of profiting by such an - action. No, sir, I’ll not believe it.” - </p> - <p> - “Thank you, that will do,” said Holmes. “Oh, one more word. You have not - mentioned to any of the three gentlemen whom you attend that anything is - amiss?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir—not a word.” - </p> - <p> - “You haven’t seen any of them?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Very good. Now, Mr. Soames, we will take a walk in the quadrangle, if you - please.” - </p> - <p> - Three yellow squares of light shone above us in the gathering gloom. - </p> - <p> - “Your three birds are all in their nests,” said Holmes, looking up. - “Halloa! What’s that? One of them seems restless enough.” - </p> - <p> - It was the Indian, whose dark silhouette appeared suddenly upon his blind. - He was pacing swiftly up and down his room. - </p> - <p> - “I should like to have a peep at each of them,” said Holmes. “Is it - possible?” - </p> - <p> - “No difficulty in the world,” Soames answered. “This set of rooms is quite - the oldest in the college, and it is not unusual for visitors to go over - them. Come along, and I will personally conduct you.” - </p> - <p> - “No names, please!” said Holmes, as we knocked at Gilchrist’s door. A - tall, flaxen-haired, slim young fellow opened it, and made us welcome when - he understood our errand. There were some really curious pieces of - mediæval domestic architecture within. Holmes was so charmed with one of - them that he insisted on drawing it in his notebook, broke his pencil, had - to borrow one from our host and finally borrowed a knife to sharpen his - own. The same curious accident happened to him in the rooms of the Indian—a - silent, little, hook-nosed fellow, who eyed us askance, and was obviously - glad when Holmes’s architectural studies had come to an end. I could not - see that in either case Holmes had come upon the clue for which he was - searching. Only at the third did our visit prove abortive. The outer door - would not open to our knock, and nothing more substantial than a torrent - of bad language came from behind it. “I don’t care who you are. You can go - to blazes!” roared the angry voice. “Tomorrow’s the exam, and I won’t be - drawn by anyone.” - </p> - <p> - “A rude fellow,” said our guide, flushing with anger as we withdrew down - the stair. “Of course, he did not realize that it was I who was knocking, - but none the less his conduct was very uncourteous, and, indeed, under the - circumstances rather suspicious.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes’s response was a curious one. - </p> - <p> - “Can you tell me his exact height?” he asked. - </p> - <p> - “Really, Mr. Holmes, I cannot undertake to say. He is taller than the - Indian, not so tall as Gilchrist. I suppose five foot six would be about - it.” - </p> - <p> - “That is very important,” said Holmes. “And now, Mr. Soames, I wish you - good-night.” - </p> - <p> - Our guide cried aloud in his astonishment and dismay. “Good gracious, Mr. - Holmes, you are surely not going to leave me in this abrupt fashion! You - don’t seem to realize the position. To-morrow is the examination. I must - take some definite action to-night. I cannot allow the examination to be - held if one of the papers has been tampered with. The situation must be - faced.” - </p> - <p> - “You must leave it as it is. I shall drop round early to-morrow morning - and chat the matter over. It is possible that I may be in a position then - to indicate some course of action. Meanwhile, you change nothing—nothing - at all.” - </p> - <p> - “Very good, Mr. Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “You can be perfectly easy in your mind. We shall certainly find some way - out of your difficulties. I will take the black clay with me, also the - pencil cuttings. Good-bye.” - </p> - <p> - When we were out in the darkness of the quadrangle, we again looked up at - the windows. The Indian still paced his room. The others were invisible. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Watson, what do you think of it?” Holmes asked, as we came out into - the main street. “Quite a little parlour game—sort of three-card - trick, is it not? There are your three men. It must be one of them. You - take your choice. Which is yours?” - </p> - <p> - “The foul-mouthed fellow at the top. He is the one with the worst record. - And yet that Indian was a sly fellow also. Why should he be pacing his - room all the time?” - </p> - <p> - “There is nothing in that. Many men do it when they are trying to learn - anything by heart.” - </p> - <p> - “He looked at us in a queer way.” - </p> - <p> - “So would you, if a flock of strangers came in on you when you were - preparing for an examination next day, and every moment was of value. No, - I see nothing in that. Pencils, too, and knives—all was - satisfactory. But that fellow <i>does</i> puzzle me.” - </p> - <p> - “Who?” - </p> - <p> - “Why, Bannister, the servant. What’s his game in the matter?” - </p> - <p> - “He impressed me as being a perfectly honest man.” - </p> - <p> - “So he did me. That’s the puzzling part. Why should a perfectly honest man—well, - well, here’s a large stationer’s. We shall begin our researches here.” - </p> - <p> - There were only four stationers of any consequences in the town, and at - each Holmes produced his pencil chips, and bid high for a duplicate. All - were agreed that one could be ordered, but that it was not a usual size of - pencil and that it was seldom kept in stock. My friend did not appear to - be depressed by his failure, but shrugged his shoulders in half-humorous - resignation. - </p> - <p> - “No good, my dear Watson. This, the best and only final clue, has run to - nothing. But, indeed, I have little doubt that we can build up a - sufficient case without it. By Jove! my dear fellow, it is nearly nine, - and the landlady babbled of green peas at seven-thirty. What with your - eternal tobacco, Watson, and your irregularity at meals, I expect that you - will get notice to quit, and that I shall share your downfall—not, - however, before we have solved the problem of the nervous tutor, the - careless servant, and the three enterprising students.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - Holmes made no further allusion to the matter that day, though he sat lost - in thought for a long time after our belated dinner. At eight in the - morning, he came into my room just as I finished my toilet. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Watson,” said he, “it is time we went down to St. Luke’s. Can you - do without breakfast?” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly.” - </p> - <p> - “Soames will be in a dreadful fidget until we are able to tell him - something positive.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you anything positive to tell him?” - </p> - <p> - “I think so.” - </p> - <p> - “You have formed a conclusion?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, my dear Watson, I have solved the mystery.” - </p> - <p> - “But what fresh evidence could you have got?” - </p> - <p> - “Aha! It is not for nothing that I have turned myself out of bed at the - untimely hour of six. I have put in two hours’ hard work and covered at - least five miles, with something to show for it. Look at that!” - </p> - <p> - He held out his hand. On the palm were three little pyramids of black, - doughy clay. - </p> - <p> - “Why, Holmes, you had only two yesterday.” - </p> - <p> - “And one more this morning. It is a fair argument that wherever No. 3 came - from is also the source of Nos. 1 and 2. Eh, Watson? Well, come along and - put friend Soames out of his pain.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - The unfortunate tutor was certainly in a state of pitiable agitation when - we found him in his chambers. In a few hours the examination would - commence, and he was still in the dilemma between making the facts public - and allowing the culprit to compete for the valuable scholarship. He could - hardly stand still so great was his mental agitation, and he ran towards - Holmes with two eager hands outstretched. - </p> - <p> - “Thank heaven that you have come! I feared that you had given it up in - despair. What am I to do? Shall the examination proceed?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, let it proceed, by all means.” - </p> - <p> - “But this rascal?—” - </p> - <p> - “He shall not compete.” - </p> - <p> - “You know him?” - </p> - <p> - “I think so. If this matter is not to become public, we must give - ourselves certain powers and resolve ourselves into a small private - court-martial. You there, if you please, Soames! Watson, you here! I’ll - take the armchair in the middle. I think that we are now sufficiently - imposing to strike terror into a guilty breast. Kindly ring the bell!” - </p> - <p> - Bannister entered, and shrank back in evident surprise and fear at our - judicial appearance. - </p> - <p> - “You will kindly close the door,” said Holmes. “Now, Bannister, will you - please tell us the truth about yesterday’s incident?” - </p> - <p> - The man turned white to the roots of his hair. - </p> - <p> - “I have told you everything, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Nothing to add?” - </p> - <p> - “Nothing at all, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, then, I must make some suggestions to you. When you sat down on - that chair yesterday, did you do so in order to conceal some object which - would have shown who had been in the room?” - </p> - <p> - Bannister’s face was ghastly. - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, certainly not.” - </p> - <p> - “It is only a suggestion,” said Holmes, suavely. “I frankly admit that I - am unable to prove it. But it seems probable enough, since the moment that - Mr. Soames’s back was turned, you released the man who was hiding in that - bedroom.” - </p> - <p> - Bannister licked his dry lips. - </p> - <p> - “There was no man, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Ah, that’s a pity, Bannister. Up to now you may have spoken the truth, - but now I know that you have lied.” - </p> - <p> - The man’s face set in sullen defiance. - </p> - <p> - “There was no man, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Come, come, Bannister!” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, there was no one.” - </p> - <p> - “In that case, you can give us no further information. Would you please - remain in the room? Stand over there near the bedroom door. Now, Soames, I - am going to ask you to have the great kindness to go up to the room of - young Gilchrist, and to ask him to step down into yours.” - </p> - <p> - An instant later the tutor returned, bringing with him the student. He was - a fine figure of a man, tall, lithe, and agile, with a springy step and a - pleasant, open face. His troubled blue eyes glanced at each of us, and - finally rested with an expression of blank dismay upon Bannister in the - farther corner. - </p> - <p> - “Just close the door,” said Holmes. “Now, Mr. Gilchrist, we are all quite - alone here, and no one need ever know one word of what passes between us. - We can be perfectly frank with each other. We want to know, Mr. Gilchrist, - how you, an honourable man, ever came to commit such an action as that of - yesterday?” - </p> - <p> - The unfortunate young man staggered back, and cast a look full of horror - and reproach at Bannister. - </p> - <p> - “No, no, Mr. Gilchrist, sir, I never said a word—never one word!” - cried the servant. - </p> - <p> - “No, but you have now,” said Holmes. “Now, sir, you must see that after - Bannister’s words your position is hopeless, and that your only chance - lies in a frank confession.” - </p> - <p> - For a moment Gilchrist, with upraised hand, tried to control his writhing - features. The next he had thrown himself on his knees beside the table, - and burying his face in his hands, he had burst into a storm of passionate - sobbing. - </p> - <p> - “Come, come,” said Holmes, kindly, “it is human to err, and at least no - one can accuse you of being a callous criminal. Perhaps it would be easier - for you if I were to tell Mr. Soames what occurred, and you can check me - where I am wrong. Shall I do so? Well, well, don’t trouble to answer. - Listen, and see that I do you no injustice. - </p> - <p> - “From the moment, Mr. Soames, that you said to me that no one, not even - Bannister, could have told that the papers were in your room, the case - began to take a definite shape in my mind. The printer one could, of - course, dismiss. He could examine the papers in his own office. The Indian - I also thought nothing of. If the proofs were in a roll, he could not - possibly know what they were. On the other hand, it seemed an unthinkable - coincidence that a man should dare to enter the room, and that by chance - on that very day the papers were on the table. I dismissed that. The man - who entered knew that the papers were there. How did he know? - </p> - <p> - “When I approached your room, I examined the window. You amused me by - supposing that I was contemplating the possibility of someone having in - broad daylight, under the eyes of all these opposite rooms, forced himself - through it. Such an idea was absurd. I was measuring how tall a man would - need to be in order to see, as he passed, what papers were on the central - table. I am six feet high, and I could do it with an effort. No one less - than that would have a chance. Already you see I had reason to think that, - if one of your three students was a man of unusual height, he was the most - worth watching of the three. - </p> - <p> - “I entered, and I took you into my confidence as to the suggestions of the - side table. Of the centre table I could make nothing, until in your - description of Gilchrist you mentioned that he was a long-distance jumper. - Then the whole thing came to me in an instant, and I only needed certain - corroborative proofs, which I speedily obtained. - </p> - <p> - “What happened was this. This young fellow had employed his - afternoon at the athletic grounds, where he had been practising the jump. - He returned carrying his jumping-shoes, which are provided, as you are - aware, with several sharp spikes. As he passed your window he saw, by - means of his great height, these proofs upon your table, and conjectured - what they were. No harm would have been done had it not been that, as he - passed your door, he perceived the key which had been left by the - carelessness of your servant. A sudden impulse came over him to enter, - and see if they were indeed the proofs. It was not a dangerous exploit - for he could always pretend that he had simply looked in to ask a - question. - </p> - <p> - “Well, when he saw that they were indeed the proofs, it was then that he - yielded to temptation. He put his shoes on the table. What was it you put - on that chair near the window?” - </p> - <p> - “Gloves,” said the young man. - </p> - <p> - Holmes looked triumphantly at Bannister. “He put his gloves on the chair, - and he took the proofs, sheet by sheet, to copy them. He thought the tutor - must return by the main gate and that he would see him. As we know, he - came back by the side gate. Suddenly he heard him at the very door. There - was no possible escape. He forgot his gloves but he caught up his shoes - and darted into the bedroom. You observe that the scratch on that table is - slight at one side, but deepens in the direction of the bedroom door. That - in itself is enough to show us that the shoe had been drawn in that - direction, and that the culprit had taken refuge there. The earth round - the spike had been left on the table, and a second sample was loosened and - fell in the bedroom. I may add that I walked out to the athletic grounds - this morning, saw that tenacious black clay is used in the jumping-pit and - carried away a specimen of it, together with some of the fine tan or - sawdust which is strewn over it to prevent the athlete from slipping. Have - I told the truth, Mr. Gilchrist?” - </p> - <p> - The student had drawn himself erect. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, it is true,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “Good heavens! have you nothing to add?” cried Soames. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, I have, but the shock of this disgraceful exposure has - bewildered me. I have a letter here, Mr. Soames, which I wrote to you - early this morning in the middle of a restless night. It was before I knew - that my sin had found me out. Here it is, sir. You will see that I have - said, ‘I have determined not to go in for the examination. I have been - offered a commission in the Rhodesian Police, and I am going out to South - Africa at once.’” - </p> - <p> - “I am indeed pleased to hear that you did not intend to profit by your - unfair advantage,” said Soames. “But why did you change your purpose?” - </p> - <p> - Gilchrist pointed to Bannister. - </p> - <p> - “There is the man who set me in the right path,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “Come now, Bannister,” said Holmes. “It will be clear to you, from what I - have said, that only you could have let this young man out, since you were - left in the room, and must have locked the door when you went out. As to - his escaping by that window, it was incredible. Can you not clear up the - last point in this mystery, and tell us the reasons for your action?” - </p> - <p> - “It was simple enough, sir, if you only had known, but, with all your - cleverness, it was impossible that you could know. Time was, sir, when I - was butler to old Sir Jabez Gilchrist, this young gentleman’s father. When - he was ruined I came to the college as servant, but I never forgot my old - employer because he was down in the world. I watched his son all I could - for the sake of the old days. Well, sir, when I came into this room - yesterday, when the alarm was given, the very first thing I saw was Mr. - Gilchrist’s tan gloves a-lying in that chair. I knew those gloves well, - and I understood their message. If Mr. Soames saw them, the game was up. I - flopped down into that chair, and nothing would budge me until Mr. Soames - he went for you. Then out came my poor young master, whom I had dandled on - my knee, and confessed it all to me. Wasn’t it natural, sir, that I should - save him, and wasn’t it natural also that I should try to speak to him as - his dead father would have done, and make him understand that he could not - profit by such a deed? Could you blame me, sir?” - </p> - <p> - “No, indeed,” said Holmes, heartily, springing to his feet. “Well, Soames, - I think we have cleared your little problem up, and our breakfast awaits - us at home. Come, Watson! As to you, sir, I trust that a bright future - awaits you in Rhodesia. For once you have fallen low. Let us see, in the - future, how high you can rise.” - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap10"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE GOLDEN PINCE-NEZ</h2> - - <p> - When I look at the three massive manuscript volumes which contain our work - for the year 1894, I confess that it is very difficult for me, out of such - a wealth of material, to select the cases which are most interesting in - themselves, and at the same time most conducive to a display of those - peculiar powers for which my friend was famous. As I turn over the pages, - I see my notes upon the repulsive story of the red leech and the terrible - death of Crosby, the banker. Here also I find an account of the Addleton - tragedy, and the singular contents of the ancient British barrow. The - famous Smith-Mortimer succession case comes also within this period, and - so does the tracking and arrest of Huret, the Boulevard assassin—an - exploit which won for Holmes an autograph letter of thanks from the French - President and the Order of the Legion of Honour. Each of these would - furnish a narrative, but on the whole I am of opinion that none of them - unites so many singular points of interest as the episode of Yoxley Old - Place, which includes not only the lamentable death of young Willoughby - Smith, but also those subsequent developments which threw so curious a - light upon the causes of the crime. - </p> - <p> - It was a wild, tempestuous night, towards the close of November. Holmes - and I sat together in silence all the evening, he engaged with a powerful - lens deciphering the remains of the original inscription upon a - palimpsest, I deep in a recent treatise upon surgery. Outside the wind - howled down Baker Street, while the rain beat fiercely against the - windows. It was strange there, in the very depths of the town, with ten - miles of man’s handiwork on every side of us, to feel the iron grip of - Nature, and to be conscious that to the huge elemental forces all London - was no more than the molehills that dot the fields. I walked to the - window, and looked out on the deserted street. The occasional lamps - gleamed on the expanse of muddy road and shining pavement. A single cab - was splashing its way from the Oxford Street end. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Watson, it’s as well we have not to turn out to-night,” said - Holmes, laying aside his lens and rolling up the palimpsest. “I’ve done - enough for one sitting. It is trying work for the eyes. So far as I can - make out, it is nothing more exciting than an Abbey’s accounts dating from - the second half of the fifteenth century. Halloa! halloa! halloa! What’s - this?” - </p> - <p> - Amid the droning of the wind there had come the stamping of a horse’s - hoofs, and the long grind of a wheel as it rasped against the curb. The - cab which I had seen had pulled up at our door. - </p> - <p> - “What can he want?” I ejaculated, as a man stepped out of it. - </p> - <p> - “Want? He wants us. And we, my poor Watson, want overcoats and cravats and - goloshes, and every aid that man ever invented to fight the weather. Wait - a bit, though! There’s the cab off again! There’s hope yet. He’d have kept - it if he had wanted us to come. Run down, my dear fellow, and open the - door, for all virtuous folk have been long in bed.” - </p> - <p> - When the light of the hall lamp fell upon our midnight visitor, I had no - difficulty in recognizing him. It was young Stanley Hopkins, a promising - detective, in whose career Holmes had several times shown a very practical - interest. - </p> - <p> - “Is he in?” he asked, eagerly. - </p> - <p> - “Come up, my dear sir,” said Holmes’s voice from above. “I hope you have - no designs upon us such a night as this.” - </p> - <p> - The detective mounted the stairs, and our lamp gleamed upon his shining - waterproof. I helped him out of it, while Holmes knocked a blaze out of - the logs in the grate. - </p> - <p> - “Now, my dear Hopkins, draw up and warm your toes,” said he. “Here’s a - cigar, and the doctor has a prescription containing hot water and a lemon, - which is good medicine on a night like this. It must be something - important which has brought you out in such a gale.” - </p> - <p> - “It is indeed, Mr. Holmes. I’ve had a bustling afternoon, I promise you. - Did you see anything of the Yoxley case in the latest editions?” - </p> - <p> - “I’ve seen nothing later than the fifteenth century to-day.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, it was only a paragraph, and all wrong at that, so you have not - missed anything. I haven’t let the grass grow under my feet. It’s down in - Kent, seven miles from Chatham and three from the railway line. I was - wired for at 3:15, reached Yoxley Old Place at 5, conducted my - investigation, was back at Charing Cross by the last train, and straight - to you by cab.” - </p> - <p> - “Which means, I suppose, that you are not quite clear about your case?” - </p> - <p> - “It means that I can make neither head nor tail of it. So far as I can - see, it is just as tangled a business as ever I handled, and yet at first - it seemed so simple that one couldn’t go wrong. There’s no motive, Mr. - Holmes. That’s what bothers me—I can’t put my hand on a motive. - Here’s a man dead—there’s no denying that—but, so far as I can - see, no reason on earth why anyone should wish him harm.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes lit his cigar and leaned back in his chair. - </p> - <p> - “Let us hear about it,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “I’ve got my facts pretty clear,” said Stanley Hopkins. “All I want now is - to know what they all mean. The story, so far as I can make it out, is - like this. Some years ago this country house, Yoxley Old Place, was taken - by an elderly man, who gave the name of Professor Coram. He was an - invalid, keeping his bed half the time, and the other half hobbling round - the house with a stick or being pushed about the grounds by the gardener - in a Bath chair. He was well liked by the few neighbours who called upon - him, and he has the reputation down there of being a very learned man. His - household used to consist of an elderly housekeeper, Mrs. Marker, and of a - maid, Susan Tarlton. These have both been with him since his arrival, and - they seem to be women of excellent character. The professor is writing a - learned book, and he found it necessary, about a year ago, to engage a - secretary. The first two that he tried were not successes, but the third, - Mr. Willoughby Smith, a very young man straight from the university, seems - to have been just what his employer wanted. His work consisted in writing - all the morning to the professor’s dictation, and he usually spent the - evening in hunting up references and passages which bore upon the next - day’s work. This Willoughby Smith has nothing against him, either as a boy - at Uppingham or as a young man at Cambridge. I have seen his testimonials, - and from the first he was a decent, quiet, hard-working fellow, with no - weak spot in him at all. And yet this is the lad who has met his death - this morning in the professor’s study under circumstances which can point - only to murder.” - </p> - <p> - The wind howled and screamed at the windows. Holmes and I drew closer to - the fire, while the young inspector slowly and point by point developed - his singular narrative. - </p> - <p> - “If you were to search all England,” said he, “I don’t suppose you could - find a household more self-contained or freer from outside influences. - Whole weeks would pass, and not one of them go past the garden gate. The - professor was buried in his work and existed for nothing else. Young Smith - knew nobody in the neighbourhood, and lived very much as his employer did. - The two women had nothing to take them from the house. Mortimer, the - gardener, who wheels the Bath chair, is an army pensioner—an old - Crimean man of excellent character. He does not live in the house, but in - a three-roomed cottage at the other end of the garden. Those are the only - people that you would find within the grounds of Yoxley Old Place. At the - same time, the gate of the garden is a hundred yards from the main London - to Chatham road. It opens with a latch, and there is nothing to prevent - anyone from walking in. - </p> - <p> - “Now I will give you the evidence of Susan Tarlton, who is the only person - who can say anything positive about the matter. It was in the forenoon, - between eleven and twelve. She was engaged at the moment in hanging some - curtains in the upstairs front bedroom. Professor Coram was still in bed, - for when the weather is bad he seldom rises before midday. The housekeeper - was busied with some work in the back of the house. Willoughby Smith had - been in his bedroom, which he uses as a sitting-room, but the maid heard - him at that moment pass along the passage and descend to the study - immediately below her. She did not see him, but she says that she could - not be mistaken in his quick, firm tread. She did not hear the study door - close, but a minute or so later there was a dreadful cry in the room - below. It was a wild, hoarse scream, so strange and unnatural that it - might have come either from a man or a woman. At the same instant there - was a heavy thud, which shook the old house, and then all was silence. The - maid stood petrified for a moment, and then, recovering her courage, she - ran downstairs. The study door was shut and she opened it. Inside, young - Mr. Willoughby Smith was stretched upon the floor. At first she could see - no injury, but as she tried to raise him she saw that blood was pouring - from the underside of his neck. It was pierced by a very small but very - deep wound, which had divided the carotid artery. The instrument with - which the injury had been inflicted lay upon the carpet beside him. It was - one of those small sealing-wax knives to be found on old-fashioned - writing-tables, with an ivory handle and a stiff blade. It was part of the - fittings of the professor’s own desk. - </p> - <p> - “At first the maid thought that young Smith was already dead, but on - pouring some water from the carafe over his forehead he opened his eyes - for an instant. ‘The professor,’ he murmured—‘it was she.’ The maid - is prepared to swear that those were the exact words. He tried desperately - to say something else, and he held his right hand up in the air. Then he - fell back dead. - </p> - <p> - “In the meantime the housekeeper had also arrived upon the scene, but she - was just too late to catch the young man’s dying words. Leaving Susan with - the body, she hurried to the professor’s room. He was sitting up in bed, - horribly agitated, for he had heard enough to convince him that something - terrible had occurred. Mrs. Marker is prepared to swear that the professor - was still in his night-clothes, and indeed it was impossible for him to - dress without the help of Mortimer, whose orders were to come at twelve - o’clock. The professor declares that he heard the distant cry, but that he - knows nothing more. He can give no explanation of the young man’s last - words, ‘The professor—it was she,’ but imagines that they were the - outcome of delirium. He believes that Willoughby Smith had not an enemy in - the world, and can give no reason for the crime. His first action was to - send Mortimer, the gardener, for the local police. A little later the - chief constable sent for me. Nothing was moved before I got there, and - strict orders were given that no one should walk upon the paths leading to - the house. It was a splendid chance of putting your theories into - practice, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. There was really nothing wanting.” - </p> - <p> - “Except Mr. Sherlock Holmes,” said my companion, with a somewhat bitter - smile. “Well, let us hear about it. What sort of a job did you make of - it?” - </p> - <p> - “I must ask you first, Mr. Holmes, to glance at this rough plan, which - will give you a general idea of the position of the professor’s study and - the various points of the case. It will help you in following my - investigation.” - </p> - <p> - He unfolded the rough chart, which I here reproduce, and he laid it - across Holmes’s knee. I rose and, standing behind Holmes, studied - it over his shoulder. - </p> - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img10.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="Professor's-Study"> - </div> - <p> - “It is very rough, of course, and it only deals with the points which seem - to me to be essential. All the rest you will see later for yourself. Now, - first of all, presuming that the assassin entered the house, how did he or - she come in? Undoubtedly by the garden path and the back door, from which - there is direct access to the study. Any other way would have been - exceedingly complicated. The escape must have also been made along that - line, for of the two other exits from the room one was blocked by Susan as - she ran downstairs and the other leads straight to the professor’s - bedroom. I therefore directed my attention at once to the garden path, - which was saturated with recent rain, and would certainly show any - footmarks. - </p> - <p> - “My examination showed me that I was dealing with a cautious and expert - criminal. No footmarks were to be found on the path. There could be no - question, however, that someone had passed along the grass border which - lines the path, and that he had done so in order to avoid leaving a track. - I could not find anything in the nature of a distinct impression, but the - grass was trodden down, and someone had undoubtedly passed. It could only - have been the murderer, since neither the gardener nor anyone else had - been there that morning, and the rain had only begun during the night.” - </p> - <p> - “One moment,” said Holmes. “Where does this path lead to?” - </p> - <p> - “To the road.” - </p> - <p> - “How long is it?” - </p> - <p> - “A hundred yards or so.” - </p> - <p> - “At the point where the path passes through the gate, you could surely - pick up the tracks?” - </p> - <p> - “Unfortunately, the path was tiled at that point.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, on the road itself?” - </p> - <p> - “No, it was all trodden into mire.” - </p> - <p> - “Tut-tut! Well, then, these tracks upon the grass, were they coming or - going?” - </p> - <p> - “It was impossible to say. There was never any outline.” - </p> - <p> - “A large foot or a small?” - </p> - <p> - “You could not distinguish.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes gave an ejaculation of impatience. - </p> - <p> - “It has been pouring rain and blowing a hurricane ever since,” said he. - “It will be harder to read now than that palimpsest. Well, well, it can’t - be helped. What did you do, Hopkins, after you had made certain that you - had made certain of nothing?” - </p> - <p> - “I think I made certain of a good deal, Mr. Holmes. I knew that someone - had entered the house cautiously from without. I next examined the - corridor. It is lined with cocoanut matting and had taken no impression of - any kind. This brought me into the study itself. It is a scantily - furnished room. The main article is a large writing-table with a fixed - bureau. This bureau consists of a double column of drawers, with a central - small cupboard between them. The drawers were open, the cupboard locked. - The drawers, it seems, were always open, and nothing of value was kept in - them. There were some papers of importance in the cupboard, but there were - no signs that this had been tampered with, and the professor assures me - that nothing was missing. It is certain that no robbery has been - committed. - </p> - <p> - “I come now to the body of the young man. It was found near the bureau, - and just to the left of it, as marked upon that chart. The stab was on the - right side of the neck and from behind forward, so that it is almost - impossible that it could have been self-inflicted.” - </p> - <p> - “Unless he fell upon the knife,” said Holmes. - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. The idea crossed my mind. But we found the knife some feet away - from the body, so that seems impossible. Then, of course, there are the - man’s own dying words. And, finally, there was this very important piece - of evidence which was found clasped in the dead man’s right hand.” - </p> - <p> - From his pocket Stanley Hopkins drew a small paper packet. He unfolded it - and disclosed a golden pince-nez, with two broken ends of black silk cord - dangling from the end of it. “Willoughby Smith had excellent sight,” he - added. “There can be no question that this was snatched from the face or - the person of the assassin.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes took the glasses into his hand, and examined them with the - utmost attention and interest. He held them on his nose, endeavoured to - read through them, went to the window and stared up the street with them, - looked at them most minutely in the full light of the lamp, and finally, - with a chuckle, seated himself at the table and wrote a few lines upon a - sheet of paper, which he tossed across to Stanley Hopkins. - </p> - <p> - “That’s the best I can do for you,” said he. “It may prove to be of some - use.” - </p> - <p> - The astonished detective read the note aloud. It ran as follows: - </p> - <p class="letter"> - “Wanted, a woman of good address, attired like a lady. She has a - remarkably thick nose, with eyes which are set close upon either side of - it. She has a puckered forehead, a peering expression, and probably - rounded shoulders. There are indications that she has had recourse to an - optician at least twice during the last few months. As her glasses are of - remarkable strength, and as opticians are not very numerous, there should - be no difficulty in tracing her.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes smiled at the astonishment of Hopkins, which must have been - reflected upon my features. “Surely my deductions are simplicity itself,” - said he. “It would be difficult to name any articles which afford a finer - field for inference than a pair of glasses, especially so remarkable a - pair as these. That they belong to a woman I infer from their delicacy, - and also, of course, from the last words of the dying man. As to her being - a person of refinement and well dressed, they are, as you perceive, - handsomely mounted in solid gold, and it is inconceivable that anyone who - wore such glasses could be slatternly in other respects. You will find - that the clips are too wide for your nose, showing that the lady’s nose - was very broad at the base. This sort of nose is usually a short and - coarse one, but there is a sufficient number of exceptions to prevent me - from being dogmatic or from insisting upon this point in my description. - My own face is a narrow one, and yet I find that I cannot get my eyes into - the centre, nor near the centre, of these glasses. Therefore, the lady’s - eyes are set very near to the sides of the nose. You will perceive, - Watson, that the glasses are concave and of unusual strength. A lady whose - vision has been so extremely contracted all her life is sure to have the - physical characteristics of such vision, which are seen in the forehead, - the eyelids, and the shoulders.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes,” I said, “I can follow each of your arguments. I confess, however, - that I am unable to understand how you arrive at the double visit to the - optician.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes took the glasses in his hand. - </p> - <p> - “You will perceive,” he said, “that the clips are lined with tiny bands of - cork to soften the pressure upon the nose. One of these is discoloured and - worn to some slight extent, but the other is new. Evidently one has fallen - off and been replaced. I should judge that the older of them has not been - there more than a few months. They exactly correspond, so I gather that - the lady went back to the same establishment for the second.” - </p> - <p> - “By George, it’s marvellous!” cried Hopkins, in an ecstasy of admiration. - “To think that I had all that evidence in my hand and never knew it! I had - intended, however, to go the round of the London opticians.” - </p> - <p> - “Of course you would. Meanwhile, have you anything more to tell us about - the case?” - </p> - <p> - “Nothing, Mr. Holmes. I think that you know as much as I do now—probably - more. We have had inquiries made as to any stranger seen on the country - roads or at the railway station. We have heard of none. What beats me is - the utter want of all object in the crime. Not a ghost of a motive can - anyone suggest.” - </p> - <p> - “Ah! there I am not in a position to help you. But I suppose you want us - to come out to-morrow?” - </p> - <p> - “If it is not asking too much, Mr. Holmes. There’s a train from Charing - Cross to Chatham at six in the morning, and we should be at Yoxley Old - Place between eight and nine.” - </p> - <p> - “Then we shall take it. Your case has certainly some features of great - interest, and I shall be delighted to look into it. Well, it’s nearly one, - and we had best get a few hours’ sleep. I daresay you can manage all right - on the sofa in front of the fire. I’ll light my spirit lamp, and give you - a cup of coffee before we start.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - The gale had blown itself out next day, but it was a bitter morning when - we started upon our journey. We saw the cold winter sun rise over the - dreary marshes of the Thames and the long, sullen reaches of the river, - which I shall ever associate with our pursuit of the Andaman Islander in - the earlier days of our career. After a long and weary journey, we - alighted at a small station some miles from Chatham. While a horse was - being put into a trap at the local inn, we snatched a hurried breakfast, - and so we were all ready for business when we at last arrived at Yoxley - Old Place. A constable met us at the garden gate. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Wilson, any news?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir—nothing.” - </p> - <p> - “No reports of any stranger seen?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir. Down at the station they are certain that no stranger either - came or went yesterday.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you had inquiries made at inns and lodgings?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir: there is no one that we cannot account for.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, it’s only a reasonable walk to Chatham. Anyone might stay there or - take a train without being observed. This is the garden path of which I - spoke, Mr. Holmes. I’ll pledge my word there was no mark on it yesterday.” - </p> - <p> - “On which side were the marks on the grass?” - </p> - <p> - “This side, sir. This narrow margin of grass between the path and the - flower-bed. I can’t see the traces now, but they were clear to me then.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, yes: someone has passed along,” said Holmes, stooping over the grass - border. “Our lady must have picked her steps carefully, must she not, - since on the one side she would leave a track on the path, and on the - other an even clearer one on the soft bed?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, she must have been a cool hand.” - </p> - <p> - I saw an intent look pass over Holmes’s face. - </p> - <p> - “You say that she must have come back this way?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, there is no other.” - </p> - <p> - “On this strip of grass?” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly, Mr. Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “Hum! It was a very remarkable performance—very remarkable. Well, I - think we have exhausted the path. Let us go farther. This garden door is - usually kept open, I suppose? Then this visitor had nothing to do but to - walk in. The idea of murder was not in her mind, or she would have - provided herself with some sort of weapon, instead of having to pick this - knife off the writing-table. She advanced along this corridor, leaving no - traces upon the cocoanut matting. Then she found herself in this study. - How long was she there? We have no means of judging.” - </p> - <p> - “Not more than a few minutes, sir. I forgot to tell you that Mrs. Marker, - the housekeeper, had been in there tidying not very long before—about - a quarter of an hour, she says.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, that gives us a limit. Our lady enters this room, and what does she - do? She goes over to the writing-table. What for? Not for anything in the - drawers. If there had been anything worth her taking, it would surely have - been locked up. No, it was for something in that wooden bureau. Halloa! - what is that scratch upon the face of it? Just hold a match, Watson. Why - did you not tell me of this, Hopkins?” - </p> - <p> - The mark which he was examining began upon the brass-work on the - right-hand side of the keyhole, and extended for about four inches, where - it had scratched the varnish from the surface. - </p> - <p> - “I noticed it, Mr. Holmes, but you’ll always find scratches round a - keyhole.” - </p> - <p> - “This is recent, quite recent. See how the brass shines where it is cut. - An old scratch would be the same colour as the surface. Look at it through - my lens. There’s the varnish, too, like earth on each side of a furrow. Is - Mrs. Marker there?” - </p> - <p> - A sad-faced, elderly woman came into the room. - </p> - <p> - “Did you dust this bureau yesterday morning?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Did you notice this scratch?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, I did not.” - </p> - <p> - “I am sure you did not, for a duster would have swept away these shreds of - varnish. Who has the key of this bureau?” - </p> - <p> - “The Professor keeps it on his watch-chain.” - </p> - <p> - “Is it a simple key?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, it is a Chubb’s key.” - </p> - <p> - “Very good. Mrs. Marker, you can go. Now we are making a little progress. - Our lady enters the room, advances to the bureau, and either opens it or - tries to do so. While she is thus engaged, young Willoughby Smith enters - the room. In her hurry to withdraw the key, she makes this scratch upon - the door. He seizes her, and she, snatching up the nearest object, which - happens to be this knife, strikes at him in order to make him let go his - hold. The blow is a fatal one. He falls and she escapes, either with or - without the object for which she has come. Is Susan, the maid, there? - Could anyone have got away through that door after the time that you heard - the cry, Susan?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, it is impossible. Before I got down the stair, I’d have seen - anyone in the passage. Besides, the door never opened, or I would have - heard it.” - </p> - <p> - “That settles this exit. Then no doubt the lady went out the way she came. - I understand that this other passage leads only to the professor’s room. - There is no exit that way?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “We shall go down it and make the acquaintance of the professor. Halloa, - Hopkins! this is very important, very important indeed. The professor’s - corridor is also lined with cocoanut matting.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, sir, what of that?” - </p> - <p> - “Don’t you see any bearing upon the case? Well, well. I don’t insist upon - it. No doubt I am wrong. And yet it seems to me to be suggestive. Come - with me and introduce me.” - </p> - <p> - We passed down the passage, which was of the same length as that which led - to the garden. At the end was a short flight of steps ending in a door. - Our guide knocked, and then ushered us into the professor’s bedroom. - </p> - <p> - It was a very large chamber, lined with innumerable volumes, which had - overflowed from the shelves and lay in piles in the corners, or were - stacked all round at the base of the cases. The bed was in the centre of - the room, and in it, propped up with pillows, was the owner of the house. - I have seldom seen a more remarkable-looking person. It was a gaunt, - aquiline face which was turned towards us, with piercing dark eyes, which - lurked in deep hollows under overhung and tufted brows. His hair and beard - were white, save that the latter was curiously stained with yellow around - his mouth. A cigarette glowed amid the tangle of white hair, and the air - of the room was fetid with stale tobacco smoke. As he held out his hand to - Holmes, I perceived that it was also stained with yellow nicotine. - </p> - <p> - “A smoker, Mr. Holmes?” said he, speaking in well-chosen English, with a - curious little mincing accent. “Pray take a cigarette. And you, sir? I can - recommend them, for I have them especially prepared by Ionides, of - Alexandria. He sends me a thousand at a time, and I grieve to say that I - have to arrange for a fresh supply every fortnight. Bad, sir, very bad, - but an old man has few pleasures. Tobacco and my work—that is all - that is left to me.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes had lit a cigarette and was shooting little darting glances all - over the room. - </p> - <p> - “Tobacco and my work, but now only tobacco,” the old man exclaimed. “Alas! - what a fatal interruption! Who could have foreseen such a terrible - catastrophe? So estimable a young man! I assure you that, after a few - months’ training, he was an admirable assistant. What do you think of the - matter, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “I have not yet made up my mind.” - </p> - <p> - “I shall indeed be indebted to you if you can throw a light where all is - so dark to us. To a poor bookworm and invalid like myself such a blow is - paralysing. I seem to have lost the faculty of thought. But you are a man - of action—you are a man of affairs. It is part of the everyday - routine of your life. You can preserve your balance in every emergency. We - are fortunate, indeed, in having you at our side.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes was pacing up and down one side of the room whilst the old - professor was talking. I observed that he was smoking with extraordinary - rapidity. It was evident that he shared our host’s liking for the fresh - Alexandrian cigarettes. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, it is a crushing blow,” said the old man. “That is my <i>magnum - opus</i>—the pile of papers on the side table yonder. It is my analysis - of the documents found in the Coptic monasteries of Syria and Egypt, a - work which will cut deep at the very foundation of revealed religion. With - my enfeebled health I do not know whether I shall ever be able to complete - it, now that my assistant has been taken from me. Dear me! Mr. Holmes, - why, you are even a quicker smoker than I am myself.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes smiled. - </p> - <p> - “I am a connoisseur,” said he, taking another cigarette from the box—his - fourth—and lighting it from the stub of that which he had finished. - “I will not trouble you with any lengthy cross-examination, Professor - Coram, since I gather that you were in bed at the time of the crime, and - could know nothing about it. I would only ask this: What do you imagine - that this poor fellow meant by his last words: ‘The professor—it was - she’?” - </p> - <p> - The professor shook his head. - </p> - <p> - “Susan is a country girl,” said he, “and you know the incredible stupidity - of that class. I fancy that the poor fellow murmured some incoherent - delirious words, and that she twisted them into this meaningless message.” - </p> - <p> - “I see. You have no explanation yourself of the tragedy?” - </p> - <p> - “Possibly an accident, possibly—I only breathe it among ourselves—a - suicide. Young men have their hidden troubles—some affair of the - heart, perhaps, which we have never known. It is a more probable - supposition than murder.” - </p> - <p> - “But the eyeglasses?” - </p> - <p> - “Ah! I am only a student—a man of dreams. I cannot explain the - practical things of life. But still, we are aware, my friend, that - love-gages may take strange shapes. By all means take another cigarette. - It is a pleasure to see anyone appreciate them so. A fan, a glove, glasses—who - knows what article may be carried as a token or treasured when a man puts - an end to his life? This gentleman speaks of footsteps in the grass, but, - after all, it is easy to be mistaken on such a point. As to the knife, it - might well be thrown far from the unfortunate man as he fell. It is - possible that I speak as a child, but to me it seems that Willoughby Smith - has met his fate by his own hand.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes seemed struck by the theory thus put forward, and he continued to - walk up and down for some time, lost in thought and consuming cigarette - after cigarette. - </p> - <p> - “Tell me, Professor Coram,” he said, at last, “what is in that cupboard in - the bureau?” - </p> - <p> - “Nothing that would help a thief. Family papers, letters from my poor - wife, diplomas of universities which have done me honour. Here is the key. - You can look for yourself.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes picked up the key, and looked at it for an instant, then he handed - it back. - </p> - <p> - “No, I hardly think that it would help me,” said he. “I should prefer to - go quietly down to your garden, and turn the whole matter over in my head. - There is something to be said for the theory of suicide which you have put - forward. We must apologize for having intruded upon you, Professor Coram, - and I promise that we won’t disturb you until after lunch. At two o’clock - we will come again, and report to you anything which may have happened in - the interval.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes was curiously distrait, and we walked up and down the garden path - for some time in silence. - </p> - <p> - “Have you a clue?” I asked, at last. - </p> - <p> - “It depends upon those cigarettes that I smoked,” said he. “It is possible - that I am utterly mistaken. The cigarettes will show me.” - </p> - <p> - “My dear Holmes,” I exclaimed, “how on earth——” - </p> - <p> - “Well, well, you may see for yourself. If not, there’s no harm done. Of - course, we always have the optician clue to fall back upon, but I take a - short cut when I can get it. Ah, here is the good Mrs. Marker! Let us - enjoy five minutes of instructive conversation with her.” - </p> - <p> - I may have remarked before that Holmes had, when he liked, a peculiarly - ingratiating way with women, and that he very readily established terms of - confidence with them. In half the time which he had named, he had captured - the housekeeper’s goodwill and was chatting with her as if he had known - her for years. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, Mr. Holmes, it is as you say, sir. He does smoke something terrible. - All day and sometimes all night, sir. I’ve seen that room of a morning—well, - sir, you’d have thought it was a London fog. Poor young Mr. Smith, he was - a smoker also, but not as bad as the professor. His health—well, I - don’t know that it’s better nor worse for the smoking.” - </p> - <p> - “Ah!” said Holmes, “but it kills the appetite.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I don’t know about that, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “I suppose the professor eats hardly anything?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, he is variable. I’ll say that for him.” - </p> - <p> - “I’ll wager he took no breakfast this morning, and won’t face his lunch - after all the cigarettes I saw him consume.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, you’re out there, sir, as it happens, for he ate a remarkable big - breakfast this morning. I don’t know when I’ve known him make a better - one, and he’s ordered a good dish of cutlets for his lunch. I’m surprised - myself, for since I came into that room yesterday and saw young Mr. Smith - lying there on the floor, I couldn’t bear to look at food. Well, it takes - all sorts to make a world, and the professor hasn’t let it take his - appetite away.” - </p> - <p> - We loitered the morning away in the garden. Stanley Hopkins had gone down - to the village to look into some rumours of a strange woman who had been - seen by some children on the Chatham Road the previous morning. As to my - friend, all his usual energy seemed to have deserted him. I had never - known him handle a case in such a half-hearted fashion. Even the news - brought back by Hopkins that he had found the children, and that they had - undoubtedly seen a woman exactly corresponding with Holmes’s description, - and wearing either spectacles or eyeglasses, failed to rouse any sign of - keen interest. He was more attentive when Susan, who waited upon us at - lunch, volunteered the information that she believed Mr. Smith had been - out for a walk yesterday morning, and that he had only returned half an - hour before the tragedy occurred. I could not myself see the bearing of - this incident, but I clearly perceived that Holmes was weaving it into the - general scheme which he had formed in his brain. Suddenly he sprang from - his chair and glanced at his watch. “Two o’clock, gentlemen,” said he. “We - must go up and have it out with our friend, the professor.” - </p> - <p> - The old man had just finished his lunch, and certainly his empty dish bore - evidence to the good appetite with which his housekeeper had credited him. - He was, indeed, a weird figure as he turned his white mane and his glowing - eyes towards us. The eternal cigarette smouldered in his mouth. He had - been dressed and was seated in an armchair by the fire. