THE RETURN OF SHERLOCK HOLMES | |
Arthur Conan Doyle | |
Table of contents | |
The Adventure of the Empty House | |
The Adventure of the Norwood Builder | |
The Adventure of the Dancing Men | |
The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist | |
The Adventure of the Priory School | |
The Adventure of Black Peter | |
The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton | |
The Adventure of the Six Napoleons | |
The Adventure of the Three Students | |
The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez | |
The Adventure of the Missing Three-Quarter | |
The Adventure of the Abbey Grange | |
The Adventure of the Second Stain | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE EMPTY HOUSE | |
It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London was interested, | |
and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of the Honourable | |
Ronald Adair under most unusual and inexplicable circumstances. 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 have done so had I not been barred by a positive | |
prohibition from his own lips, which was only withdrawn upon the | |
third of last month. | |
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 wilful 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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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 had | |
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 bank-notes 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. | |
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, it would indeed be a | |
remarkable shot who could with a revolver inflict so deadly a wound. | |
Again, Park Lane is a frequented thoroughfare, and 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. | |
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, The Origin of Tree Worship, | |
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. | |
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 | |
water-pipe 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. | |
"You're surprised to see me, sir," said he, in a strange, croaking | |
voice. | |
I acknowledged that I was. | |
"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." | |
"You make too much of a trifle," said I. "May I ask how you knew who | |
I was?" | |
"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 British Birds, and Catullus, and The Holy | |
War--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?" | |
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. | |
"My dear Watson," said the well-remembered voice, "I owe you a | |
thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected." | |
I gripped him by the arm. | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"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 am overjoyed to see you. Sit down and tell me how | |
you came alive out of that dreadful chasm." | |
He sat opposite to me and lit a cigarette in his old nonchalant | |
manner. He was dressed in the seedy frock-coat 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. | |
"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 co-operation, 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." | |
"I am full of curiosity. I should much prefer to hear now." | |
"You'll come with me to-night?" | |
"When you like and where you like." | |
"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." | |
"You never were in it?" | |
"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." | |
I listened with amazement to this explanation, which Holmes delivered | |
between the puffs of his cigarette. | |
"But the tracks!" I cried. "I saw with my own eyes that two went down | |
the path and none returned." | |
"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 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. | |
"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. This 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 upwards, 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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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 Llama. 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 Montpelier, 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 arm-chair 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." | |
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." | |
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. | |
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. | |
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 forwards 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. | |
"Do you know where we are?" he whispered. | |
"Surely that is Baker Street," I answered, staring through the dim | |
window. | |
"Exactly. We are in Camden House, which stands opposite to our own | |
old quarters." | |
"But why are we here?" | |
"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 our little | |
adventures? We will see if my three years of absence have entirely | |
taken away my power to surprise you." | |
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. | |
"Well?" said he. | |
"Good heavens!" I cried. "It is marvellous." | |
"I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite | |
variety,'" said he, and I recognised in his voice the joy and pride | |
which the artist takes in his own creation. "It really is rather like | |
me, is it not?" | |
"I should be prepared to swear that it was you." | |
"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." | |
"But why?" | |
"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." | |
"And you thought the rooms were watched?" | |
"I knew that they were watched." | |
"By whom?" | |
"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." | |
"How do you know?" | |
"Because I recognised 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 him." | |
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 upwards. | |
"The shadow has moved!" I cried. | |
It was, indeed, no longer the profile, but the back, which was turned | |
towards us. | |
Three years had certainly not smoothed the asperities of his temper | |
or his impatience with a less active intelligence than his own. | |
"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. | |
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-block. 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 fore sight. 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. | |
"That you, Lestrade?" said Holmes. | |
"Yes, Mr. Holmes. I took the job myself. It's good to see you back in | |
London, sir." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
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!" | |
"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." | |
The Colonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance. "You | |
cunning, cunning fiend!" was all that he could say. | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"I wonder that my very simple stratagem could deceive so old a | |
shikari," 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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
Colonel Moran turned to the official detective. | |
"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." | |
"Well, that's reasonable enough," said Lestrade. "Nothing further you | |
have to say, Mr. Holmes, before we go?" | |
Holmes had picked up the powerful air-gun from the floor and was | |
examining its mechanism. | |
"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." | |
"You can trust us to look after that, Mr. Holmes," said Lestrade, as | |
the whole party moved towards the door. "Anything further to say?" | |
"Only to ask what charge you intend to prefer?" | |
"What charge, sir? Why, of course, the attempted murder of Mr. | |
Sherlock Holmes." | |
"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." | |
"Got him! Got whom, Mr. Holmes?" | |
"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 30th 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." | |
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. | |
"I hope you preserved all precautions, Mrs. Hudson?" said Holmes. | |
"I went to it on my knees, sir, just as you told me." | |
"Excellent. You carried the thing out very well. Did you observe | |
where the bullet went?" | |
"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!" | |
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 air-gun. 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." | |
He had thrown off the seedy frock-coat, and now he was the Holmes of | |
old in the mouse-coloured dressing