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Mr. Holmes, have you solved this mystery yet?” He shoved the large - tin of cigarettes which stood on a table beside him towards my companion. - Holmes stretched out his hand at the same moment, and between them they - tipped the box over the edge. For a minute or two we were all on our knees - retrieving stray cigarettes from impossible places. When we rose again, I - observed Holmes’s eyes were shining and his cheeks tinged with colour. - Only at a crisis have I seen those battle-signals flying. - </p> - <p> - “Yes,” said he, “I have solved it.” - </p> - <p> - Stanley Hopkins and I stared in amazement. Something like a sneer quivered - over the gaunt features of the old professor. - </p> - <p> - “Indeed! In the garden?” - </p> - <p> - “No, here.” - </p> - <p> - “Here! When?” - </p> - <p> - “This instant.” - </p> - <p> - “You are surely joking, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. You compel me to tell you - that this is too serious a matter to be treated in such a fashion.” - </p> - <p> - “I have forged and tested every link of my chain, Professor Coram, and I - am sure that it is sound. What your motives are, or what exact part you - play in this strange business, I am not yet able to say. In a few minutes - I shall probably hear it from your own lips. Meanwhile I will reconstruct - what is past for your benefit, so that you may know the information which - I still require. - </p> - <p> - “A lady yesterday entered your study. She came with the intention of - possessing herself of certain documents which were in your bureau. She had - a key of her own. I have had an opportunity of examining yours, and I do - not find that slight discolouration which the scratch made upon the - varnish would have produced. You were not an accessory, therefore, and she - came, so far as I can read the evidence, without your knowledge to rob - you.” - </p> - <p> - The professor blew a cloud from his lips. “This is most interesting and - instructive,” said he. “Have you no more to add? Surely, having traced - this lady so far, you can also say what has become of her.” - </p> - <p> - “I will endeavour to do so. In the first place she was seized by your - secretary, and stabbed him in order to escape. This catastrophe I am - inclined to regard as an unhappy accident, for I am convinced that the - lady had no intention of inflicting so grievous an injury. An assassin - does not come unarmed. Horrified by what she had done, she rushed wildly - away from the scene of the tragedy. Unfortunately for her, she had lost - her glasses in the scuffle, and as she was extremely short-sighted she was - really helpless without them. She ran down a corridor, which she imagined - to be that by which she had come—both were lined with cocoanut - matting—and it was only when it was too late that she understood - that she had taken the wrong passage, and that her retreat was cut off - behind her. What was she to do? She could not go back. She could not - remain where she was. She must go on. She went on. She mounted a stair, - pushed open a door, and found herself in your room.” - </p> - <p> - The old man sat with his mouth open, staring wildly at Holmes. Amazement - and fear were stamped upon his expressive features. Now, with an effort, - he shrugged his shoulders and burst into insincere laughter. - </p> - <p> - “All very fine, Mr. Holmes,” said he. “But there is one little flaw in - your splendid theory. I was myself in my room, and I never left it during - the day.” - </p> - <p> - “I am aware of that, Professor Coram.” - </p> - <p> - “And you mean to say that I could lie upon that bed and not be aware that - a woman had entered my room?” - </p> - <p> - “I never said so. You <i>were</i> aware of it. You spoke with her. You recognized - her. You aided her to escape.” - </p> - <p> - Again the professor burst into high-keyed laughter. He had risen to his - feet, and his eyes glowed like embers. - </p> - <p> - “You are mad!” he cried. “You are talking insanely. I helped her to - escape? Where is she now?” - </p> - <p> - “She is there,” said Holmes, and he pointed to a high bookcase in the - corner of the room. - </p> - <p> - I saw the old man throw up his arms, a terrible convulsion passed over his - grim face, and he fell back in his chair. At the same instant the bookcase - at which Holmes pointed swung round upon a hinge, and a woman rushed out - into the room. “You are right!” she cried, in a strange foreign voice. - “You are right! I am here.” - </p> - <p> - She was brown with the dust and draped with the cobwebs which had come - from the walls of her hiding-place. Her face, too, was streaked with - grime, and at the best she could never have been handsome, for she had the - exact physical characteristics which Holmes had divined, with, in - addition, a long and obstinate chin. What with her natural blindness, and - what with the change from dark to light, she stood as one dazed, blinking - about her to see where and who we were. And yet, in spite of all these - disadvantages, there was a certain nobility in the woman’s bearing—a - gallantry in the defiant chin and in the upraised head, which compelled - something of respect and admiration. - </p> - <p> - Stanley Hopkins had laid his hand upon her arm and claimed her as his - prisoner, but she waved him aside gently, and yet with an over-mastering - dignity which compelled obedience. The old man lay back in his chair with - a twitching face, and stared at her with brooding eyes. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, I am your prisoner,” she said. “From where I stood I could hear - everything, and I know that you have learned the truth. I confess it all. - It was I who killed the young man. But you are right—you who say it - was an accident. I did not even know that it was a knife which I held in - my hand, for in my despair I snatched anything from the table and struck - at him to make him let me go. It is the truth that I tell.” - </p> - <p> - “Madam,” said Holmes, “I am sure that it is the truth. I fear that you are - far from well.” - </p> - <p> - She had turned a dreadful colour, the more ghastly under the dark - dust-streaks upon her face. She seated herself on the side of the bed; - then she resumed. - </p> - <p> - “I have only a little time here,” she said, “but I would have you to know - the whole truth. I am this man’s wife. He is not an Englishman. He is a - Russian. His name I will not tell.” - </p> - <p> - For the first time the old man stirred. “God bless you, Anna!” he cried. - “God bless you!” - </p> - <p> - She cast a look of the deepest disdain in his direction. “Why should you - cling so hard to that wretched life of yours, Sergius?” said she. “It has - done harm to many and good to none—not even to yourself. However, it - is not for me to cause the frail thread to be snapped before God’s time. I - have enough already upon my soul since I crossed the threshold of this - cursed house. But I must speak or I shall be too late. - </p> - <p> - “I have said, gentlemen, that I am this man’s wife. He was fifty and I a - foolish girl of twenty when we married. It was in a city of Russia, a - university—I will not name the place.” - </p> - <p> - “God bless you, Anna!” murmured the old man again. - </p> - <p> - “We were reformers—revolutionists—Nihilists, you understand. - He and I and many more. Then there came a time of trouble, a police - officer was killed, many were arrested, evidence was wanted, and in order - to save his own life and to earn a great reward, my husband betrayed his - own wife and his companions. Yes, we were all arrested upon his - confession. Some of us found our way to the gallows, and some to Siberia. - I was among these last, but my term was not for life. My husband came to - England with his ill-gotten gains and has lived in quiet ever since, - knowing well that if the Brotherhood knew where he was not a week would - pass before justice would be done.” - </p> - <p> - The old man reached out a trembling hand and helped himself to a - cigarette. “I am in your hands, Anna,” said he. “You were always good to - me.” - </p> - <p> - “I have not yet told you the height of his villainy,” said she. “Among our - comrades of the Order, there was one who was the friend of my heart. He - was noble, unselfish, loving—all that my husband was not. He hated - violence. We were all guilty—if that is guilt—but he was not. - He wrote forever dissuading us from such a course. These letters would - have saved him. So would my diary, in which, from day to day, I had - entered both my feelings towards him and the view which each of us had - taken. My husband found and kept both diary and letters. He hid them, and - he tried hard to swear away the young man’s life. In this he failed, but - Alexis was sent a convict to Siberia, where now, at this moment, he works - in a salt mine. Think of that, you villain, you villain!—now, now, - at this very moment, Alexis, a man whose name you are not worthy to speak, - works and lives like a slave, and yet I have your life in my hands, and I - let you go.” - </p> - <p> - “You were always a noble woman, Anna,” said the old man, puffing at his - cigarette. - </p> - <p> - She had risen, but she fell back again with a little cry of pain. - </p> - <p> - “I must finish,” she said. “When my term was over I set myself to get the - diary and letters which, if sent to the Russian government, would procure - my friend’s release. I knew that my husband had come to England. After - months of searching I discovered where he was. I knew that he still had - the diary, for when I was in Siberia I had a letter from him once, - reproaching me and quoting some passages from its pages. Yet I was sure - that, with his revengeful nature, he would never give it to me of his own - free-will. I must get it for myself. With this object I engaged an agent - from a private detective firm, who entered my husband’s house as a - secretary—it was your second secretary, Sergius, the one who left - you so hurriedly. He found that papers were kept in the cupboard, and he - got an impression of the key. He would not go farther. He furnished me - with a plan of the house, and he told me that in the forenoon the study - was always empty, as the secretary was employed up here. So at last I took - my courage in both hands, and I came down to get the papers for myself. I - succeeded; but at what a cost! - </p> - <p> - “I had just taken the paper; and was locking the cupboard, when the young - man seized me. I had seen him already that morning. He had met me on the - road, and I had asked him to tell me where Professor Coram lived, not - knowing that he was in his employ.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly! Exactly!” said Holmes. “The secretary came back, and told his - employer of the woman he had met. Then, in his last breath, he tried to - send a message that it was she—the she whom he had just discussed - with him.” - </p> - <p> - “You must let me speak,” said the woman, in an imperative voice, and her - face contracted as if in pain. “When he had fallen I rushed from the room, - chose the wrong door, and found myself in my husband’s room. He spoke of - giving me up. I showed him that if he did so, his life was in my hands. If - he gave me to the law, I could give him to the Brotherhood. It was not - that I wished to live for my own sake, but it was that I desired to - accomplish my purpose. He knew that I would do what I said—that his - own fate was involved in mine. For that reason, and for no other, he - shielded me. He thrust me into that dark hiding-place—a relic of old - days, known only to himself. He took his meals in his own room, and so was - able to give me part of his food. It was agreed that when the police left - the house I should slip away by night and come back no more. But in some - way you have read our plans.” She tore from the bosom of her dress a small - packet. “These are my last words,” said she; “here is the packet which - will save Alexis. I confide it to your honour and to your love of justice. - Take it! You will deliver it at the Russian Embassy. Now, I have done my - duty, and——” - </p> - <p> - “Stop her!” cried Holmes. He had bounded across the room and had wrenched - a small phial from her hand. - </p> - <p> - “Too late!” she said, sinking back on the bed. “Too late! I took the - poison before I left my hiding-place. My head swims! I am going! I charge - you, sir, to remember the packet.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - “A simple case, and yet, in some ways, an instructive one,” Holmes - remarked, as we travelled back to town. “It hinged from the outset upon - the pince-nez. But for the fortunate chance of the dying man having seized - these, I am not sure that we could ever have reached our solution. It was - clear to me, from the strength of the glasses, that the wearer must have - been very blind and helpless when deprived of them. When you asked me to - believe that she walked along a narrow strip of grass without once making - a false step, I remarked, as you may remember, that it was a noteworthy - performance. In my mind I set it down as an impossible performance, save - in the unlikely case that she had a second pair of glasses. I was forced, - therefore, to consider seriously the hypothesis that she had remained - within the house. On perceiving the similarity of the two corridors, it - became clear that she might very easily have made such a mistake, and, in - that case, it was evident that she must have entered the professor’s room. - I was keenly on the alert, therefore, for whatever would bear out this - supposition, and I examined the room narrowly for anything in the shape of - a hiding-place. The carpet seemed continuous and firmly nailed, so I - dismissed the idea of a trap-door. There might well be a recess behind the - books. As you are aware, such devices are common in old libraries. I - observed that books were piled on the floor at all other points, but that - one bookcase was left clear. This, then, might be the door. I could see no - marks to guide me, but the carpet was of a dun colour, which lends itself - very well to examination. I therefore smoked a great number of those - excellent cigarettes, and I dropped the ash all over the space in front of - the suspected bookcase. It was a simple trick, but exceedingly effective. - I then went downstairs, and I ascertained, in your presence, Watson, - without your perceiving the drift of my remarks, that Professor Coram’s - consumption of food had increased—as one would expect when he is - supplying a second person. We then ascended to the room again, when, by - upsetting the cigarette-box, I obtained a very excellent view of the - floor, and was able to see quite clearly, from the traces upon the - cigarette ash, that the prisoner had in our absence come out from her - retreat. Well, Hopkins, here we are at Charing Cross, and I congratulate - you on having brought your case to a successful conclusion. You are going - to headquarters, no doubt. I think, Watson, you and I will drive together - to the Russian Embassy.” - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap11"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING THREE-QUARTER</h2> - - <p> - We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street, but - I have a particular recollection of one which reached us on a gloomy - February morning, some seven or eight years ago, and gave Mr. Sherlock - Holmes a puzzled quarter of an hour. It was addressed to him, and ran - thus: - </p> - <p> - Please await me. Terrible misfortune. Right wing three-quarter missing, - indispensable to-morrow. OVERTON. - </p> - <p> - “Strand postmark, and dispatched ten thirty-six,” said Holmes, reading it - over and over. “Mr. Overton was evidently considerably excited when he - sent it, and somewhat incoherent in consequence. Well, well, he will be - here, I daresay, by the time I have looked through <i>The Times</i>, and then we - shall know all about it. Even the most insignificant problem would be - welcome in these stagnant days.” - </p> - <p> - Things had indeed been very slow with us, and I had learned to dread such - periods of inaction, for I knew by experience that my companion’s brain - was so abnormally active that it was dangerous to leave it without - material upon which to work. For years I had gradually weaned him from - that drug mania which had threatened once to check his remarkable career. - Now I knew that under ordinary conditions he no longer craved for this - artificial stimulus, but I was well aware that the fiend was not dead but - sleeping, and I have known that the sleep was a light one and the waking - near when in periods of idleness I have seen the drawn look upon Holmes’s - ascetic face, and the brooding of his deep-set and inscrutable eyes. - Therefore I blessed this Mr. Overton whoever he might be, since he had - come with his enigmatic message to break that dangerous calm which brought - more peril to my friend than all the storms of his tempestuous life. - </p> - <p> - As we had expected, the telegram was soon followed by its sender, and the - card of Mr. Cyril Overton, Trinity College, Cambridge, announced the - arrival of an enormous young man, sixteen stone of solid bone and muscle, - who spanned the doorway with his broad shoulders, and looked from one of - us to the other with a comely face which was haggard with anxiety. - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Sherlock Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - My companion bowed. - </p> - <p> - “I’ve been down to Scotland Yard, Mr. Holmes. I saw Inspector Stanley - Hopkins. He advised me to come to you. He said the case, so far as he - could see, was more in your line than in that of the regular police.” - </p> - <p> - “Pray sit down and tell me what is the matter.” - </p> - <p> - “It’s awful, Mr. Holmes—simply awful! I wonder my hair isn’t grey. - Godfrey Staunton—you’ve heard of him, of course? He’s simply the - hinge that the whole team turns on. I’d rather spare two from the pack, - and have Godfrey for my three-quarter line. Whether it’s passing, or - tackling, or dribbling, there’s no one to touch him, and then, he’s got - the head, and can hold us all together. What am I to do? That’s what I ask - you, Mr. Holmes. There’s Moorhouse, first reserve, but he is trained as a - half, and he always edges right in on to the scrum instead of keeping out - on the touchline. He’s a fine place-kick, it’s true, but then he has no - judgment, and he can’t sprint for nuts. Why, Morton or Johnson, the Oxford - fliers, could romp round him. Stevenson is fast enough, but he couldn’t - drop from the twenty-five line, and a three-quarter who can’t either punt - or drop isn’t worth a place for pace alone. No, Mr. Holmes, we are done - unless you can help me to find Godfrey Staunton.” - </p> - <p> - My friend had listened with amused surprise to this long speech, which was - poured forth with extraordinary vigour and earnestness, every point being - driven home by the slapping of a brawny hand upon the speaker’s knee. When - our visitor was silent Holmes stretched out his hand and took down letter - “S” of his commonplace book. For once he dug in vain into that mine of - varied information. - </p> - <p> - “There is Arthur H. Staunton, the rising young forger,” said he, “and - there was Henry Staunton, whom I helped to hang, but Godfrey Staunton is a - new name to me.” - </p> - <p> - It was our visitor’s turn to look surprised. - </p> - <p> - “Why, Mr. Holmes, I thought you knew things,” said he. “I suppose, then, - if you have never heard of Godfrey Staunton, you don’t know Cyril Overton - either?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes shook his head good humouredly. - </p> - <p> - “Great Scott!” cried the athlete. “Why, I was first reserve for England - against Wales, and I’ve skippered the ’Varsity all this year. But that’s - nothing! I didn’t think there was a soul in England who didn’t know - Godfrey Staunton, the crack three-quarter, Cambridge, Blackheath, and five - Internationals. Good Lord! Mr. Holmes, where <i>have</i> you lived?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes laughed at the young giant’s naïve astonishment. - </p> - <p> - “You live in a different world to me, Mr. Overton—a sweeter and - healthier one. My ramifications stretch out into many sections of society, - but never, I am happy to say, into amateur sport, which is the best and - soundest thing in England. However, your unexpected visit this morning - shows me that even in that world of fresh air and fair play, there may be - work for me to do. So now, my good sir, I beg you to sit down and to tell - me, slowly and quietly, exactly what it is that has occurred, and how you - desire that I should help you.” - </p> - <p> - Young Overton’s face assumed the bothered look of the man who is more - accustomed to using his muscles than his wits, but by degrees, with many - repetitions and obscurities which I may omit from his narrative, he laid - his strange story before us. - </p> - <p> - “It’s this way, Mr. Holmes. As I have said, I am the skipper of the Rugger - team of Cambridge ’Varsity, and Godfrey Staunton is my best man. To-morrow - we play Oxford. Yesterday we all came up, and we settled at Bentley’s - private hotel. At ten o’clock I went round and saw that all the fellows - had gone to roost, for I believe in strict training and plenty of sleep to - keep a team fit. I had a word or two with Godfrey before he turned in. He - seemed to me to be pale and bothered. I asked him what was the matter. He - said he was all right—just a touch of headache. I bade him - good-night and left him. Half an hour later, the porter tells me that a - rough-looking man with a beard called with a note for Godfrey. He had not - gone to bed, and the note was taken to his room. Godfrey read it, and fell - back in a chair as if he had been pole-axed. The porter was so scared that - he was going to fetch me, but Godfrey stopped him, had a drink of water, - and pulled himself together. Then he went downstairs, said a few words to - the man who was waiting in the hall, and the two of them went off - together. The last that the porter saw of them, they were almost running - down the street in the direction of the Strand. This morning Godfrey’s - room was empty, his bed had never been slept in, and his things were all - just as I had seen them the night before. He had gone off at a moment’s - notice with this stranger, and no word has come from him since. I don’t - believe he will ever come back. He was a sportsman, was Godfrey, down to - his marrow, and he wouldn’t have stopped his training and let in his - skipper if it were not for some cause that was too strong for him. No: I - feel as if he were gone for good, and we should never see him again.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes listened with the deepest attention to this singular - narrative. - </p> - <p> - “What did you do?” he asked. - </p> - <p> - “I wired to Cambridge to learn if anything had been heard of him there. I - have had an answer. No one has seen him.” - </p> - <p> - “Could he have got back to Cambridge?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, there is a late train—quarter-past eleven.” - </p> - <p> - “But, so far as you can ascertain, he did not take it?” - </p> - <p> - “No, he has not been seen.” - </p> - <p> - “What did you do next?” - </p> - <p> - “I wired to Lord Mount-James.” - </p> - <p> - “Why to Lord Mount-James?” - </p> - <p> - “Godfrey is an orphan, and Lord Mount-James is his nearest relative—his - uncle, I believe.” - </p> - <p> - “Indeed. This throws new light upon the matter. Lord Mount-James is one of - the richest men in England.” - </p> - <p> - “So I’ve heard Godfrey say.” - </p> - <p> - “And your friend was closely related?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, he was his heir, and the old boy is nearly eighty—cram full of - gout, too. They say he could chalk his billiard-cue with his knuckles. He - never allowed Godfrey a shilling in his life, for he is an absolute miser, - but it will all come to him right enough.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you heard from Lord Mount-James?” - </p> - <p> - “No.” - </p> - <p> - “What motive could your friend have in going to Lord Mount-James?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, something was worrying him the night before, and if it was to do - with money it is possible that he would make for his nearest relative, who - had so much of it, though from all I have heard he would not have much - chance of getting it. Godfrey was not fond of the old man. He would not go - if he could help it.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, we can soon determine that. If your friend was going to his - relative, Lord Mount-James, you have then to explain the visit of this - rough-looking fellow at so late an hour, and the agitation that was caused - by his coming.” - </p> - <p> - Cyril Overton pressed his hands to his head. “I can make nothing of it,” - said he. - </p> - <p> - “Well, well, I have a clear day, and I shall be happy to look into the - matter,” said Holmes. “I should strongly recommend you to make your - preparations for your match without reference to this young gentleman. It - must, as you say, have been an overpowering necessity which tore him away - in such a fashion, and the same necessity is likely to hold him away. Let - us step round together to the hotel, and see if the porter can throw any - fresh light upon the matter.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes was a past-master in the art of putting a humble witness - at his ease, and very soon, in the privacy of Godfrey Staunton’s abandoned - room, he had extracted all that the porter had to tell. The visitor of the - night before was not a gentleman, neither was he a workingman. He was - simply what the porter described as a “medium-looking chap,” a man of - fifty, beard grizzled, pale face, quietly dressed. He seemed himself to be - agitated. The porter had observed his hand trembling when he had held out - the note. Godfrey Staunton had crammed the note into his pocket. Staunton - had not shaken hands with the man in the hall. They had exchanged a few - sentences, of which the porter had only distinguished the one word “time.” - Then they had hurried off in the manner described. It was just half-past - ten by the hall clock. - </p> - <p> - “Let me see,” said Holmes, seating himself on Staunton’s bed. “You are the - day porter, are you not?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, I go off duty at eleven.” - </p> - <p> - “The night porter saw nothing, I suppose?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, one theatre party came in late. No one else.” - </p> - <p> - “Were you on duty all day yesterday?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Did you take any messages to Mr. Staunton?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, one telegram.” - </p> - <p> - “Ah! that’s interesting. What o’clock was this?” - </p> - <p> - “About six.” - </p> - <p> - “Where was Mr. Staunton when he received it?” - </p> - <p> - “Here in his room.” - </p> - <p> - “Were you present when he opened it?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, I waited to see if there was an answer.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, was there?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, he wrote an answer.” - </p> - <p> - “Did you take it?” - </p> - <p> - “No, he took it himself.” - </p> - <p> - “But he wrote it in your presence.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir. I was standing by the door, and he with his back turned at that - table. When he had written it, he said: ‘All right, porter, I will take - this myself.’” - </p> - <p> - “What did he write it with?” - </p> - <p> - “A pen, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Was the telegraphic form one of these on the table?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, it was the top one.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes rose. Taking the forms, he carried them over to the window and - carefully examined that which was uppermost. - </p> - <p> - “It is a pity he did not write in pencil,” said he, throwing them down - again with a shrug of disappointment. “As you have no doubt frequently - observed, Watson, the impression usually goes through—a fact which - has dissolved many a happy marriage. However, I can find no trace here. I - rejoice, however, to perceive that he wrote with a broad-pointed quill - pen, and I can hardly doubt that we will find some impression upon this - blotting-pad. Ah, yes, surely this is the very thing!” - </p> - <p> - He tore off a strip of the blotting-paper and turned towards us the - following hieroglyphic: - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img11.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="hieroglyphic"> - </div> - - <p> - Cyril Overton was much excited. “Hold it to the glass!” he cried. - </p> - <p> - “That is unnecessary,” said Holmes. “The paper is thin, and the reverse - will give the message. Here it is.” He turned it over, and we read: - </p> - - <div class="fig" style="width:80%;"> - <img src="images/img12.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="the reverse"> - </div> - - <p> - “So that is the tail end of the telegram which Godfrey Staunton dispatched - within a few hours of his disappearance. There are at least six words of - the message which have escaped us; but what remains—‘Stand by us for - God’s sake!’—proves that this young man saw a formidable danger - which approached him, and from which someone else could protect him. ‘<i>Us</i>,’ - mark you! Another person was involved. Who should it be but the - pale-faced, bearded man, who seemed himself in so nervous a state? What, - then, is the connection between Godfrey Staunton and the bearded man? And - what is the third source from which each of them sought for help against - pressing danger? Our inquiry has already narrowed down to that.” - </p> - <p> - “We have only to find to whom that telegram is addressed,” I suggested. - </p> - <p> - “Exactly, my dear Watson. Your reflection, though profound, had already - crossed my mind. But I daresay it may have come to your notice that, - counterfoil of another man’s message, there may be some disinclination on - the part of the officials to oblige you. There is so much red tape in - these matters. However, I have no doubt that with a little delicacy and - finesse the end may be attained. Meanwhile, I should like in your - presence, Mr. Overton, to go through these papers which have been left - upon the table.” - </p> - <p> - There were a number of letters, bills, and notebooks, which Holmes turned - over and examined with quick, nervous fingers and darting, penetrating - eyes. “Nothing here,” he said, at last. “By the way, I suppose your friend - was a healthy young fellow—nothing amiss with him?” - </p> - <p> - “Sound as a bell.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you ever known him ill?” - </p> - <p> - “Not a day. He has been laid up with a hack, and once he slipped his - knee-cap, but that was nothing.” - </p> - <p> - “Perhaps he was not so strong as you suppose. I should think he may have - had some secret trouble. With your assent, I will put one or two of these - papers in my pocket, in case they should bear upon our future inquiry.” - </p> - <p> - “One moment—one moment!” cried a querulous voice, and we looked up - to find a queer little old man, jerking and twitching in the doorway. He - was dressed in rusty black, with a very broad-brimmed top-hat and a loose - white necktie—the whole effect being that of a very rustic parson or - of an undertaker’s mute. Yet, in spite of his shabby and even absurd - appearance, his voice had a sharp crackle, and his manner a quick - intensity which commanded attention. - </p> - <p> - “Who are you, sir, and by what right do you touch this gentleman’s - papers?” he asked. - </p> - <p> - “I am a private detective, and I am endeavouring to explain his - disappearance.” - </p> - <p> - “Oh, you are, are you? And who instructed you, eh?” - </p> - <p> - “This gentleman, Mr. Staunton’s friend, was referred to me by Scotland - Yard.” - </p> - <p> - “Who are you, sir?” - </p> - <p> - “I am Cyril Overton.” - </p> - <p> - “Then it is you who sent me a telegram. My name is Lord Mount-James. I - came round as quickly as the Bayswater bus would bring me. So you have - instructed a detective?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “And are you prepared to meet the cost?” - </p> - <p> - “I have no doubt, sir, that my friend Godfrey, when we find him, will be - prepared to do that.” - </p> - <p> - “But if he is never found, eh? Answer me that!” - </p> - <p> - “In that case, no doubt his family——” - </p> - <p> - “Nothing of the sort, sir!” screamed the little man. “Don’t look to me for - a penny—not a penny! You understand that, Mr. Detective! I am all - the family that this young man has got, and I tell you that I am not - responsible. If he has any expectations it is due to the fact that I have - never wasted money, and I do not propose to begin to do so now. As to - those papers with which you are making so free, I may tell you that in - case there should be anything of any value among them, you will be held - strictly to account for what you do with them.” - </p> - <p> - “Very good, sir,” said Sherlock Holmes. “May I ask, in the meanwhile, - whether you have yourself any theory to account for this young man’s - disappearance?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, I have not. He is big enough and old enough to look after - himself, and if he is so foolish as to lose himself, I entirely refuse to - accept the responsibility of hunting for him.” - </p> - <p> - “I quite understand your position,” said Holmes, with a mischievous - twinkle in his eyes. “Perhaps you don’t quite understand mine. Godfrey - Staunton appears to have been a poor man. If he has been kidnapped, it - could not have been for anything which he himself possesses. The fame of - your wealth has gone abroad, Lord Mount-James, and it is entirely possible - that a gang of thieves have secured your nephew in order to gain from him - some information as to your house, your habits, and your treasure.” - </p> - <p> - The face of our unpleasant little visitor turned as white as his - neckcloth. - </p> - <p> - “Heavens, sir, what an idea! I never thought of such villainy! What - inhuman rogues there are in the world! But Godfrey is a fine lad—a - staunch lad. Nothing would induce him to give his old uncle away. I’ll - have the plate moved over to the bank this evening. In the meantime spare - no pains, Mr. Detective! I beg you to leave no stone unturned to bring him - safely back. As to money, well, so far as a fiver or even a tenner goes - you can always look to me.” - </p> - <p> - Even in his chastened frame of mind, the noble miser could give us no - information which could help us, for he knew little of the private life of - his nephew. Our only clue lay in the truncated telegram, and with a copy - of this in his hand Holmes set forth to find a second link for his chain. - We had shaken off Lord Mount-James, and Overton had gone to consult with - the other members of his team over the misfortune which had befallen them. - </p> - <p> - There was a telegraph-office at a short distance from the hotel. We halted - outside it. - </p> - <p> - “It’s worth trying, Watson,” said Holmes. “Of course, with a warrant we - could demand to see the counterfoils, but we have not reached that stage - yet. I don’t suppose they remember faces in so busy a place. Let us - venture it.” - </p> - <p> - “I am sorry to trouble you,” said he, in his blandest manner, to the young - woman behind the grating; “there is some small mistake about a telegram I - sent yesterday. I have had no answer, and I very much fear that I must - have omitted to put my name at the end. Could you tell me if this was so?” - </p> - <p> - The young woman turned over a sheaf of counterfoils. - </p> - <p> - “What o’clock was it?” she asked. - </p> - <p> - “A little after six.” - </p> - <p> - “Whom was it to?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes put his finger to his lips and glanced at me. “The last words in it - were ‘For God’s sake,’” he whispered, confidentially; “I am very anxious - at getting no answer.” - </p> - <p> - The young woman separated one of the forms. - </p> - <p> - “This is it. There is no name,” said she, smoothing it out upon the - counter. - </p> - <p> - “Then that, of course, accounts for my getting no answer,” said Holmes. - “Dear me, how very stupid of me, to be sure! Good-morning, miss, and many - thanks for having relieved my mind.” He chuckled and rubbed his hands when - we found ourselves in the street once more. - </p> - <p> - “Well?” I asked. - </p> - <p> - “We progress, my dear Watson, we progress. I had seven different schemes - for getting a glimpse of that telegram, but I could hardly hope to succeed - the very first time.” - </p> - <p> - “And what have you gained?” - </p> - <p> - “A starting-point for our investigation.” He hailed a cab. “King’s Cross - Station,” said he. - </p> - <p> - “We have a journey, then?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I think we must run down to Cambridge together. All the indications - seem to me to point in that direction.” - </p> - <p> - “Tell me,” I asked, as we rattled up Gray’s Inn Road, “have you any - suspicion yet as to the cause of the disappearance? I don’t think that - among all our cases I have known one where the motives are more obscure. - Surely you don’t really imagine that he may be kidnapped in order to give - information against his wealthy uncle?” - </p> - <p> - “I confess, my dear Watson, that that does not appeal to me as a very - probable explanation. It struck me, however, as being the one which was - most likely to interest that exceedingly unpleasant old person.” - </p> - <p> - “It certainly did that; but what are your alternatives?” - </p> - <p> - “I could mention several. You must admit that it is curious and suggestive - that this incident should occur on the eve of this important match, and - should involve the only man whose presence seems essential to the success - of the side. It may, of course, be a coincidence, but it is interesting. - Amateur sport is free from betting, but a good deal of outside betting - goes on among the public, and it is possible that it might be worth - someone’s while to get at a player as the ruffians of the turf get at a - race-horse. There is one explanation. A second very obvious one is that - this young man really is the heir of a great property, however modest his - means may at present be, and it is not impossible that a plot to hold him - for ransom might be concocted.” - </p> - <p> - “These theories take no account of the telegram.” - </p> - <p> - “Quite true, Watson. The telegram still remains the only solid thing with - which we have to deal, and we must not permit our attention to wander away - from it. It is to gain light upon the purpose of this telegram that we are - now upon our way to Cambridge. The path of our investigation is at present - obscure, but I shall be very much surprised if before evening we have not - cleared it up, or made a considerable advance along it.” - </p> - <p> - It was already dark when we reached the old university city. Holmes took a - cab at the station and ordered the man to drive to the house of Dr. Leslie - Armstrong. A few minutes later, we had stopped at a large mansion in the - busiest thoroughfare. We were shown in, and after a long wait were at last - admitted into the consulting-room, where we found the doctor seated behind - his table. - </p> - <p> - It argues the degree in which I had lost touch with my profession that the - name of Leslie Armstrong was unknown to me. Now I am aware that he is not - only one of the heads of the medical school of the university, but a - thinker of European reputation in more than one branch of science. Yet - even without knowing his brilliant record one could not fail to be - impressed by a mere glance at the man, the square, massive face, the - brooding eyes under the thatched brows, and the granite moulding of the - inflexible jaw. A man of deep character, a man with an alert mind, grim, - ascetic, self-contained, formidable—so I read Dr. Leslie Armstrong. - He held my friend’s card in his hand, and he looked up with no very - pleased expression upon his dour features. - </p> - <p> - “I have heard your name, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and I am aware of your - profession—one of which I by no means approve.” - </p> - <p> - “In that, Doctor, you will find yourself in agreement with every criminal - in the country,” said my friend, quietly. - </p> - <p> - “So far as your efforts are directed towards the suppression of crime, - sir, they must have the support of every reasonable member of the - community, though I cannot doubt that the official machinery is amply - sufficient for the purpose. Where your calling is more open to criticism - is when you pry into the secrets of private individuals, when you rake up - family matters which are better hidden, and when you incidentally waste - the time of men who are more busy than yourself. At the present moment, - for example, I should be writing a treatise instead of conversing with - you.” - </p> - <p> - “No doubt, Doctor; and yet the conversation may prove more important than - the treatise. Incidentally, I may tell you that we are doing the reverse - of what you very justly blame, and that we are endeavouring to prevent - anything like public exposure of private matters which must necessarily - follow when once the case is fairly in the hands of the official police. - You may look upon me simply as an irregular pioneer, who goes in front of - the regular forces of the country. I have come to ask you about Mr. - Godfrey Staunton.” - </p> - <p> - “What about him?” - </p> - <p> - “You know him, do you not?” - </p> - <p> - “He is an intimate friend of mine.” - </p> - <p> - “You are aware that he has disappeared?” - </p> - <p> - “Ah, indeed!” There was no change of expression in the rugged features of - the doctor. - </p> - <p> - “He left his hotel last night—he has not been heard of.” - </p> - <p> - “No doubt he will return.” - </p> - <p> - “To-morrow is the ’Varsity football match.” - </p> - <p> - “I have no sympathy with these childish games. The young man’s fate - interests me deeply, since I know him and like him. The football match - does not come within my horizon at all.” - </p> - <p> - “I claim your sympathy, then, in my investigation of Mr. Staunton’s fate. - Do you know where he is?” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly not.” - </p> - <p> - “You have not seen him since yesterday?” - </p> - <p> - “No, I have not.” - </p> - <p> - “Was Mr. Staunton a healthy man?” - </p> - <p> - “Absolutely.” - </p> - <p> - “Did you ever know him ill?” - </p> - <p> - “Never.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes popped a sheet of paper before the doctor’s eyes. “Then perhaps you - will explain this receipted bill for thirteen guineas, paid by Mr. Godfrey - Staunton last month to Dr. Leslie Armstrong, of Cambridge. I picked it out - from among the papers upon his desk.” - </p> - <p> - The doctor flushed with anger. - </p> - <p> - “I do not feel that there is any reason why I should render an explanation - to you, Mr. Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes replaced the bill in his notebook. “If you prefer a public - explanation, it must come sooner or later,” said he. “I have already told - you that I can hush up that which others will be bound to publish, and you - would really be wiser to take me into your complete confidence.” - </p> - <p> - “I know nothing about it.” - </p> - <p> - “Did you hear from Mr. Staunton in London?” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly not.” - </p> - <p> - “Dear me, dear me—the postoffice again!” Holmes sighed, wearily. “A - most urgent telegram was dispatched to you from London by Godfrey Staunton - at six-fifteen yesterday evening—a telegram which is undoubtedly - associated with his disappearance—and yet you have not had it. It is - most culpable. I shall certainly go down to the office here and register a - complaint.” - </p> - <p> - Dr. Leslie Armstrong sprang up from behind his desk, and his dark face was - crimson with fury. - </p> - <p> - “I’ll trouble you to walk out of my house, sir,” said he. “You can tell - your employer, Lord Mount-James, that I do not wish to have anything to do - either with him or with his agents. No, sir—not another word!” He - rang the bell furiously. “John, show these gentlemen out!” A pompous - butler ushered us severely to the door, and we found ourselves in the - street. Holmes burst out laughing. - </p> - <p> - “Dr. Leslie Armstrong is certainly a man of energy and character,” said - he. “I have not seen a man who, if he turns his talents that way, was more - calculated to fill the gap left by the illustrious Moriarty. And now, my - poor Watson, here we are, stranded and friendless in this inhospitable - town, which we cannot leave without abandoning our case. This little inn - just opposite Armstrong’s house is singularly adapted to our needs. If you - would engage a front room and purchase the necessaries for the night, I - may have time to make a few inquiries.” - </p> - <p> - These few inquiries proved, however, to be a more lengthy proceeding than - Holmes had imagined, for he did not return to the inn until nearly nine - o’clock. He was pale and dejected, stained with dust, and exhausted with - hunger and fatigue. A cold supper was ready upon the table, and when his - needs were satisfied and his pipe alight he was ready to take that half - comic and wholly philosophic view which was natural to him when his - affairs were going awry. The sound of carriage wheels caused him to rise - and glance out of the window. A brougham and pair of greys, under the - glare of a gas-lamp, stood before the doctor’s door. - </p> - <p> - “It’s been out three hours,” said Holmes; “started at half-past six, and - here it is back again. That gives a radius of ten or twelve miles, and he - does it once, or sometimes twice, a day.” - </p> - <p> - “No unusual thing for a doctor in practice.” - </p> - <p> - “But Armstrong is not really a doctor in practice. He is a lecturer and a - consultant, but he does not care for general practice, which distracts him - from his literary work. Why, then, does he make these long journeys, which - must be exceedingly irksome to him, and who is it that he visits?” - </p> - <p> - “His coachman——” - </p> - <p> - “My dear Watson, can you doubt that it was to him that I first applied? I - do not know whether it came from his own innate depravity or from the - promptings of his master, but he was rude enough to set a dog at me. - Neither dog nor man liked the look of my stick, however, and the matter - fell through. Relations were strained after that, and further inquiries - out of the question. All that I have learned I got from a friendly native - in the yard of our own inn. It was he who told me of the doctor’s habits - and of his daily journey. At that instant, to give point to his words, the - carriage came round to the door.” - </p> - <p> - “Could you not follow it?” - </p> - <p> - “Excellent, Watson! You are scintillating this evening. The idea did cross - my mind. There is, as you may have observed, a bicycle shop next to our - inn. Into this I rushed, engaged a bicycle, and was able to get started - before the carriage was quite out of sight. I rapidly overtook it, and - then, keeping at a discreet distance of a hundred yards or so, I followed - its lights until we were clear of the town. We had got well out on the - country road, when a somewhat mortifying incident occurred. The carriage - stopped, the doctor alighted, walked swiftly back to where I had also - halted, and told me in an excellent sardonic fashion that he feared the - road was narrow, and that he hoped his carriage did not impede the passage - of my bicycle. Nothing could have been more admirable than his way of - putting it. I at once rode past the carriage, and, keeping to the main - road, I went on for a few miles, and then halted in a convenient place to - see if the carriage passed. There was no sign of it, however, and so it - became evident that it had turned down one of several side roads which I - had observed. I rode back, but again saw nothing of the carriage, and now, - as you perceive, it has returned after me. Of course, I had at the outset - no particular reason to connect these journeys with the disappearance of - Godfrey Staunton, and was only inclined to investigate them on the general - grounds that everything which concerns Dr. Armstrong is at present of - interest to us, but, now that I find he keeps so keen a look-out upon - anyone who may follow him on these excursions, the affair appears more - important, and I shall not be satisfied until I have made the matter - clear.” - </p> - <p> - “We can follow him to-morrow.” - </p> - <p> - “Can we? It is not so easy as you seem to think. You are not familiar with - Cambridgeshire scenery, are you? It does not lend itself to concealment. - All this country that I passed over to-night is as flat and clean as the - palm of your hand, and the man we are following is no fool, as he very - clearly showed to-night. I have wired to Overton to let us know any fresh - London developments at this address, and in the meantime we can only - concentrate our attention upon Dr. Armstrong, whose name the obliging - young lady at the office allowed me to read upon the counterfoil of - Staunton’s urgent message. He knows where the young man is—to that - I’ll swear, and if he knows, then it must be our own fault if we cannot - manage to know also. At present it must be admitted that the odd trick is - in his possession, and, as you are aware, Watson, it is not my habit to - leave the game in that condition.” - </p> - <p> - And yet the next day brought us no nearer to the solution of the mystery. - A note was handed in after breakfast, which Holmes passed across to me - with a smile. - </p> - <p class="letter"> - SIR [it ran],—I can assure you that you are wasting your time in - dogging my movements. I have, as you discovered last night, a window at - the back of my brougham, and if you desire a twenty-mile ride which will - lead you to the spot from which you started, you have only to follow me. - Meanwhile, I can inform you that no spying upon me can in any way help - Mr. Godfrey Staunton, and I am convinced that the best service you can do - to that gentleman is to return at once to London and to report to your - employer that you are unable to trace him. Your time in Cambridge will - certainly be wasted. - </p> - <p class="right"> - Yours faithfully,<br> - LESLIE ARMSTRONG. - </p> - <p> - “An outspoken, honest antagonist is the doctor,” said Holmes. “Well, well, - he excites my curiosity, and I must really know before I leave him.” - </p> - <p> - “His carriage is at his door now,” said I. “There he is stepping into it. - I saw him glance up at our window as he did so. Suppose I try my luck upon - the bicycle?” - </p> - <p> - “No, no, my dear Watson! With all respect for your natural acumen, I do - not think that you are quite a match for the worthy doctor. I think that - possibly I can attain our end by some independent explorations of my own. - I am afraid that I must leave you to your own devices, as the appearance - of <i>two</i> inquiring strangers upon a sleepy countryside might excite more - gossip than I care for. No doubt you will find some sights to amuse you in - this venerable city, and I hope to bring back a more favourable report to - you before evening.” - </p> - <p> - Once more, however, my friend was destined to be disappointed. He came - back at night weary and unsuccessful. - </p> - <p> - “I have had a blank day, Watson. Having got the doctor’s general - direction, I spent the day in visiting all the villages upon that side of - Cambridge, and comparing notes with publicans and other local news - agencies. I have covered some ground. Chesterton, Histon, Waterbeach, and - Oakington have each been explored, and have each proved disappointing. The - daily appearance of a brougham and pair could hardly have been overlooked - in such Sleepy Hollows. The doctor has scored once more. Is there a - telegram for me?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I opened it. Here it is: - </p> - <p> - “Ask for Pompey from Jeremy Dixon, Trinity College.” - </p> - <p> - “I don’t understand it.” - </p> - <p> - “Oh, it is clear enough. It is from our friend Overton, and is in answer - to a question from me. I’ll just send round a note to Mr. Jeremy Dixon, - and then I have no doubt that our luck will turn. By the way, is there any - news of the match?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, the local evening paper has an excellent account in its last - edition. Oxford won by a goal and two tries. The last sentences of the - description say: - </p> - <p> - “‘The defeat of the Light Blues may be entirely attributed to the - unfortunate absence of the crack International, Godfrey Staunton, whose - want was felt at every instant of the game. The lack of combination in the - three-quarter line and their weakness both in attack and defence more than - neutralized the efforts of a heavy and hard-working pack.’” - </p> - <p> - “Then our friend Overton’s forebodings have been justified,” said Holmes. - “Personally I am in agreement with Dr. Armstrong, and football does not - come within my horizon. Early to bed to-night, Watson, for I foresee that - to-morrow may be an eventful day.” - </p> - <p> - I was horrified by my first glimpse of Holmes next morning, for he sat by - the fire holding his tiny hypodermic syringe. I associated that instrument - with the single weakness of his nature, and I feared the worst when I saw - it glittering in his hand. He laughed at my expression of dismay and laid - it upon the table. - </p> - <p> - “No, no, my dear fellow, there is no cause for alarm. It is not upon this - occasion the instrument of evil, but it will rather prove to be the key - which will unlock our mystery. On this syringe I base all my hopes. I have - just returned from a small scouting expedition, and everything is - favourable. Eat a good breakfast, Watson, for I propose to get upon Dr. - Armstrong’s trail to-day, and once on it I will not stop for rest or food - until I run him to his burrow.” - </p> - <p> - “In that case,” said I, “we had best carry our breakfast with us, for he - is making an early start. His carriage is at the door.” - </p> - <p> - “Never mind. Let him go. He will be clever if he can drive where I cannot - follow him. When you have finished, come downstairs with me, and I will - introduce you to a detective who is a very eminent specialist in the work - that lies before us.” - </p> - <p> - When we descended I followed Holmes into the stable yard, where he opened - the door of a loose-box and led out a squat, lop-eared, white-and-tan dog, - something between a beagle and a foxhound. - </p> - <p> - “Let me introduce you to Pompey,” said he. “Pompey is the pride of the - local draghounds—no very great flier, as his build will show, but a - staunch hound on a scent. Well, Pompey, you may not be fast, but I expect - you will be too fast for a couple of middle-aged London gentlemen, so I - will take the liberty of fastening this leather leash to your collar. Now, - boy, come along, and show what you can do.” He led him across to the - doctor’s door. The dog sniffed round for an instant, and then with a - shrill whine of excitement started off down the street, tugging at his - leash in his efforts to go faster. In half an hour, we were clear of the - town and hastening down a country road. - </p> - <p> - “What have you done, Holmes?” I asked. - </p> - <p> - “A threadbare and venerable device, but useful upon occasion. I walked - into the doctor’s yard this morning, and shot my syringe full of aniseed - over the hind wheel. A draghound will follow aniseed from here to John - o’Groat’s, and our friend, Armstrong, would have to drive through the Cam - before he would shake Pompey off his trail. Oh, the cunning rascal! This - is how he gave me the slip the other night.” - </p> - <p> - The dog had suddenly turned out of the main road into a grass-grown lane. - Half a mile farther this opened into another broad road, and the trail - turned hard to the right in the direction of the town, which we had just - quitted. The road took a sweep to the south of the town, and continued in - the opposite direction to that in which we started. - </p> - <p> - “This <i>détour</i> has been entirely for our benefit, then?” said Holmes. “No - wonder that my inquiries among those villagers led to nothing. The doctor - has certainly played the game for all it is worth, and one would like to - know the reason for such elaborate deception. This should be the village - of Trumpington to the right of us. And, by Jove! here is the brougham - coming round the corner. Quick, Watson—quick, or we are done!” - </p> - <p> - He sprang through a gate into a field, dragging the reluctant Pompey after - him. We had hardly got under the shelter of the hedge when the carriage - rattled past. I caught a glimpse of Dr. Armstrong within, his shoulders - bowed, his head sunk on his hands, the very image of distress. I could - tell by my companion’s graver face that he also had seen. - </p> - <p> - “I fear there is some dark ending to our quest,” said he. “It cannot be - long before we know it. Come, Pompey! Ah, it is the cottage in the field!” - </p> - <p> - There could be no doubt that we had reached the end of our journey. Pompey - ran about and whined eagerly outside the gate, where the marks of the - brougham’s wheels were still to be seen. A footpath led across to the - lonely cottage. Holmes tied the dog to the hedge, and we hastened onward. - My friend knocked at the little rustic door, and knocked again without - response. And yet the cottage was not deserted, for a low sound came to - our ears—a kind of drone of misery and despair which was - indescribably melancholy. Holmes paused irresolute, and then he glanced - back at the road which he had just traversed. A brougham was coming down - it, and there could be no mistaking those grey horses. - </p> - <p> - “By Jove, the doctor is coming back!” cried Holmes. “That settles it. We - are bound to see what it means before he comes.” - </p> - <p> - He opened the door, and we stepped into the hall. The droning sound - swelled louder upon our ears until it became one long, deep wail of - distress. It came from upstairs. Holmes darted up, and I followed him. He - pushed open a half-closed door, and we both stood appalled at the sight - before us. - </p> - <p> - A woman, young and beautiful, was lying dead upon the bed. Her calm pale - face, with dim, wide-opened blue eyes, looked upward from amid a great - tangle of golden hair. At the foot of the bed, half sitting, half - kneeling, his face buried in the clothes, was a young man, whose frame was - racked by his sobs. So absorbed was he by his bitter grief, that he never - looked up until Holmes’s hand was on his shoulder. - </p> - <p> - “Are you Mr. Godfrey Staunton?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, yes, I am—but you are too late. She is dead.” - </p> - <p> - The man was so dazed that he could not be made to understand that we were - anything but doctors who had been sent to his assistance. Holmes was - endeavouring to utter a few words of consolation and to explain the alarm - which had been caused to his friends by his sudden disappearance when - there was a step upon the stairs, and there was the heavy, stern, - questioning face of Dr. Armstrong at the door. - </p> - <p> - “So, gentlemen,” said he, “you have attained your end and have certainly - chosen a particularly delicate moment for your intrusion. I would not - brawl in the presence of death, but I can assure you that if I were a - younger man your monstrous conduct would not pass with impunity.” - </p> - <p> - “Excuse me, Dr. Armstrong, I think we are a little at cross-purposes,” - said my friend, with dignity. “If you could step downstairs with us, we - may each be able to give some light to the other upon this miserable - affair.” - </p> - <p> - A minute later, the grim doctor and ourselves were in the sitting-room - below. - </p> - <p> - “Well, sir?” said he. - </p> - <p> - “I wish you to understand, in the first place, that I am not employed by - Lord Mount-James, and that my sympathies in this matter are entirely - against that nobleman. When a man is lost it is my duty to ascertain his - fate, but having done so the matter ends so far as I am concerned, and so - long as there is nothing criminal I am much more anxious to hush up - private scandals than to give them publicity. If, as I imagine, there is - no breach of the law in this matter, you can absolutely depend upon my - discretion and my cooperation in keeping the facts out of the papers.” - </p> - <p> - Dr. Armstrong took a quick step forward and wrung Holmes by the hand. - </p> - <p> - “You are a good fellow,” said he. “I had misjudged you. I thank heaven - that my compunction at leaving poor Staunton all alone in this plight - caused me to turn my carriage back and so to make your acquaintance. - Knowing as much as you do, the situation is very easily explained. A year - ago Godfrey Staunton lodged in London for a time and became passionately - attached to his landlady’s daughter, whom he married. She was as good as - she was beautiful and as intelligent as she was good. No man need be - ashamed of such a wife. But Godfrey was the heir to this crabbed old - nobleman, and it was quite certain that the news of his marriage would - have been the end of his inheritance. I knew the lad well, and I loved him - for his many excellent qualities. I did all I could to help him to keep - things straight. We did our very best to keep the thing from everyone, - for, when once such a whisper gets about, it is not long before everyone - has heard it. Thanks to this lonely cottage and his own discretion, - Godfrey has up to now succeeded. Their secret was known to no one save to - me and to one excellent servant, who has at present gone for assistance to - Trumpington. But at last there came a terrible blow in the shape of - dangerous illness to his wife. It was consumption of the most virulent - kind. The poor boy was half crazed with grief, and yet he had to go to - London to play this match, for he could not get out of it without - explanations which would expose his secret. I tried to cheer him up by - wire, and he sent me one in reply, imploring me to do all I could. This - was the telegram which you appear in some inexplicable way to have seen. I - did not tell him how urgent the danger was, for I knew that he could do no - good here, but I sent the truth to the girl’s father, and he very - injudiciously communicated it to Godfrey. The result was that he came - straight away in a state bordering on frenzy, and has remained in the same - state, kneeling at the end of her bed, until this morning death put an end - to her sufferings. That is all, Mr. Holmes, and I am sure that I can rely - upon your discretion and that of your friend.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes grasped the doctor’s hand. - </p> - <p> - “Come, Watson,” said he, and we passed from that house of grief into the - pale sunlight of the winter day. - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap12"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE</h2> - - <p> - It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning, towards the end of the - winter of ’97, that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was - Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face, and - told me at a glance that something was amiss. - </p> - <p> - “Come, Watson, come!” he cried. “The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your - clothes and come!” - </p> - <p> - Ten minutes later we were both in a cab, and rattling through the silent - streets on our way to Charing Cross Station. The first faint winter’s dawn - was beginning to appear, and we could dimly see the occasional figure of - an early workman as he passed us, blurred and indistinct in the opalescent - London reek. Holmes nestled in silence into his heavy coat, and I was glad - to do the same, for the air was most bitter, and neither of us had broken - our fast. - </p> - <p> - It was not until we had consumed some hot tea at the station and taken our - places in the Kentish train that we were sufficiently thawed, he to speak - and I to listen. Holmes drew a note from his pocket, and read aloud: - </p> - <p class="letter"> - Abbey Grange, Marsham, Kent, 3:30 A.M.<br> - MY DEAR MR. HOLMES: - </p> - <p class="letter"> - I should be very glad of your immediate assistance in what promises to be - a most remarkable case. It is something quite in your line. Except for - releasing the lady I will see that everything is kept exactly as I have - found it, but I beg you not to lose an instant, as it is difficult to - leave Sir Eustace there. - </p> - <p class="right"> - Yours faithfully,<br> - STANLEY HOPKINS. - </p> - <p> - “Hopkins has called me in seven times, and on each occasion his summons - has been entirely justified,” said Holmes. “I fancy that every one of his - cases has found its way into your collection, and I must admit, Watson, - that you have some power of selection, which atones for much which I - deplore in your narratives. Your fatal habit of looking at everything from - the point of view of a story instead of as a scientific exercise has - ruined what might have been an instructive and even classical series of - demonstrations. You slur over work of the utmost finesse and delicacy, in - order to dwell upon sensational details which may excite, but cannot - possibly instruct, the reader.” - </p> - <p> - “Why do you not write them yourself?” I said, with some bitterness. - </p> - <p> - “I will, my dear Watson, I will. At present I am, as you know, fairly - busy, but I propose to devote my declining years to the composition of a - textbook, which shall focus the whole art of detection into one volume. - Our present research appears to be a case of murder.” - </p> - <p> - “You think this Sir Eustace is dead, then?” - </p> - <p> - “I should say so. Hopkins’s writing shows considerable agitation, and he - is not an emotional man. Yes, I gather there has been violence, and that - the body is left for our inspection. A mere suicide would not have caused - him to send for me. As to the release of the lady, it would appear that - she has been locked in her room during the tragedy. We are moving in high - life, Watson, crackling paper, ‘E.B.’ monogram, coat-of-arms, picturesque - address. I think that friend Hopkins will live up to his reputation, and - that we shall have an interesting morning. The crime was committed before - twelve last night.” - </p> - <p> - “How can you possibly tell?” - </p> - <p> - “By an inspection of the trains, and by reckoning the time. The local - police had to be called in, they had to communicate with Scotland Yard, - Hopkins had to go out, and he in turn had to send for me. All that makes a - fair night’s work. Well, here we are at Chiselhurst Station, and we shall - soon set our doubts at rest.” - </p> - <p> - A drive of a couple of miles through narrow country lanes brought us to a - park gate, which was opened for us by an old lodge-keeper, whose haggard - face bore the reflection of some great disaster. The avenue ran through a - noble park, between lines of ancient elms, and ended in a low, widespread - house, pillared in front after the fashion of Palladio. The central part - was evidently of a great age and shrouded in ivy, but the large windows - showed that modern changes had been carried out, and one wing of the house - appeared to be entirely new. The youthful figure and alert, eager face of - Inspector Stanley Hopkins confronted us in the open doorway. - </p> - <p> - “I’m very glad you have come, Mr. Holmes. And you, too, Dr. Watson. But, - indeed, if I had my time over again, I should not have troubled you, for - since the lady has come to herself, she has given so clear an account of - the affair that there is not much left for us to do. You remember that - Lewisham gang of burglars?” - </p> - <p> - “What, the three Randalls?” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly; the father and two sons. It’s their work. I have not a doubt of - it. They did a job at Sydenham a fortnight ago and were seen and - described. Rather cool to do another so soon and so near, but it is they, - beyond all doubt. It’s a hanging matter this time.” - </p> - <p> - “Sir Eustace is dead, then?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, his head was knocked in with his own poker.” - </p> - <p> - “Sir Eustace Brackenstall, the driver tells me.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly—one of the richest men in Kent—Lady Brackenstall is - in the morning-room. Poor lady, she has had a most dreadful experience. - She seemed half dead when I saw her first. I think you had best see her - and hear her account of the facts. Then we will examine the dining-room - together.” - </p> - <p> - Lady Brackenstall was no ordinary person. Seldom have I seen so graceful a - figure, so womanly a presence, and so beautiful a face. She was a blonde, - golden-haired, blue-eyed, and would no doubt have had the perfect - complexion which goes with such colouring, had not her recent experience - left her drawn and haggard. Her sufferings were physical as well as - mental, for over one eye rose a hideous, plum-coloured swelling, which her - maid, a tall, austere woman, was bathing assiduously with vinegar and - water. The lady lay back exhausted upon a couch, but her quick, observant - gaze, as we entered the room, and the alert expression of her beautiful - features, showed that neither her wits nor her courage had been shaken by - her terrible experience. She was enveloped in a loose dressing-gown of - blue and silver, but a black sequin-covered dinner-dress lay upon the - couch beside her. - </p> - <p> - “I have told you all that happened, Mr. Hopkins,” she said, wearily. - “Could you not repeat it for me? Well, if you think it necessary, I will - tell these gentlemen what occurred. Have they been in the dining-room - yet?” - </p> - <p> - “I thought they had better hear your ladyship’s story first.” - </p> - <p> - “I shall be glad when you can arrange matters. It is horrible to me to - think of him still lying there.” She shuddered and buried her face in her - hands. As she did so, the loose gown fell back from her forearms. Holmes - uttered an exclamation. - </p> - <p> - “You have other injuries, madam! What is this?” Two vivid red spots stood - out on one of the white, round limbs. She hastily covered it. - </p> - <p> - “It is nothing. It has no connection with this hideous business to-night. - If you and your friend will sit down, I will tell you all I can. - </p> - <p> - “I am the wife of Sir Eustace Brackenstall. I have been married about a - year. I suppose that it is no use my attempting to conceal that our - marriage has not been a happy one. I fear that all our neighbours would - tell you that, even if I were to attempt to deny it. Perhaps the fault may - be partly mine. I was brought up in the freer, less conventional - atmosphere of South Australia, and this English life, with its proprieties - and its primness, is not congenial to me. But the main reason lies in the - one fact, which is notorious to everyone, and that is that Sir Eustace was - a confirmed drunkard. To be with such a man for an hour is unpleasant. Can - you imagine what it means for a sensitive and high-spirited woman to be - tied to him for day and night? It is a sacrilege, a crime, a villainy to - hold that such a marriage is binding. I say that these monstrous laws of - yours will bring a curse upon the land—God will not let such - wickedness endure.” For an instant she sat up, her cheeks flushed, and her - eyes blazing from under the terrible mark upon her brow. Then the strong, - soothing hand of the austere maid drew her head down on to the cushion, - and the wild anger died away into passionate sobbing. At last she - continued: - </p> - <p> - “I will tell you about last night. You are aware, perhaps, that in this - house all the servants sleep in the modern wing. This central block is - made up of the dwelling-rooms, with the kitchen behind and our bedroom - above. My maid, Theresa, sleeps above my room. There is no one else, and - no sound could alarm those who are in the farther wing. This must have - been well-known to the robbers, or they would not have acted as they did. - </p> - <p> - “Sir Eustace retired about half-past ten. The servants had already gone to - their quarters. Only my maid was up, and she had remained in her room at - the top of the house until I needed her services. I sat until after eleven - in this room, absorbed in a book. Then I walked round to see that all was - right before I went upstairs. It was my custom to do this myself, for, as - I have explained, Sir Eustace was not always to be trusted. I went into - the kitchen, the butler’s pantry, the gun-room, the billiard-room, the - drawing-room, and finally the dining-room. As I approached the window, - which is covered with thick curtains, I suddenly felt the wind blow upon - my face and realized that it was open. I flung the curtain aside and found - myself face to face with a broad-shouldered elderly man, who had just - stepped into the room. The window is a long French one, which really forms - a door leading to the lawn. I held my bedroom candle lit in my hand, and, - by its light, behind the first man I saw two others, who were in the act - of entering. I stepped back, but the fellow was on me in an instant. He - caught me first by the wrist and then by the throat. I opened my mouth to - scream, but he struck me a savage blow with his fist over the eye, and - felled me to the ground. I must have been unconscious for a few minutes, - for when I came to myself, I found that they had torn down the bell-rope, - and had secured me tightly to the oaken chair which stands at the head of - the dining-table. I was so firmly bound that I could not move, and a - handkerchief round my mouth prevented me from uttering a sound. It was at - this instant that my unfortunate husband entered the room. He had - evidently heard some suspicious sounds, and he came prepared for such a - scene as he found. He was dressed in nightshirt and trousers, with his - favourite blackthorn cudgel in his hand. He rushed at the burglars, but - another—it was an elderly man—stooped, picked the poker out of - the grate and struck him a horrible blow as he passed. He fell with a - groan and never moved again. I fainted once more, but again it could only - have been for a very few minutes during which I was insensible. When I - opened my eyes I found that they had collected the silver from the - sideboard, and they had drawn a bottle of wine which stood there. Each of - them had a glass in his hand. I have already told you, have I not, that - one was elderly, with a beard, and the others young, hairless lads. They - might have been a father with his two sons. They talked together in - whispers. Then they came over and made sure that I was securely bound. - Finally they withdrew, closing the window after them. It was quite a - quarter of an hour before I got my mouth free. When I did so, my screams - brought the maid to my assistance. The other servants were soon alarmed, - and we sent for the local police, who instantly communicated with London. - That is really all that I can tell you, gentlemen, and I trust that it - will not be necessary for me to go over so painful a story again.” - </p> - <p> - “Any questions, Mr. Holmes?” asked Hopkins. - </p> - <p> - “I will not impose any further tax upon Lady Brackenstall’s patience and - time,” said Holmes. “Before I go into the dining-room, I should like to - hear your experience.” He looked at the maid. - </p> - <p> - “I saw the men before ever they came into the house,” said she. “As I sat - by my bedroom window I saw three men in the moonlight down by the lodge - gate yonder, but I thought nothing of it at the time. It was more than an - hour after that I heard my mistress scream, and down I ran, to find her, - poor lamb, just as she says, and him on the floor, with his blood and - brains over the room. It was enough to drive a woman out of her wits, tied - there, and her very dress spotted with him, but she never wanted courage, - did Miss Mary Fraser of Adelaide and Lady Brackenstall of Abbey Grange - hasn’t learned new ways. You’ve questioned her long enough, you gentlemen, - and now she is coming to her own room, just with her old Theresa, to get - the rest that she badly needs.” - </p> - <p> - With a motherly tenderness the gaunt woman put her arm round her mistress - and led her from the room. - </p> - <p> - “She has been with her all her life,” said Hopkins. “Nursed her as a baby, - and came with her to England when they first left Australia, eighteen - months ago. Theresa Wright is her name, and the kind of maid you don’t - pick up nowadays. This way, Mr. Holmes, if you please!” - </p> - <p> - The keen interest had passed out of Holmes’s expressive face, and I knew - that with the mystery all the charm of the case had departed. There still - remained an arrest to be effected, but what were these commonplace rogues - that he should soil his hands with them? An abstruse and learned - specialist who finds that he has been called in for a case of measles - would experience something of the annoyance which I read in my friend’s - eyes. Yet the scene in the dining-room of the Abbey Grange was - sufficiently strange to arrest his attention and to recall his waning - interest. - </p> - <p> - It was a very large and high chamber, with carved oak ceiling, oaken - panelling, and a fine array of deer’s heads and ancient weapons around the - walls. At the further end from the door was the high French window of - which we had heard. Three smaller windows on the right-hand side filled - the apartment with cold winter sunshine. On the left was a large, deep - fireplace, with a massive, overhanging oak mantelpiece. Beside the - fireplace was a heavy oaken chair with arms and cross-bars at the bottom. - In and out through the open woodwork was woven a crimson cord, which was - secured at each side to the crosspiece below. In releasing the lady, the - cord had been slipped off her, but the knots with which it had been - secured still remained. These details only struck our attention - afterwards, for our thoughts were entirely absorbed by the terrible object - which lay upon the tigerskin hearthrug in front of the fire. - </p> - <p> - It was the body of a tall, well-made man, about forty years of age. He lay - upon his back, his face upturned, with his white teeth grinning through - his short, black beard. His two clenched hands were raised above his head, - and a heavy, blackthorn stick lay across them. His dark, handsome, - aquiline features were convulsed into a spasm of vindictive hatred, which - had set his dead face in a terribly fiendish expression. He had evidently - been in his bed when the alarm had broken out, for he wore a foppish, - embroidered nightshirt, and his bare feet projected from his trousers. His - head was horribly injured, and the whole room bore witness to the savage - ferocity of the blow which had struck him down. Beside him lay the heavy - poker, bent into a curve by the concussion. Holmes examined both it and - the indescribable wreck which it had wrought. - </p> - <p> - “He must be a powerful man, this elder Randall,” he remarked. - </p> - <p> - “Yes,” said Hopkins. “I have some record of the fellow, and he is a rough - customer.” - </p> - <p> - “You should have no difficulty in getting him.” - </p> - <p> - “Not the slightest. We have been on the look-out for him, and there was - some idea that he had got away to America. Now that we know that the gang - are here, I don’t see how they can escape. We have the news at every - seaport already, and a reward will be offered before evening. What beats - me is how they could have done so mad a thing, knowing that the lady could - describe them and that we could not fail to recognize the description.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. One would have expected that they would silence Lady - Brackenstall as well.” - </p> - <p> - “They may not have realized,” I suggested, “that she had recovered from - her faint.” - </p> - <p> - “That is likely enough. If she seemed to be senseless, they would not take - her life. What about this poor fellow, Hopkins? I seem to have heard some - queer stories about him.” - </p> - <p> - “He was a good-hearted man when he was sober, but a perfect fiend when he - was drunk, or rather when he was half drunk, for he seldom really went the - whole way. The devil seemed to be in him at such times, and he was capable - of anything. From what I hear, in spite of all his wealth and his title, - he very nearly came our way once or twice. There was a scandal about his - drenching a dog with petroleum and setting it on fire—her ladyship’s - dog, to make the matter worse—and that was only hushed up with - difficulty. Then he threw a decanter at that maid, Theresa Wright—there - was trouble about that. On the whole, and between ourselves, it will be a - brighter house without him. What are you looking at now?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes was down on his knees, examining with great attention the knots - upon the red cord with which the lady had been secured. Then he carefully - scrutinized the broken and frayed end where it had snapped off when the - burglar had dragged it down. - </p> - <p> - “When this was pulled down, the bell in the kitchen must have rung - loudly,” he remarked. - </p> - <p> - “No one could hear it. The kitchen stands right at the back of the house.” - </p> - <p> - “How did the burglar know no one would hear it? How dared he pull at a - bell-rope in that reckless fashion?” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly, Mr. Holmes, exactly. You put the very question which I have - asked myself again and again. There can be no doubt that this fellow must - have known the house and its habits. He must have perfectly understood - that the servants would all be in bed at that comparatively early hour, - and that no one could possibly hear a bell ring in the kitchen. Therefore, - he must have been in close league with one of the servants. Surely that is - evident. But there are eight servants, and all of good character.” - </p> - <p> - “Other things being equal,” said Holmes, “one would suspect the one at - whose head the master threw a decanter. And yet that would involve - treachery towards the mistress to whom this woman seems devoted. Well, - well, the point is a minor one, and when you have Randall you will - probably find no difficulty in securing his accomplice. The lady’s story - certainly seems to be corroborated, if it needed corroboration, by every - detail which we see before us.” He walked to the French window and threw - it open. “There are no signs here, but the ground is iron hard, and one - would not expect them. I see that these candles in the mantelpiece have - been lighted.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, it was by their light and that of the lady’s bedroom candle, that - the burglars saw their way about.” - </p> - <p> - “And what did they take?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, they did not take much—only half a dozen articles of plate - off the sideboard. Lady Brackenstall thinks that they were themselves so - disturbed by the death of Sir Eustace that they did not ransack the house, - as they would otherwise have done.” - </p> - <p> - “No doubt that is true, and yet they drank some wine, I understand.” - </p> - <p> - “To steady their nerves.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. These three glasses upon the sideboard have been untouched, I - suppose?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, and the bottle stands as they left it.” - </p> - <p> - “Let us look at it. Halloa, halloa! What is this?” - </p> - <p> - The three glasses were grouped together, all of them tinged with wine, and - one of them containing some dregs of beeswing. The bottle stood near them, - two-thirds full, and beside it lay a long, deeply stained cork. Its - appearance and the dust upon the bottle showed that it was no common - vintage which the murderers had enjoyed. - </p> - <p> - A change had come over Holmes’s manner. He had lost his listless - expression, and again I saw an alert light of interest in his keen, - deep-set eyes. He raised the cork and examined it minutely. - </p> - <p> - “How did they draw it?” he asked. - </p> - <p> - Hopkins pointed to a half-opened drawer. In it lay some table linen and a - large corkscrew. - </p> - <p> - “Did Lady Brackenstall say that screw was used?” - </p> - <p> - “No, you remember that she was senseless at the moment when the bottle was - opened.” - </p> - <p> - “Quite so. As a matter of fact, that screw was <i>not</i> used. This bottle was - opened by a pocket screw, probably contained in a knife, and not more than - an inch and a half long. If you will examine the top of the cork, you will - observe that the screw was driven in three times before the cork was - extracted. It has never been transfixed. This long screw would have - transfixed it and drawn it up with a single pull. When you catch this - fellow, you will find that he has one of these multiplex knives in his - possession.” - </p> - <p> - “Excellent!” said Hopkins. - </p> - <p> - “But these glasses do puzzle me, I confess. Lady Brackenstall actually <i>saw</i> - the three men drinking, did she not?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes; she was clear about that.” - </p> - <p> - “Then there is an end of it. What more is to be said? And yet, you must - admit, that the three glasses are very remarkable, Hopkins. What? You see - nothing remarkable? Well, well, let it pass. Perhaps, when a man has - special knowledge and special powers like my own, it rather encourages him - to seek a complex explanation when a simpler one is at hand. Of course, it - must be a mere chance about the glasses. Well, good-morning, Hopkins. I - don’t see that I can be of any use to you, and you appear to have your - case very clear. You will let me know when Randall is arrested, and any - further developments which may occur. I trust that I shall soon have to - congratulate you upon a successful conclusion. Come, Watson, I fancy that - we may employ ourselves more profitably at home.” - </p> - <p> - During our return journey, I could see by Holmes’s face that he was much - puzzled by something which he had observed. Every now and then, by an - effort, he would throw off the impression, and talk as if the matter were - clear, but then his doubts would settle down upon him again, and his - knitted brows and abstracted eyes would show that his thoughts had gone - back once more to the great dining-room of the Abbey Grange, in which this - midnight tragedy had been enacted. At last, by a sudden impulse, just as - our train was crawling out of a suburban station, he sprang on to the - platform and pulled me out after him. - </p> - <p> - “Excuse me, my dear fellow,” said he, as we watched the rear carriages of - our train disappearing round a curve, “I am sorry to make you the victim - of what may seem a mere whim, but on my life, Watson, I simply <i>can’t</i> leave - that case in this condition. Every instinct that I possess cries out - against it. It’s wrong—it’s all wrong—I’ll swear that it’s - wrong. And yet the lady’s story was complete, the maid’s corroboration was - sufficient, the detail was fairly exact. What have I to put up against - that? Three wine-glasses, that is all. But if I had not taken things for - granted, if I had examined everything with the care which I should have - shown had we approached the case <i>de novo</i> and had no cut-and-dried story to - warp my mind, should I not then have found something more definite to go - upon? Of course I should. Sit down on this bench, Watson, until a train - for Chiselhurst arrives, and allow me to lay the evidence before you, - imploring you in the first instance to dismiss from your mind the idea - that anything which the maid or her mistress may have said must - necessarily be true. The lady’s charming personality must not be permitted - to warp our judgment. - </p> - <p> - “Surely there are details in her story which, if we looked at in cold - blood, would excite our suspicion. These burglars made a considerable haul - at Sydenham a fortnight ago. Some account of them and of their appearance - was in the papers, and would naturally occur to anyone who wished to - invent a story in which imaginary robbers should play a part. As a matter - of fact, burglars who have done a good stroke of business are, as a rule, - only too glad to enjoy the proceeds in peace and quiet without embarking - on another perilous undertaking. Again, it is unusual for burglars to - operate at so early an hour, it is unusual for burglars to strike a lady - to prevent her screaming, since one would imagine that was the sure way to - make her scream, it is unusual for them to commit murder when their - numbers are sufficient to overpower one man, it is unusual for them to be - content with a limited plunder when there was much more within their - reach, and finally, I should say, that it was very unusual for such men to - leave a bottle half empty. How do all these unusuals strike you, Watson?” - </p> - <p> - “Their cumulative effect is certainly considerable, and yet each of them - is quite possible in itself. The most unusual thing of all, as it seems to - me, is that the lady should be tied to the chair.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I am not so clear about that, Watson, for it is evident that they - must either kill her or else secure her in such a way that she could not - give immediate notice of their escape. But at any rate I have shown, have - I not, that there is a certain element of improbability about the lady’s - story? And now, on the top of this, comes the incident of the - wineglasses.” - </p> - <p> - “What about the wineglasses?” - </p> - <p> - “Can you see them in your mind’s eye?” - </p> - <p> - “I see them clearly.” - </p> - <p> - “We are told that three men drank from them. Does that strike you as - likely?” - </p> - <p> - “Why not? There was wine in each glass.” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly, but there was beeswing only in one glass. You must have noticed - that fact. What does that suggest to your mind?” - </p> - <p> - “The last glass filled would be most likely to contain beeswing.” - </p> - <p> - “Not at all. The bottle was full of it, and it is inconceivable that the - first two glasses were clear and the third heavily charged with it. There - are two possible explanations, and only two. One is that after the second - glass was filled the bottle was violently agitated, and so the third glass - received the beeswing. That does not appear probable. No, no, I am sure - that I am right.” - </p> - <p> - “What, then, do you suppose?” - </p> - <p> - “That only two glasses were used, and that the dregs of both were poured - into a third glass, so as to give the false impression that three people - had been here. In that way all the beeswing would be in the last glass, - would it not? Yes, I am convinced that this is so. But if I have hit upon - the true explanation of this one small phenomenon, then in an instant the - case rises from the commonplace to the exceedingly remarkable, for it can - only mean that Lady Brackenstall and her maid have deliberately lied to - us, that not one word of their story is to be believed, that they have - some very strong reason for covering the real criminal, and that we must - construct our case for ourselves without any help from them. That is the - mission which now lies before us, and here, Watson, is the Sydenham - train.” - </p> - <p> - The household at the Abbey Grange were much surprised at our return, but - Sherlock Holmes, finding that Stanley Hopkins had gone off to report to - headquarters, took possession of the dining-room, locked the door upon the - inside, and devoted himself for two hours to one of those minute and - laborious investigations which form the solid basis on which his brilliant - edifices of deduction were reared. Seated in a corner like an interested - student who observes the demonstration of his professor, I followed every - step of that remarkable research. The window, the curtains, the carpet, - the chair, the rope—each in turn was minutely examined and duly - pondered. The body of the unfortunate baronet had been removed, and all - else remained as we had seen it in the morning. Finally, to my - astonishment, Holmes climbed up on to the massive mantelpiece. Far above - his head hung the few inches of red cord which were still attached to the - wire. For a long time he gazed upward at it, and then in an attempt to get - nearer to it he rested his knee upon a wooden bracket on the wall. This - brought his hand within a few inches of the broken end of the rope, but it - was not this so much as the bracket itself which seemed to engage his - attention. Finally, he sprang down with an ejaculation of satisfaction. - </p> - <p> - “It’s all right, Watson,” said he. “We have got our case—one of the - most remarkable in our collection. But, dear me, how slow-witted I have - been, and how nearly I have committed the blunder of my lifetime! Now, I - think that, with a few missing links, my chain is almost complete.” - </p> - <p> - “You have got your men?” - </p> - <p> - “Man, Watson, man. Only one, but a very formidable person. Strong as a - lion—witness the blow that bent that poker! Six foot three in - height, active as a squirrel, dexterous with his fingers, finally, - remarkably quick-witted, for this whole ingenious story is of his - concoction. Yes, Watson, we have come upon the handiwork of a very - remarkable individual. And yet, in that bell-rope, he has given us a clue - which should not have left us a doubt.” - </p> - <p> - “Where was the clue?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, if you were to pull down a bell-rope, Watson, where would you - expect it to break? Surely at the spot where it is attached to the wire. - Why should it break three inches from the top, as this one has done?” - </p> - <p> - “Because it is frayed there?” - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. This end, which we can examine, is frayed. He was cunning enough - to do that with his knife. But the other end is not frayed. You could not - observe that from here, but if you were on the mantelpiece you would see - that it is cut clean off without any mark of fraying whatever. You can - reconstruct what occurred. The man needed the rope. He would not tear it - down for fear of giving the alarm by ringing the bell. What did he do? He - sprang up on the mantelpiece, could not quite reach it, put his knee on - the bracket—you will see the impression in the dust—and so got - his knife to bear upon the cord. I could not reach the place by at least - three inches—from which I infer that he is at least three inches a - bigger man than I. Look at that mark upon the seat of the oaken chair! - What is it?” - </p> - <p> - “Blood.” - </p> - <p> - “Undoubtedly it is blood. This alone puts the lady’s story out of court. - If she were seated on the chair when the crime was done, how comes that - mark? No, no, she was placed in the chair <i>after</i> the death of her husband. - I’ll wager that the black dress shows a corresponding mark to this. We - have not yet met our Waterloo, Watson, but this is our Marengo, for it - begins in defeat and ends in victory. I should like now to have a few - words with the nurse, Theresa. We must be wary for a while, if we are to - get the information which we want.” - </p> - <p> - She was an interesting person, this stern Australian nurse—taciturn, - suspicious, ungracious, it took some time before Holmes’s pleasant manner - and frank acceptance of all that she said thawed her into a corresponding - amiability. She did not attempt to conceal her hatred for her late - employer. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, it is true that he threw the decanter at me. I heard him call - my mistress a name, and I told him that he would not dare to speak so if - her brother had been there. Then it was that he threw it at me. He might - have thrown a dozen if he had but left my bonny bird alone. He was forever - ill-treating her, and she too proud to complain. She will not even tell me - all that he has done to her. She never told me of those marks on her arm - that you saw this morning, but I know very well that they come from a stab - with a hatpin. The sly devil—God forgive me that I should speak of - him so, now that he is dead! But a devil he was, if ever one walked the - earth. He was all honey when first we met him—only eighteen months - ago, and we both feel as if it were eighteen years. She had only just - arrived in London. Yes, it was her first voyage—she had never been - from home before. He won her with his title and his money and his false - London ways. If she made a mistake she has paid for it, if ever a woman - did. What month did we meet him? Well, I tell you it was just after we - arrived. We arrived in June, and it was July. They were married in January - of last year. Yes, she is down in the morning-room again, and I have no - doubt she will see you, but you must not ask too much of her, for she has - gone through all that flesh and blood will stand.” - </p> - <p> - Lady Brackenstall was reclining on the same couch, but looked brighter - than before. The maid had entered with us, and began once more to foment - the bruise upon her mistress’s brow. - </p> - <p> - “I hope,” said the lady, “that you have not come to cross-examine me - again?” - </p> - <p> - “No,” Holmes answered, in his gentlest voice, “I will not cause you any - unnecessary trouble, Lady Brackenstall, and my whole desire is to make - things easy for you, for I am convinced that you are a much-tried woman. - If you will treat me as a friend and trust me, you may find that I will - justify your trust.” - </p> - <p> - “What do you want me to do?” - </p> - <p> - “To tell me the truth.” - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes!” - </p> - <p> - “No, no, Lady Brackenstall—it is no use. You may have heard of any - little reputation which I possess. I will stake it all on the fact that - your story is an absolute fabrication.” - </p> - <p> - Mistress and maid were both staring at Holmes with pale faces and - frightened eyes. - </p> - <p> - “You are an impudent fellow!” cried Theresa. “Do you mean to say that my - mistress has told a lie?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes rose from his chair. - </p> - <p> - “Have you nothing to tell me?” - </p> - <p> - “I have told you everything.” - </p> - <p> - “Think once more, Lady Brackenstall. Would it not be better to be frank?” - </p> - <p> - For an instant there was hesitation in her beautiful face. Then some new - strong thought caused it to set like a mask. - </p> - <p> - “I have told you all I know.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes took his hat and shrugged his shoulders. “I am sorry,” he said, and - without another word we left the room and the house. There was a pond in - the park, and to this my friend led the way. It was frozen over, but a - single hole was left for the convenience of a solitary swan. Holmes gazed - at it, and then passed on to the lodge gate. There he scribbled a short - note for Stanley Hopkins, and left it with the lodge-keeper. - </p> - <p> - “It may be a hit, or it may be a miss, but we are bound to do something - for friend Hopkins, just to justify this second visit,” said he. “I will - not quite take him into my confidence yet. I think our next scene of - operations must be the shipping office of the Adelaide-Southampton line, - which stands at the end of Pall Mall, if I remember right. There is a - second line of steamers which connect South Australia with England, but we - will draw the larger cover first.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes’s card sent in to the manager ensured instant attention, and he was - not long in acquiring all the information he needed. In June of ’95, only - one of their line had reached a home port. It was the <i>Rock of Gibraltar</i>, - their largest and best boat. A reference to the passenger list showed that - Miss Fraser, of Adelaide, with her maid had made the voyage in her. The - boat was now somewhere south of the Suez Canal on her way to Australia. - Her officers were the same as in ’95, with one exception. The first - officer, Mr. Jack Crocker, had been made a captain and was to take charge - of their new ship, the <i>Bass Rock</i>, sailing in two days’ time from - Southampton. He lived at Sydenham, but he was likely to be in that morning - for instructions, if we cared to wait for him. - </p> - <p> - No, Mr. Holmes had no desire to see him, but would be glad to know more - about his record and character. - </p> - <p> - His record was magnificent. There was not an officer in the fleet to touch - him. As to his character, he was reliable on duty, but a wild, desperate - fellow off the deck of his ship—hot-headed, excitable, but loyal, - honest, and kind-hearted. That was the pith of the information with which - Holmes left the office of the Adelaide-Southampton company. Thence he - drove to Scotland Yard, but, instead of entering, he sat in his cab with - his brows drawn down, lost in profound thought. Finally he drove round to - the Charing Cross telegraph office, sent off a message, and then, at last, - we made for Baker Street once more. - </p> - <p> - “No, I couldn’t do it, Watson,” said he, as we reentered our room. “Once - that warrant was made out, nothing on earth would save him. Once or twice - in my career I feel that I have done more real harm by my discovery of the - criminal than ever he had done by his crime. I have learned caution now, - and I had rather play tricks with the law of England than with my own - conscience. Let us know a little more before we act.” - </p> - <p> - Before evening, we had a visit from Inspector Stanley Hopkins. Things were - not going very well with him. - </p> - <p> - “I believe that you are a wizard, Mr. Holmes. I really do sometimes think - that you have powers that are not human. Now, how on earth could you know - that the stolen silver was at the bottom of that pond?” - </p> - <p> - “I didn’t know it.” - </p> - <p> - “But you told me to examine it.” - </p> - <p> - “You got it, then?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I got it.” - </p> - <p> - “I am very glad if I have helped you.” - </p> - <p> - “But you haven’t helped me. You have made the affair far more difficult. - What sort of burglars are they who steal silver and then throw it into the - nearest pond?” - </p> - <p> - “It was certainly rather eccentric behaviour. I was merely going on the - idea that if the silver had been taken by persons who did not want it—who - merely took it for a blind, as it were—then they would naturally be - anxious to get rid of it.” - </p> - <p> - “But why should such an idea cross your mind?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I thought it was possible. When they came out through the French - window, there was the pond with one tempting little hole in the ice, right - in front of their noses. Could there be a better hiding-place?” - </p> - <p> - “Ah, a hiding-place—that is better!” cried Stanley Hopkins. “Yes, - yes, I see it all now! It was early, there were folk upon the roads, they - were afraid of being seen with the silver, so they sank it in the pond, - intending to return for it when the coast was clear. Excellent, Mr. Holmes—that - is better than your idea of a blind.” - </p> - <p> - “Quite so, you have got an admirable theory. I have no doubt that my own - ideas were quite wild, but you must admit that they have ended in - discovering the silver.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir—yes. It was all your doing. But I have had a bad setback.” - </p> - <p> - “A setback?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, Mr. Holmes. The Randall gang were arrested in New York this - morning.” - </p> - <p> - “Dear me, Hopkins! That is certainly rather against your theory that they - committed a murder in Kent last night.” - </p> - <p> - “It is fatal, Mr. Holmes—absolutely fatal. Still, there are other - gangs of three besides the Randalls, or it may be some new gang of which - the police have never heard.” - </p> - <p> - “Quite so, it is perfectly possible. What, are you off?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, Mr. Holmes, there is no rest for me until I have got to the bottom - of the business. I suppose you have no hint to give me?” - </p> - <p> - “I have given you one.” - </p> - <p> - “Which?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, I suggested a blind.” - </p> - <p> - “But why, Mr. Holmes, why?” - </p> - <p> - “Ah, that’s the question, of course. But I commend the idea to your mind. - You might possibly find that there was something in it. You won’t stop for - dinner? Well, good-bye, and let us know how you get on.” - </p> - <p> - Dinner was over, and the table cleared before Holmes alluded to the matter - again. He had lit his pipe and held his slippered feet to the cheerful - blaze of the fire. Suddenly he looked at his watch. - </p> - <p> - “I expect developments, Watson.” - </p> - <p> - “When?” - </p> - <p> - “Now—within a few minutes. I dare say you thought I acted rather - badly to Stanley Hopkins just now?” - </p> - <p> - “I trust your judgment.” - </p> - <p> - “A very sensible reply, Watson. You must look at it this way: what I know - is unofficial, what he knows is official. I have the right to private - judgment, but he has none. He must disclose all, or he is a traitor to his - service. In a doubtful case I would not put him in so painful a position, - and so I reserve my information until my own mind is clear upon the - matter.” - </p> - <p> - “But when will that be?” - </p> - <p> - “The time has come. You will now be present at the last scene of a - remarkable little drama.” - </p> - <p> - There was a sound upon the stairs, and our door was opened to admit as - fine a specimen of manhood as ever passed through it. He was a very tall - young man, golden-moustached, blue-eyed, with a skin which had been burned - by tropical suns, and a springy step, which showed that the huge frame was - as active as it was strong. He closed the door behind him, and then he - stood with clenched hands and heaving breast, choking down some - overmastering emotion. - </p> - <p> - “Sit down, Captain Crocker. You got my telegram?” - </p> - <p> - Our visitor sank into an armchair and looked from one to the other of us - with questioning eyes. - </p> - <p> - “I got your telegram, and I came at the hour you said. I heard that you - had been down to the office. There was no getting away from you. Let’s - hear the worst. What are you going to do with me? Arrest me? Speak out, - man! You can’t sit there and play with me like a cat with a mouse.” - </p> - <p> - “Give him a cigar,” said Holmes. “Bite on that, Captain Crocker, and don’t - let your nerves run away with you. I should not sit here smoking with you - if I thought that you were a common criminal, you may be sure of that. Be - frank with me and we may do some good. Play tricks with me, and I’ll crush - you.” - </p> - <p> - “What do you wish me to do?” - </p> - <p> - “To give me a true account of all that happened at the Abbey Grange last - night—a <i>true</i> account, mind you, with nothing added and nothing taken - off. I know so much already that if you go one inch off the straight, I’ll - blow this police whistle from my window and the affair goes out of my - hands forever.” - </p> - <p> - The sailor thought for a little. Then he struck his leg with his great - sunburned hand. - </p> - <p> - “I’ll chance it,” he cried. “I believe you are a man of your word, and a - white man, and I’ll tell you the whole story. But one thing I will say - first. So far as I am concerned, I regret nothing and I fear nothing, and - I would do it all again and be proud of the job. Damn the beast, if he had - as many lives as a cat, he would owe them all to me! But it’s the lady, - Mary—Mary Fraser—for never will I call her by that accursed - name. When I think of getting her into trouble, I who would give my life - just to bring one smile to her dear face, it’s that that turns my soul - into water. And yet—and yet—what less could I do? I’ll tell - you my story, gentlemen, and then I’ll ask you, as man to man, what less - could I do? - </p> - <p> - “I must go back a bit. You seem to know everything, so I expect that you - know that I met her when she was a passenger and I was first officer of - the <i>Rock of Gibraltar</i>. From the first day I met her, she was the only - woman to me. Every day of that voyage I loved her more, and many a time - since have I kneeled down in the darkness of the night watch and kissed - the deck of that ship because I knew her dear feet had trod it. She was - never engaged to me. She treated me as fairly as ever a woman treated a - man. I have no complaint to make. It was all love on my side, and all good - comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, - but I could never again be a free man. - </p> - <p> - “Next time I came back from sea, I heard of her marriage. Well, why - shouldn’t she marry whom she liked? Title and money—who could carry - them better than she? She was born for all that is beautiful and dainty. I - didn’t grieve over her marriage. I was not such a selfish hound as that. I - just rejoiced that good luck had come her way, and that she had not thrown - herself away on a penniless sailor. That’s how I loved Mary Fraser. - </p> - <p> - “Well, I never thought to see her again, but last voyage I was promoted, - and the new boat was not yet launched, so I had to wait for a couple of - months with my people at Sydenham. One day out in a country lane I met - Theresa Wright, her old maid. She told me all about her, about him, about - everything. I tell you, gentlemen, it nearly drove me mad. This drunken - hound, that he should dare to raise his hand to her, whose boots he was - not worthy to lick! I met Theresa again. Then I met Mary herself—and - met her again. Then she would meet me no more. But the other day I had a - notice that I was to start on my voyage within a week, and I determined - that I would see her once before I left. Theresa was always my friend, for - she loved Mary and hated this villain almost as much as I did. From her I - learned the ways of the house. Mary used to sit up reading in her own - little room downstairs. I crept round there last night and scratched at - the window. At first she would not open to me, but in her heart I know - that now she loves me, and she could not leave me in the frosty night. She - whispered to me to come round to the big front window, and I found it open - before me, so as to let me into the dining-room. Again I heard from her - own lips things that made my blood boil, and again I cursed this brute who - mishandled the woman I loved. Well, gentlemen, I was standing with her - just inside the window, in all innocence, as God is my judge, when he - rushed like a madman into the room, called her the vilest name that a man - could use to a woman, and welted her across the face with the stick he had - in his hand. I had sprung for the poker, and it was a fair fight between - us. See here, on my arm, where his first blow fell. Then it was my turn, - and I went through him as if he had been a rotten pumpkin. Do you think I - was sorry? Not I! It was his life or mine, but far more than that, it was - his life or hers, for how could I leave her in the power of this madman? - That was how I killed him. Was I wrong? Well, then, what would either of - you gentlemen have done, if you had been in my position? - </p> - <p> - “She had screamed when he struck her, and that brought old Theresa down - from the room above. There was a bottle of wine on the sideboard, and I - opened it and poured a little between Mary’s lips, for she was half dead - with shock. Then I took a drop myself. Theresa was as cool as ice, and it - was her plot as much as mine. We must make it appear that burglars had - done the thing. Theresa kept on repeating our story to her mistress, while - I swarmed up and cut the rope of the bell. Then I lashed her in her chair, - and frayed out the end of the rope to make it look natural, else they - would wonder how in the world a burglar could have got up there to cut it. - Then I gathered up a few plates and pots of silver, to carry out the idea - of the robbery, and there I left them, with orders to give the alarm when - I had a quarter of an hour’s start. I dropped the silver into the pond, - and made off for Sydenham, feeling that for once in my life I had done a - real good night’s work. And that’s the truth and the whole truth, Mr. - Holmes, if it costs me my neck.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes smoked for some time in silence. Then he crossed the room, and - shook our visitor by the hand. - </p> - <p> - “That’s what I think,” said he. “I know that every word is true, for you - have hardly said a word which I did not know. No one but an acrobat or a - sailor could have got up to that bell-rope from the bracket, and no one - but a sailor could have made the knots with which the cord was fastened to - the chair. Only once had this lady been brought into contact with sailors, - and that was on her voyage, and it was someone of her own class of life, - since she was trying hard to shield him, and so showing that she loved - him. You see how easy it was for me to lay my hands upon you when once I - had started upon the right trail.” - </p> - <p> - “I thought the police never could have seen through our dodge.” - </p> - <p> - “And the police haven’t, nor will they, to the best of my belief. Now, - look here, Captain Crocker, this is a very serious matter, though I am - willing to admit that you acted under the most extreme provocation to - which any man could be subjected. I am not sure that in defence of your - own life your action will not be pronounced legitimate. However, that is - for a British jury to decide. Meanwhile I have so much sympathy for you - that, if you choose to disappear in the next twenty-four hours, I will - promise you that no one will hinder you.” - </p> - <p> - “And then it will all come out?” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly it will come out.” - </p> - <p> - The sailor flushed with anger. - </p> - <p> - “What sort of proposal is that to make a man? I know enough of law to - understand that Mary would be held as accomplice. Do you think I would - leave her alone to face the music while I slunk away? No, sir, let them do - their worst upon me, but for heaven’s sake, Mr. Holmes, find some way of - keeping my poor Mary out of the courts.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes for a second time held out his hand to the sailor. - </p> - <p> - “I was only testing you, and you ring true every time. Well, it is a great - responsibility that I take upon myself, but I have given Hopkins an - excellent hint and if he can’t avail himself of it I can do no more. See - here, Captain Crocker, we’ll do this in due form of law. You are the - prisoner. Watson, you are a British jury, and I never met a man who was - more eminently fitted to represent one. I am the judge. Now, gentleman of - the jury, you have heard the evidence. Do you find the prisoner guilty or - not guilty?” - </p> - <p> - “Not guilty, my lord,” said I. - </p> - <p> - “<i>Vox populi, vox Dei</i>. You are acquitted, Captain Crocker. So long as the - law does not find some other victim you are safe from me. Come back to - this lady in a year, and may her future and yours justify us in the - judgment which we have pronounced this night!” - </p> - -</div><!--end chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2><a name="chap13"></a>THE ADVENTURE OF THE SECOND STAIN</h2> - - <p> - I had intended “The Adventure of the Abbey Grange” to be the last of those - exploits of my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, which I should ever - communicate to the public. This resolution of mine was not due to any lack - of material, since I have notes of many hundreds of cases to which I have - never alluded, nor was it caused by any waning interest on the part of my - readers in the singular personality and unique methods of this remarkable - man. The real reason lay in the reluctance which Mr. Holmes has shown to - the continued publication of his experiences. So long as he was in actual - professional practice the records of his successes were of some practical - value to him, but since he has definitely retired from London and betaken - himself to study and bee-farming on the Sussex Downs, notoriety has become - hateful to him, and he has peremptorily requested that his wishes in this - matter should be strictly observed. It was only upon my representing to - him that I had given a promise that “The Adventure of the Second Stain” - should be published when the times were ripe, and pointing out to him that - it is only appropriate that this long series of episodes should culminate - in the most important international case which he has ever been called - upon to handle, that I at last succeeded in obtaining his consent that a - carefully guarded account of the incident should at last be laid before - the public. If in telling the story I seem to be somewhat vague in certain - details, the public will readily understand that there is an excellent - reason for my reticence. - </p> - <p class="p2"> - It was, then, in a year, and even in a decade, that shall be nameless, - that upon one Tuesday morning in autumn we found two visitors of European - fame within the walls of our humble room in Baker Street. The one, - austere, high-nosed, eagle-eyed, and dominant, was none other than the - illustrious Lord Bellinger, twice Premier of Britain. The other, dark, - clear-cut, and elegant, hardly yet of middle age, and endowed with every - beauty of body and of mind, was the Right Honourable Trelawney Hope, - Secretary for European Affairs, and the most rising statesman in the - country. They sat side by side upon our paper-littered settee, and it was - easy to see from their worn and anxious faces that it was business of the - most pressing importance which had brought them. The Premier’s thin, - blue-veined hands were clasped tightly over the ivory head of his - umbrella, and his gaunt, ascetic face looked gloomily from Holmes to me. - The European Secretary pulled nervously at his moustache and fidgeted with - the seals of his watch-chain. - </p> - <p> - “When I discovered my loss, Mr. Holmes, which was at eight o’clock this - morning, I at once informed the Prime Minister. It was at his suggestion - that we have both come to you.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you informed the police?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir,” said the Prime Minister, with the quick, decisive manner for - which he was famous. “We have not done so, nor is it possible that we - should do so. To inform the police must, in the long run, mean to inform - the public. This is what we particularly desire to avoid.” - </p> - <p> - “And why, sir?” - </p> - <p> - “Because the document in question is of such immense importance that its - publication might very easily—I might almost say probably—lead - to European complications of the utmost moment. It is not too much to say - that peace or war may hang upon the issue. Unless its recovery can be - attended with the utmost secrecy, then it may as well not be recovered at - all, for all that is aimed at by those who have taken it is that its - contents should be generally known.” - </p> - <p> - “I understand. Now, Mr. Trelawney Hope, I should be much obliged if you - would tell me exactly the circumstances under which this document - disappeared.” - </p> - <p> - “That can be done in a very few words, Mr. Holmes. The letter—for it - was a letter from a foreign potentate—was received six days ago. It - was of such importance that I have never left it in my safe, but have - taken it across each evening to my house in Whitehall Terrace, and kept it - in my bedroom in a locked despatch-box. It was there last night. Of that I - am certain. I actually opened the box while I was dressing for dinner and - saw the document inside. This morning it was gone. The despatch-box had - stood beside the glass upon my dressing-table all night. I am a light - sleeper, and so is my wife. We are both prepared to swear that no one - could have entered the room during the night. And yet I repeat that the - paper is gone.” - </p> - <p> - “What time did you dine?” - </p> - <p> - “Half-past seven.” - </p> - <p> - “How long was it before you went to bed?” - </p> - <p> - “My wife had gone to the theatre. I waited up for her. It was half-past - eleven before we went to our room.” - </p> - <p> - “Then for four hours the despatch-box had lain unguarded?” - </p> - <p> - “No one is ever permitted to enter that room save the house-maid in the - morning, and my valet, or my wife’s maid, during the rest of the day. They - are both trusty servants who have been with us for some time. Besides, - neither of them could possibly have known that there was anything more - valuable than the ordinary departmental papers in my despatch-box.” - </p> - <p> - “Who did know of the existence of that letter?” - </p> - <p> - “No one in the house.” - </p> - <p> - “Surely your wife knew?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir. I had said nothing to my wife until I missed the paper this - morning.” - </p> - <p> - The Premier nodded approvingly. - </p> - <p> - “I have long known, sir, how high is your sense of public duty,” said he. - “I am convinced that in the case of a secret of this importance it would - rise superior to the most intimate domestic ties.” - </p> - <p> - The European Secretary bowed. - </p> - <p> - “You do me no more than justice, sir. Until this morning I have never - breathed one word to my wife upon this matter.” - </p> - <p> - “Could she have guessed?” - </p> - <p> - “No, Mr. Holmes, she could not have guessed—nor could anyone have - guessed.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you lost any documents before?” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Who is there in England who did know of the existence of this letter?” - </p> - <p> - “Each member of the Cabinet was informed of it yesterday, but the pledge - of secrecy which attends every Cabinet meeting was increased by the solemn - warning which was given by the Prime Minister. Good heavens, to think that - within a few hours I should myself have lost it!” His handsome face was - distorted with a spasm of despair, and his hands tore at his hair. For a - moment we caught a glimpse of the natural man, impulsive, ardent, keenly - sensitive. The next the aristocratic mask was replaced, and the gentle - voice had returned. “Besides the members of the Cabinet there are two, or - possibly three, departmental officials who know of the letter. No one else - in England, Mr. Holmes, I assure you.” - </p> - <p> - “But abroad?” - </p> - <p> - “I believe that no one abroad has seen it save the man who wrote it. I am - well convinced that his Ministers—that the usual official channels - have not been employed.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes considered for some little time. - </p> - <p> - “Now, sir, I must ask you more particularly what this document is, and why - its disappearance should have such momentous consequences?” - </p> - <p> - The two statesmen exchanged a quick glance and the Premier’s shaggy - eyebrows gathered in a frown. - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes, the envelope is a long, thin one of pale blue colour. There - is a seal of red wax stamped with a crouching lion. It is addressed in - large, bold handwriting to——” - </p> - <p> - “I fear, sir,” said Holmes, “that, interesting and indeed essential as - these details are, my inquiries must go more to the root of things. What - <i>was</i> the letter?” - </p> - <p> - “That is a State secret of the utmost importance, and I fear that I cannot - tell you, nor do I see that it is necessary. If by the aid of the powers - which you are said to possess you can find such an envelope as I describe - with its enclosure, you will have deserved well of your country, and - earned any reward which it lies in our power to bestow.” - </p> - <p> - Sherlock Holmes rose with a smile. - </p> - <p> - “You are two of the most busy men in the country,” said he, “and in my own - small way I have also a good many calls upon me. I regret exceedingly that - I cannot help you in this matter, and any continuation of this interview - would be a waste of time.” - </p> - <p> - The Premier sprang to his feet with that quick, fierce gleam of his - deep-set eyes before which a Cabinet has cowered. “I am not accustomed, - sir,” he began, but mastered his anger and resumed his seat. For a minute - or more we all sat in silence. Then the old statesman shrugged his - shoulders. - </p> - <p> - “We must accept your terms, Mr. Holmes. No doubt you are right, and it is - unreasonable for us to expect you to act unless we give you our entire - confidence.” - </p> - <p> - “I agree with you,” said the younger statesman. - </p> - <p> - “Then I will tell you, relying entirely upon your honour and that of your - colleague, Dr. Watson. I may appeal to your patriotism also, for I could - not imagine a greater misfortune for the country than that this affair - should come out.” - </p> - <p> - “You may safely trust us.” - </p> - <p> - “The letter, then, is from a certain foreign potentate who has been - ruffled by some recent Colonial developments of this country. It has been - written hurriedly and upon his own responsibility entirely. Inquiries have - shown that his Ministers know nothing of the matter. At the same time it - is couched in so unfortunate a manner, and certain phrases in it are of so - provocative a character, that its publication would undoubtedly lead to a - most dangerous state of feeling in this country. There would be such a - ferment, sir, that I do not hesitate to say that within a week of the - publication of that letter this country would be involved in a great war.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes wrote a name upon a slip of paper and handed it to the Premier. - </p> - <p> - “Exactly. It was he. And it is this letter—this letter which may - well mean the expenditure of a thousand millions and the lives of a - hundred thousand men—which has become lost in this unaccountable - fashion.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you informed the sender?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, a cipher telegram has been despatched.” - </p> - <p> - “Perhaps he desires the publication of the letter.” - </p> - <p> - “No, sir, we have strong reason to believe that he already understands - that he has acted in an indiscreet and hot-headed manner. It would be a - greater blow to him and to his country than to us if this letter were to - come out.” - </p> - <p> - “If this is so, whose interest is it that the letter should come out? Why - should anyone desire to steal it or to publish it?” - </p> - <p> - “There, Mr. Holmes, you take me into regions of high international - politics. But if you consider the European situation you will have no - difficulty in perceiving the motive. The whole of Europe is an armed camp. - There is a double league which makes a fair balance of military power. - Great Britain holds the scales. If Britain were driven into war with one - confederacy, it would assure the supremacy of the other confederacy, - whether they joined in the war or not. Do you follow?” - </p> - <p> - “Very clearly. It is then the interest of the enemies of this potentate to - secure and publish this letter, so as to make a breach between his country - and ours?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “And to whom would this document be sent if it fell into the hands of an - enemy?” - </p> - <p> - “To any of the great Chancelleries of Europe. It is probably speeding on - its way thither at the present instant as fast as steam can take it.” - </p> - <p> - Mr. Trelawney Hope dropped his head on his chest and groaned aloud. The - Premier placed his hand kindly upon his shoulder. - </p> - <p> - “It is your misfortune, my dear fellow. No one can blame you. There is no - precaution which you have neglected. Now, Mr. Holmes, you are in full - possession of the facts. What course do you recommend?” - </p> - <p> - Holmes shook his head mournfully. - </p> - <p> - “You think, sir, that unless this document is recovered there will be - war?” - </p> - <p> - “I think it is very probable.” - </p> - <p> - “Then, sir, prepare for war.” - </p> - <p> - “That is a hard saying, Mr. Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “Consider the facts, sir. It is inconceivable that it was taken after - eleven-thirty at night, since I understand that Mr. Hope and his wife were - both in the room from that hour until the loss was found out. It was - taken, then, yesterday evening between seven-thirty and eleven-thirty, - probably near the earlier hour, since whoever took it evidently knew that - it was there and would naturally secure it as early as possible. Now, sir, - if a document of this importance were taken at that hour, where can it be - now? No one has any reason to retain it. It has been passed rapidly on to - those who need it. What chance have we now to overtake or even to trace - it? It is beyond our reach.” - </p> - <p> - The Prime Minister rose from the settee. - </p> - <p> - “What you say is perfectly logical, Mr. Holmes. I feel that the matter is - indeed out of our hands.” - </p> - <p> - “Let us presume, for argument’s sake, that the document was taken by the - maid or by the valet——” - </p> - <p> - “They are both old and tried servants.” - </p> - <p> - “I understand you to say that your room is on the second floor, that there - is no entrance from without, and that from within no one could go up - unobserved. It must, then, be somebody in the house who has taken it. To - whom would the thief take it? To one of several international spies and - secret agents, whose names are tolerably familiar to me. There are three - who may be said to be the heads of their profession. I will begin my - research by going round and finding if each of them is at his post. If one - is missing—especially if he has disappeared since last night—we - will have some indication as to where the document has gone.” - </p> - <p> - “Why should he be missing?” asked the European Secretary. “He would take - the letter to an Embassy in London, as likely as not.” - </p> - <p> - “I fancy not. These agents work independently, and their relations with - the Embassies are often strained.” - </p> - <p> - The Prime Minister nodded his acquiescence. - </p> - <p> - “I believe you are right, Mr. Holmes. He would take so valuable a prize to - headquarters with his own hands. I think that your course of action is an - excellent one. Meanwhile, Hope, we cannot neglect all our other duties on - account of this one misfortune. Should there be any fresh developments - during the day we shall communicate with you, and you will no doubt let us - know the results of your own inquiries.” - </p> - <p> - The two statesmen bowed and walked gravely from the room. - </p> - <p> - When our illustrious visitors had departed Holmes lit his pipe in silence - and sat for some time lost in the deepest thought. I had opened the - morning paper and was immersed in a sensational crime which had occurred - in London the night before, when my friend gave an exclamation, sprang to - his feet, and laid his pipe down upon the mantelpiece. - </p> - <p> - “Yes,” said he, “there is no better way of approaching it. The situation - is desperate, but not hopeless. Even now, if we could be sure which of - them has taken it, it is just possible that it has not yet passed out of - his hands. After all, it is a question of money with these fellows, and I - have the British treasury behind me. If it’s on the market I’ll buy it—if - it means another penny on the income-tax. It is conceivable that the - fellow might hold it back to see what bids come from this side before he - tries his luck on the other. There are only those three capable of playing - so bold a game—there are Oberstein, La Rothiere, and Eduardo Lucas. - I will see each of them.” - </p> - <p> - I glanced at my morning paper. - </p> - <p> - “Is that Eduardo Lucas of Godolphin Street?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes.” - </p> - <p> - “You will not see him.” - </p> - <p> - “Why not?” - </p> - <p> - “He was murdered in his house last night.” - </p> - <p> - My friend has so often astonished me in the course of our adventures that - it was with a sense of exultation that I realized how completely I had - astonished him. He stared in amazement, and then snatched the paper from - my hands. This was the paragraph which I had been engaged in reading when - he rose from his chair: - </p> - <p class="center"> - MURDER IN WESTMINSTER - </p> - <p class="letter"> - A crime of mysterious character was committed last night at 16, Godolphin - Street, one of the old-fashioned and secluded rows of eighteenth century - houses which lie between the river and the Abbey, almost in the shadow of - the great Tower of the Houses of Parliament. This small but select mansion - has been inhabited for some years by Mr. Eduardo Lucas, well-known in - society circles both on account of his charming personality and because he - has the well-deserved reputation of being one of the best amateur tenors - in the country. Mr. Lucas is an unmarried man, thirty-four years of age, - and his establishment consists of Mrs. Pringle, an elderly housekeeper, - and of Mitton, his valet. The former retires early and sleeps at the top - of the house. The valet was out for the evening, visiting a friend at - Hammersmith. From ten o’clock onward Mr. Lucas had the house to himself. - What occurred during that time has not yet transpired, but at a quarter to - twelve Police-constable Barrett, passing along Godolphin Street observed - that the door of No. 16 was ajar. He knocked, but received no answer. - Perceiving a light in the front room, he advanced into the passage and - again knocked, but without reply. He then pushed open the door and - entered. The room was in a state of wild disorder, the furniture being all - swept to one side, and one chair lying on its back in the centre. Beside - this chair, and still grasping one of its legs, lay the unfortunate tenant - of the house. He had been stabbed to the heart and must have died - instantly. The knife with which the crime had been committed was a curved - Indian dagger, plucked down from a trophy of Oriental arms which adorned - one of the walls. Robbery does not appear to have been the motive of the - crime, for there had been no attempt to remove the valuable contents of - the room. Mr. Eduardo Lucas was so well-known and popular that his violent - and mysterious fate will arouse painful interest and intense sympathy in a - widespread circle of friends. - </p> - <p> - “Well, Watson, what do you make of this?” asked Holmes, after a long - pause. - </p> - <p> - “It is an amazing coincidence.” - </p> - <p> - “A coincidence! Here is one of the three men whom we had named as possible - actors in this drama, and he meets a violent death during the very hours - when we know that that drama was being enacted. The odds are enormous - against its being coincidence. No figures could express them. No, my dear - Watson, the two events are connected—<i>must</i> be connected. It is for us - to find the connection.” - </p> - <p> - “But now the official police must know all.” - </p> - <p> - “Not at all. They know all they see at Godolphin Street. They know—and - shall know—nothing of Whitehall Terrace. Only <i>we</i> know of both - events, and can trace the relation between them. There is one obvious - point which would, in any case, have turned my suspicions against Lucas. - Godolphin Street, Westminster, is only a few minutes’ walk from Whitehall - Terrace. The other secret agents whom I have named live in the extreme - West End. It was easier, therefore, for Lucas than for the others to - establish a connection or receive a message from the European Secretary’s - household—a small thing, and yet where events are compressed into a - few hours it may prove essential. Halloa! what have we here?” - </p> - <p> - Mrs. Hudson had appeared with a lady’s card upon her salver. Holmes - glanced at it, raised his eyebrows, and handed it over to me. - </p> - <p> - “Ask Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope if she will be kind enough to step up,” - said he. - </p> - <p> - A moment later our modest apartment, already so distinguished that - morning, was further honoured by the entrance of the most lovely woman in - London. I had often heard of the beauty of the youngest daughter of the - Duke of Belminster, but no description of it, and no contemplation of - colourless photographs, had prepared me for the subtle, delicate charm and - the beautiful colouring of that exquisite head. And yet as we saw it that - autumn morning, it was not its beauty which would be the first thing to - impress the observer. The cheek was lovely but it was paled with emotion, - the eyes were bright but it was the brightness of fever, the sensitive - mouth was tight and drawn in an effort after self-command. Terror—not - beauty—was what sprang first to the eye as our fair visitor stood - framed for an instant in the open door. - </p> - <p> - “Has my husband been here, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, madam, he has been here.” - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes. I implore you not to tell him that I came here.” Holmes bowed - coldly, and motioned the lady to a chair. - </p> - <p> - “Your ladyship places me in a very delicate position. I beg that you will - sit down and tell me what you desire, but I fear that I cannot make any - unconditional promise.” - </p> - <p> - She swept across the room and seated herself with her back to the window. - It was a queenly presence—tall, graceful, and intensely womanly. - “Mr. Holmes,” she said—and her white-gloved hands clasped and - unclasped as she spoke—“I will speak frankly to you in the hopes - that it may induce you to speak frankly in return. There is complete - confidence between my husband and me on all matters save one. That one is - politics. On this his lips are sealed. He tells me nothing. Now, I am - aware that there was a most deplorable occurrence in our house last night. - I know that a paper has disappeared. But because the matter is political - my husband refuses to take me into his complete confidence. Now it is - essential—essential, I say—that I should thoroughly understand - it. You are the only other person, save only these politicians, who knows - the true facts. I beg you then, Mr. Holmes, to tell me exactly what has - happened and what it will lead to. Tell me all, Mr. Holmes. Let no regard - for your client’s interests keep you silent, for I assure you that his - interests, if he would only see it, would be best served by taking me into - his complete confidence. What was this paper which was stolen?” - </p> - <p> - “Madam, what you ask me is really impossible.” - </p> - <p> - She groaned and sank her face in her hands. - </p> - <p> - “You must see that this is so, madam. If your husband thinks fit to keep - you in the dark over this matter, is it for me, who has only learned the - true facts under the pledge of professional secrecy, to tell what he has - withheld? It is not fair to ask it. It is him whom you must ask.” - </p> - <p> - “I have asked him. I come to you as a last resource. But without your - telling me anything definite, Mr. Holmes, you may do a great service if - you would enlighten me on one point.” - </p> - <p> - “What is it, madam?” - </p> - <p> - “Is my husband’s political career likely to suffer through this incident?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, madam, unless it is set right it may certainly have a very - unfortunate effect.” - </p> - <p> - “Ah!” She drew in her breath sharply as one whose doubts are resolved. - </p> - <p> - “One more question, Mr. Holmes. From an expression which my husband - dropped in the first shock of this disaster I understood that terrible - public consequences might arise from the loss of this document.” - </p> - <p> - “If he said so, I certainly cannot deny it.” - </p> - <p> - “Of what nature are they?” - </p> - <p> - “Nay, madam, there again you ask me more than I can possibly answer.” - </p> - <p> - “Then I will take up no more of your time. I cannot blame you, Mr. Holmes, - for having refused to speak more freely, and you on your side will not, I - am sure, think the worse of me because I desire, even against his will, to - share my husband’s anxieties. Once more I beg that you will say nothing of - my visit.” - </p> - <p> - She looked back at us from the door, and I had a last impression of that - beautiful haunted face, the startled eyes, and the drawn mouth. Then she - was gone. - </p> - <p> - “Now, Watson, the fair sex is your department,” said Holmes, with a smile, - when the dwindling <i>frou-frou</i> of skirts had ended in the slam of the front - door. “What was the fair lady’s game? What did she really want?” - </p> - <p> - “Surely her own statement is clear and her anxiety very natural.” - </p> - <p> - “Hum! Think of her appearance, Watson—her manner, her suppressed - excitement, her restlessness, her tenacity in asking questions. Remember - that she comes of a caste who do not lightly show emotion.” - </p> - <p> - “She was certainly much moved.” - </p> - <p> - “Remember also the curious earnestness with which she assured us that it - was best for her husband that she should know all. What did she mean by - that? And you must have observed, Watson, how she manœuvred to have the - light at her back. She did not wish us to read her expression.” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, she chose the one chair in the room.” - </p> - <p> - “And yet the motives of women are so inscrutable. You remember the woman - at Margate whom I suspected for the same reason. No powder on her nose—that - proved to be the correct solution. How can you build on such a quicksand? - Their most trivial action may mean volumes, or their most extraordinary - conduct may depend upon a hairpin or a curling tongs. Good-morning, - Watson.” - </p> - <p> - “You are off?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, I will while away the morning at Godolphin Street with our friends - of the regular establishment. With Eduardo Lucas lies the solution of our - problem, though I must admit that I have not an inkling as to what form it - may take. It is a capital mistake to theorize in advance of the facts. Do - you stay on guard, my good Watson, and receive any fresh visitors. I’ll - join you at lunch if I am able.” - </p> - <p class="p2"> - All that day and the next and the next Holmes was in a mood which his - friends would call taciturn, and others morose. He ran out and ran in, - smoked incessantly, played snatches on his violin, sank into reveries, - devoured sandwiches at irregular hours, and hardly answered the casual - questions which I put to him. It was evident to me that things were not - going well with him or his quest. He would say nothing of the case, and it - was from the papers that I learned the particulars of the inquest, and the - arrest with the subsequent release of John Mitton, the valet of the - deceased. The coroner’s jury brought in the obvious Wilful Murder, but the - parties remained as unknown as ever. No motive was suggested. The room was - full of articles of value, but none had been taken. The dead man’s papers - had not been tampered with. They were carefully examined, and showed that - he was a keen student of international politics, an indefatigable gossip, - a remarkable linguist, and an untiring letter writer. He had been on - intimate terms with the leading politicians of several countries. But - nothing sensational was discovered among the documents which filled his - drawers. As to his relations with women, they appeared to have been - promiscuous but superficial. He had many acquaintances among them, but few - friends, and no one whom he loved. His habits were regular, his conduct - inoffensive. His death was an absolute mystery and likely to remain so. - </p> - <p> - As to the arrest of John Mitton, the valet, it was a council of despair as - an alternative to absolute inaction. But no case could be sustained - against him. He had visited friends in Hammersmith that night. The <i>alibi</i> - was complete. It is true that he started home at an hour which should have - brought him to Westminster before the time when the crime was discovered, - but his own explanation that he had walked part of the way seemed probable - enough in view of the fineness of the night. He had actually arrived at - twelve o’clock, and appeared to be overwhelmed by the unexpected tragedy. - He had always been on good terms with his master. Several of the dead - man’s possessions—notably a small case of razors—had been - found in the valet’s boxes, but he explained that they had been presents - from the deceased, and the housekeeper was able to corroborate the story. - Mitton had been in Lucas’s employment for three years. It was noticeable - that Lucas did not take Mitton on the Continent with him. Sometimes he - visited Paris for three months on end, but Mitton was left in charge of - the Godolphin Street house. As to the housekeeper, she had heard nothing - on the night of the crime. If her master had a visitor he had himself - admitted him. - </p> - <p> - So for three mornings the mystery remained, so far as I could follow it in - the papers. If Holmes knew more, he kept his own counsel, but, as he told - me that Inspector Lestrade had taken him into his confidence in the case, - I knew that he was in close touch with every development. Upon the fourth - day there appeared a long telegram from Paris which seemed to solve the - whole question. - </p> - <p class="letter"> - A discovery has just been made by the Parisian police (said the <i>Daily - Telegraph</i>) which raises the veil which hung round the tragic fate of Mr. - Eduardo Lucas, who met his death by violence last Monday night at - Godolphin Street, Westminster. Our readers will remember that the deceased - gentleman was found stabbed in his room, and that some suspicion attached - to his valet, but that the case broke down on an <i>alibi</i>. Yesterday a lady, - who has been known as Mme. Henri Fournaye, occupying a small villa in the - Rue Austerlitz, was reported to the authorities by her servants as being - insane. An examination showed she had indeed developed mania of a - dangerous and permanent form. On inquiry, the police have discovered that - Mme. Henri Fournaye only returned from a journey to London on Tuesday - last, and there is evidence to connect her with the crime at Westminster. - A comparison of photographs has proved conclusively that M. Henri Fournaye - and Eduardo Lucas were really one and the same person, and that the - deceased had for some reason lived a double life in London and Paris. Mme. - Fournaye, who is of Creole origin, is of an extremely excitable nature, - and has suffered in the past from attacks of jealousy which have amounted - to frenzy. It is conjectured that it was in one of these that she - committed the terrible crime which has caused such a sensation in London. - Her movements upon the Monday night have not yet been traced, but it is - undoubted that a woman answering to her description attracted much - attention at Charing Cross Station on Tuesday morning by the wildness of - her appearance and the violence of her gestures. It is probable, - therefore, that the crime was either committed when insane, or that its - immediate effect was to drive the unhappy woman out of her mind. At - present she is unable to give any coherent account of the past, and the - doctors hold out no hopes of the reestablishment of her reason. There is - evidence that a woman, who might have been Mme. Fournaye, was seen for - some hours upon Monday night watching the house in Godolphin Street. - </p> - <p> - “What do you think of that, Holmes?” I had read the account aloud to him, - while he finished his breakfast. - </p> - <p> - “My dear Watson,” said he, as he rose from the table and paced up and down - the room, “You are most long-suffering, but if I have told you nothing in - the last three days, it is because there is nothing to tell. Even now this - report from Paris does not help us much.” - </p> - <p> - “Surely it is final as regards the man’s death.” - </p> - <p> - “The man’s death is a mere incident—a trivial episode—in - comparison with our real task, which is to trace this document and save a - European catastrophe. Only one important thing has happened in the last - three days, and that is that nothing has happened. I get reports almost - hourly from the government, and it is certain that nowhere in Europe is - there any sign of trouble. Now, if this letter were loose—no, it - <i>can’t</i> be loose—but if it isn’t loose, where can it be? Who has it? - Why is it held back? That’s the question that beats in my brain like a - hammer. Was it, indeed, a coincidence that Lucas should meet his death on - the night when the letter disappeared? Did the letter ever reach him? If - so, why is it not among his papers? Did this mad wife of his carry it off - with her? If so, is it in her house in Paris? How could I search for it - without the French police having their suspicions aroused? It is a case, - my dear Watson, where the law is as dangerous to us as the criminals are. - Every man’s hand is against us, and yet the interests at stake are - colossal. Should I bring it to a successful conclusion, it will certainly - represent the crowning glory of my career. Ah, here is my latest from the - front!” He glanced hurriedly at the note which had been handed in. - “Halloa! Lestrade seems to have observed something of interest. Put on - your hat, Watson, and we will stroll down together to Westminster.” - </p> - <p> - It was my first visit to the scene of the crime—a high, dingy, - narrow-chested house, prim, formal, and solid, like the century which gave - it birth. Lestrade’s bulldog features gazed out at us from the front - window, and he greeted us warmly when a big constable had opened the door - and let us in. The room into which we were shown was that in which the - crime had been committed, but no trace of it now remained save an ugly, - irregular stain upon the carpet. This carpet was a small square drugget in - the centre of the room, surrounded by a broad expanse of beautiful, - old-fashioned wood-flooring in square blocks, highly polished. Over the - fireplace was a magnificent trophy of weapons, one of which had been used - on that tragic night. In the window was a sumptuous writing-desk, and - every detail of the apartment, the pictures, the rugs, and the hangings, - all pointed to a taste which was luxurious to the verge of effeminacy. - </p> - <p> - “Seen the Paris news?” asked Lestrade. - </p> - <p> - Holmes nodded. - </p> - <p> - “Our French friends seem to have touched the spot this time. No doubt it’s - just as they say. She knocked at the door—surprise visit, I guess, - for he kept his life in water-tight compartments—he let her in, - couldn’t keep her in the street. She told him how she had traced him, - reproached him. One thing led to another, and then with that dagger so - handy the end soon came. It wasn’t all done in an instant, though, for - these chairs were all swept over yonder, and he had one in his hand as if - he had tried to hold her off with it. We’ve got it all clear as if we had - seen it.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes raised his eyebrows. - </p> - <p> - “And yet you have sent for me?” - </p> - <p> - “Ah, yes, that’s another matter—a mere trifle, but the sort of thing - you take an interest in—queer, you know, and what you might call - freakish. It has nothing to do with the main fact—can’t have, on the - face of it.” - </p> - <p> - “What is it, then?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, you know, after a crime of this sort we are very careful to keep - things in their position. Nothing has been moved. Officer in charge here - day and night. This morning, as the man was buried and the investigation - over—so far as this room is concerned—we thought we could tidy - up a bit. This carpet. You see, it is not fastened down, only just laid - there. We had occasion to raise it. We found——” - </p> - <p> - “Yes? You found——” - </p> - <p> - Holmes’s face grew tense with anxiety. - </p> - <p> - “Well, I’m sure you would never guess in a hundred years what we did find. - You see that stain on the carpet? Well, a great deal must have soaked - through, must it not?” - </p> - <p> - “Undoubtedly it must.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, you will be surprised to hear that there is no stain on the white - woodwork to correspond.” - </p> - <p> - “No stain! But there must——” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, so you would say. But the fact remains that there isn’t.” - </p> - <p> - He took the corner of the carpet in his hand and, turning it over, he - showed that it was indeed as he said. - </p> - <p> - “But the under side is as stained as the upper. It must have left a mark.” - </p> - <p> - Lestrade chuckled with delight at having puzzled the famous expert. - </p> - <p> - “Now, I’ll show you the explanation. There <i>is</i> a second stain, but it does - not correspond with the other. See for yourself.” As he spoke he turned - over another portion of the carpet, and there, sure enough, was a great - crimson spill upon the square white facing of the old-fashioned floor. - “What do you make of that, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “Why, it is simple enough. The two stains did correspond, but the carpet - has been turned round. As it was square and unfastened it was easily - done.” - </p> - <p> - “The official police don’t need you, Mr. Holmes, to tell them that the - carpet must have been turned round. That’s clear enough, for the stains - lie above each other—if you lay it over this way. But what I want to - know is, who shifted the carpet, and why?” - </p> - <p> - I could see from Holmes’s rigid face that he was vibrating with inward - excitement. - </p> - <p> - “Look here, Lestrade,” said he, “has that constable in the passage been in - charge of the place all the time?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, he has.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, take my advice. Examine him carefully. Don’t do it before us. We’ll - wait here. You take him into the back room. You’ll be more likely to get a - confession out of him alone. Ask him how he dared to admit people and - leave them alone in this room. Don’t ask him if he has done it. Take it - for granted. Tell him you <i>know</i> someone has been here. Press him. Tell him - that a full confession is his only chance of forgiveness. Do exactly what - I tell you!” - </p> - <p> - “By George, if he knows I’ll have it out of him!” cried Lestrade. He - darted into the hall, and a few moments later his bullying voice sounded - from the back room. - </p> - <p> - “Now, Watson, now!” cried Holmes with frenzied eagerness. All the - demoniacal force of the man masked behind that listless manner burst out - in a paroxysm of energy. He tore the drugget from the floor, and in an - instant was down on his hands and knees clawing at each of the squares of - wood beneath it. One turned sideways as he dug his nails into the edge of - it. It hinged back like the lid of a box. A small black cavity opened - beneath it. Holmes plunged his eager hand into it and drew it out with a - bitter snarl of anger and disappointment. It was empty. - </p> - <p> - “Quick, Watson, quick! Get it back again!” The wooden lid was replaced, - and the drugget had only just been drawn straight when Lestrade’s voice - was heard in the passage. He found Holmes leaning languidly against the - mantelpiece, resigned and patient, endeavouring to conceal his - irrepressible yawns. - </p> - <p> - “Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Holmes, I can see that you are bored to - death with the whole affair. Well, he has confessed, all right. Come in - here, MacPherson. Let these gentlemen hear of your most inexcusable - conduct.” - </p> - <p> - The big constable, very hot and penitent, sidled into the room. - </p> - <p> - “I meant no harm, sir, I’m sure. The young woman came to the door last - evening—mistook the house, she did. And then we got talking. It’s - lonesome, when you’re on duty here all day.” - </p> - <p> - “Well, what happened then?” - </p> - <p> - “She wanted to see where the crime was done—had read about it in the - papers, she said. She was a very respectable, well-spoken young woman, - sir, and I saw no harm in letting her have a peep. When she saw that mark - on the carpet, down she dropped on the floor, and lay as if she were dead. - I ran to the back and got some water, but I could not bring her to. Then I - went round the corner to the Ivy Plant for some brandy, and by the time I - had brought it back the young woman had recovered and was off—ashamed - of herself, I daresay, and dared not face me.” - </p> - <p> - “How about moving that drugget?” - </p> - <p> - “Well, sir, it was a bit rumpled, certainly, when I came back. You see, - she fell on it and it lies on a polished floor with nothing to keep it in - place. I straightened it out afterwards.” - </p> - <p> - “It’s a lesson to you that you can’t deceive me, Constable MacPherson,” - said Lestrade, with dignity. “No doubt you thought that your breach of - duty could never be discovered, and yet a mere glance at that drugget was - enough to convince me that someone had been admitted to the room. It’s - lucky for you, my man, that nothing is missing, or you would find yourself - in Queer Street. I’m sorry to have called you down over such a petty - business, Mr. Holmes, but I thought the point of the second stain not - corresponding with the first would interest you.” - </p> - <p> - “Certainly, it was most interesting. Has this woman only been here once, - constable?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, only once.” - </p> - <p> - “Who was she?” - </p> - <p> - “Don’t know the name, sir. Was answering an advertisement about - typewriting and came to the wrong number—very pleasant, genteel - young woman, sir.” - </p> - <p> - “Tall? Handsome?” - </p> - <p> - “Yes, sir, she was a well-grown young woman. I suppose you might say she - was handsome. Perhaps some would say she was very handsome. ‘Oh, officer, - do let me have a peep!’ says she. She had pretty, coaxing ways, as you - might say, and I thought there was no harm in letting her just put her - head through the door.” - </p> - <p> - “How was she dressed?” - </p> - <p> - “Quiet, sir—a long mantle down to her feet.” - </p> - <p> - “What time was it?” - </p> - <p> - “It was just growing dusk at the time. They were lighting the lamps as I - came back with the brandy.” - </p> - <p> - “Very good,” said Holmes. “Come, Watson, I think that we have more - important work elsewhere.” - </p> - <p> - As we left the house Lestrade remained in the front room, while the - repentant constable opened the door to let us out. Holmes turned on the - step and held up something in his hand. The constable stared intently. - </p> - <p> - “Good Lord, sir!” he cried, with amazement on his face. Holmes put his - finger on his lips, replaced his hand in his breast pocket, and burst out - laughing as we turned down the street. “Excellent!” said he. “Come, friend - Watson, the curtain rings up for the last act. You will be relieved to - hear that there will be no war, that the Right Honourable Trelawney Hope - will suffer no setback in his brilliant career, that the indiscreet - Sovereign will receive no punishment for his indiscretion, that the Prime - Minister will have no European complication to deal with, and that with a - little tact and management upon our part nobody will be a penny the worse - for what might have been a very ugly incident.” - </p> - <p> - My mind filled with admiration for this extraordinary man. - </p> - <p> - “You have solved it!” I cried. - </p> - <p> - “Hardly that, Watson. There are some points which are as dark as ever. But - we have so much that it will be our own fault if we cannot get the rest. - We will go straight to Whitehall Terrace and bring the matter to a head.” - </p> - <p> - When we arrived at the residence of the European Secretary it was for Lady - Hilda Trelawney Hope that Sherlock Holmes inquired. We were shown into the - morning-room. - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes!” said the lady, and her face was pink with her indignation. - “This is surely most unfair and ungenerous upon your part. I desired, as I - have explained, to keep my visit to you a secret, lest my husband should - think that I was intruding into his affairs. And yet you compromise me by - coming here and so showing that there are business relations between us.” - </p> - <p> - “Unfortunately, madam, I had no possible alternative. I have been - commissioned to recover this immensely important paper. I must therefore - ask you, madam, to be kind enough to place it in my hands.” - </p> - <p> - The lady sprang to her feet, with the colour all dashed in an instant from - her beautiful face. Her eyes glazed—she tottered—I thought - that she would faint. Then with a grand effort she rallied from the shock, - and a supreme astonishment and indignation chased every other expression - from her features. - </p> - <p> - “You—you insult me, Mr. Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “Come, come, madam, it is useless. Give up the letter.” - </p> - <p> - She darted to the bell. - </p> - <p> - “The butler shall show you out.” - </p> - <p> - “Do not ring, Lady Hilda. If you do, then all my earnest efforts to avoid - a scandal will be frustrated. Give up the letter and all will be set - right. If you will work with me I can arrange everything. If you work - against me I must expose you.” - </p> - <p> - She stood grandly defiant, a queenly figure, her eyes fixed upon his as if - she would read his very soul. Her hand was on the bell, but she had - forborne to ring it. - </p> - <p> - “You are trying to frighten me. It is not a very manly thing, Mr. Holmes, - to come here and browbeat a woman. You say that you know something. What - is it that you know?” - </p> - <p> - “Pray sit down, madam. You will hurt yourself there if you fall. I will - not speak until you sit down. Thank you.” - </p> - <p> - “I give you five minutes, Mr. Holmes.” - </p> - <p> - “One is enough, Lady Hilda. I know of your visit to Eduardo Lucas, of your - giving him this document, of your ingenious return to the room last night, - and of the manner in which you took the letter from the hiding-place under - the carpet.” - </p> - <p> - She stared at him with an ashen face and gulped twice before she could - speak. - </p> - <p> - “You are mad, Mr. Holmes—you are mad!” she cried, at last. - </p> - <p> - He drew a small piece of cardboard from his pocket. It was the face of a - woman cut out of a portrait. - </p> - <p> - “I have carried this because I thought it might be useful,” said he. “The - policeman has recognized it.” - </p> - <p> - She gave a gasp, and her head dropped back in the chair. - </p> - <p> - “Come, Lady Hilda. You have the letter. The matter may still be adjusted. - I have no desire to bring trouble to you. My duty ends when I have - returned the lost letter to your husband. Take my advice and be frank with - me. It is your only chance.” - </p> - <p> - Her courage was admirable. Even now she would not own defeat. - </p> - <p> - “I tell you again, Mr. Holmes, that you are under some absurd illusion.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes rose from his chair. - </p> - <p> - “I am sorry for you, Lady Hilda. I have done my best for you. I can see - that it is all in vain.” - </p> - <p> - He rang the bell. The butler entered. - </p> - <p> - “Is Mr. Trelawney Hope at home?” - </p> - <p> - “He will be home, sir, at a quarter to one.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes glanced at his watch. - </p> - <p> - “Still a quarter of an hour,” said he. “Very good, I shall wait.” - </p> - <p> - The butler had hardly closed the door behind him when Lady Hilda was down - on her knees at Holmes’s feet, her hands outstretched, her beautiful face - upturned and wet with her tears. - </p> - <p> - “Oh, spare me, Mr. Holmes! Spare me!” she pleaded, in a frenzy of - supplication. “For heaven’s sake, don’t tell him! I love him so! I would - not bring one shadow on his life, and this I know would break his noble - heart.” - </p> - <p> - Holmes raised the lady. “I am thankful, madam, that you have come to your - senses even at this last moment! There is not an instant to lose. Where is - the letter?” - </p> - <p> - She darted across to a writing-desk, unlocked it, and drew out a long blue - envelope. - </p> - <p> - “Here it is, Mr. Holmes. Would to heaven I had never seen it!” - </p> - <p> - “How can we return it?” Holmes muttered. “Quick, quick, we must think of - some way! Where is the despatch-box?” - </p> - <p> - “Still in his bedroom.” - </p> - <p> - “What a stroke of luck! Quick, madam, bring it here!” A moment later she - had appeared with a red flat box in her hand. - </p> - <p> - “How did you open it before? You have a duplicate key? Yes, of course you - have. Open it!” - </p> - <p> - From out of her bosom Lady Hilda had drawn a small key. The box flew open. - It was stuffed with papers. Holmes thrust the blue envelope deep down into - the heart of them, between the leaves of some other document. The box was - shut, locked, and returned to the bedroom. - </p> - <p> - “Now we are ready for him,” said Holmes. “We have still ten minutes. I am - going far to screen you, Lady Hilda. In return you will spend the time in - telling me frankly the real meaning of this extraordinary affair.” - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes, I will tell you everything,” cried the lady. “Oh, Mr. Holmes, - I would cut off my right hand before I gave him a moment of sorrow! There - is no woman in all London who loves her husband as I do, and yet if he - knew how I have acted—how I have been compelled to act—he - would never forgive me. For his own honour stands so high that he could - not forget or pardon a lapse in another. Help me, Mr. Holmes! My - happiness, his happiness, our very lives are at stake!” - </p> - <p> - “Quick, madam, the time grows short!” - </p> - <p> - “It was a letter of mine, Mr. Holmes, an indiscreet letter written before - my marriage—a foolish letter, a letter of an impulsive, loving girl. - I meant no harm, and yet he would have thought it criminal. Had he read - that letter his confidence would have been forever destroyed. It is years - since I wrote it. I had thought that the whole matter was forgotten. Then - at last I heard from this man, Lucas, that it had passed into his hands, - and that he would lay it before my husband. I implored his mercy. He said - that he would return my letter if I would bring him a certain document - which he described in my husband’s despatch-box. He had some spy in the - office who had told him of its existence. He assured me that no harm could - come to my husband. Put yourself in my position, Mr. Holmes! What was I to - do?” - </p> - <p> - “Take your husband into your confidence.” - </p> - <p> - “I could not, Mr. Holmes, I could not! On the one side seemed certain - ruin, on the other, terrible as it seemed to take my husband’s paper, - still in a matter of politics I could not understand the consequences, - while in a matter of love and trust they were only too clear to me. I did - it, Mr. Holmes! I took an impression of his key. This man, Lucas, - furnished a duplicate. I opened his despatch-box, took the paper, and - conveyed it to Godolphin Street.” - </p> - <p> - “What happened there, madam?” - </p> - <p> - “I tapped at the door as agreed. Lucas opened it. I followed him into his - room, leaving the hall door ajar behind me, for I feared to be alone with - the man. I remember that there was a woman outside as I entered. Our - business was soon done. He had my letter on his desk, I handed him the - document. He gave me the letter. At this instant there was a sound at the - door. There were steps in the passage. Lucas quickly turned back the - drugget, thrust the document into some hiding-place there, and covered it - over. - </p> - <p> - “What happened after that is like some fearful dream. I have a vision of a - dark, frantic face, of a woman’s voice, which screamed in French, ‘My - waiting is not in vain. At last, at last I have found you with her!’ There - was a savage struggle. I saw him with a chair in his hand, a knife gleamed - in hers. I rushed from the horrible scene, ran from the house, and only - next morning in the paper did I learn the dreadful result. That night I - was happy, for I had my letter, and I had not seen yet what the future - would bring. - </p> - <p> - “It was the next morning that I realized that I had only exchanged one - trouble for another. My husband’s anguish at the loss of his paper went to - my heart. I could hardly prevent myself from there and then kneeling down - at his feet and telling him what I had done. But that again would mean a - confession of the past. I came to you that morning in order to understand - the full enormity of my offence. From the instant that I grasped it my - whole mind was turned to the one thought of getting back my husband’s - paper. It must still be where Lucas had placed it, for it was concealed - before this dreadful woman entered the room. If it had not been for her - coming, I should not have known where his hiding-place was. How was I to - get into the room? For two days I watched the place, but the door was - never left open. Last night I made a last attempt. What I did and how I - succeeded, you have already learned. I brought the paper back with me, and - thought of destroying it, since I could see no way of returning it without - confessing my guilt to my husband. Heavens, I hear his step upon the - stair!” - </p> - <p> - The European Secretary burst excitedly into the room. “Any news, Mr. - Holmes, any news?” he cried. - </p> - <p> - “I have some hopes.” - </p> - <p> - “Ah, thank heaven!” His face became radiant. “The Prime Minister is - lunching with me. May he share your hopes? He has nerves of steel, and yet - I know that he has hardly slept since this terrible event. Jacobs, will - you ask the Prime Minister to come up? As to you, dear, I fear that this - is a matter of politics. We will join you in a few minutes in the - dining-room.” - </p> - <p> - The Prime Minister’s manner was subdued, but I could see by the gleam of - his eyes and the twitchings of his bony hands that he shared the - excitement of his young colleague. - </p> - <p> - “I understand that you have something to report, Mr. Holmes?” - </p> - <p> - “Purely negative as yet,” my friend answered. “I have inquired at every - point where it might be, and I am sure that there is no danger to be - apprehended.” - </p> - <p> - “But that is not enough, Mr. Holmes. We cannot live forever on such a - volcano. We must have something definite.” - </p> - <p> - “I am in hopes of getting it. That is why I am here. The more I think of - the matter the more convinced I am that the letter has never left this - house.” - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes!” - </p> - <p> - “If it had it would certainly have been public by now.” - </p> - <p> - “But why should anyone take it in order to keep it in his house?” - </p> - <p> - “I am not convinced that anyone did take it.” - </p> - <p> - “Then how could it leave the despatch-box?” - </p> - <p> - “I am not convinced that it ever did leave the despatch-box.” - </p> - <p> - “Mr. Holmes, this joking is very ill-timed. You have my assurance that it - left the box.” - </p> - <p> - “Have you examined the box since Tuesday morning?” - </p> - <p> - “No. It was not necessary.” - </p> - <p> - “You may conceivably have overlooked it.” - </p> - <p> - “Impossible, I say.” - </p> - <p> - “But I am not convinced of it. I have known such things to happen. I - presume there are other papers there. Well, it may have got mixed with - them.” - </p> - <p> - “It was on the top.” - </p> - <p> - “Someone may have shaken the box and displaced it.” - </p> - <p> - “No, no, I had everything out.” - </p> - <p> - “Surely it is easily decided, Hope,” said the Premier. “Let us have the - despatch-box brought in.” - </p> - <p> - The Secretary rang the bell. - </p> - <p> - “Jacobs, bring down my despatch-box. This is a farcical waste of time, but - still, if nothing else will satisfy you, it shall be done. Thank you, - Jacobs, put it here. I have always had the key on my watch-chain. Here are - the papers, you see. Letter from Lord Merrow, report from Sir Charles - Hardy, memorandum from Belgrade, note on the Russo-German grain taxes, - letter from Madrid, note from Lord Flowers——Good heavens! what - is this? Lord Bellinger! Lord Bellinger!” - </p> - <p> - The Premier snatched the blue envelope from his hand. - </p> - <p> - “Yes, it is it—and the letter is intact. Hope, I congratulate you.” - </p> - <p> - “Thank you! Thank you! What a weight from my heart. But this is - inconceivable—impossible. Mr. Holmes, you are a wizard, a sorcerer! - How did you know it was there?” - </p> - <p> - “Because I knew it was nowhere else.” - </p> - <p> - “I cannot believe my eyes!” He ran wildly to the door. “Where is my wife? - I must tell her that all is well. Hilda! Hilda!” we heard his voice on the - stairs. - </p> - <p> - The Premier looked at Holmes with twinkling eyes. - </p> - <p> - “Come, sir,” said he. “There is more in this than meets the eye. 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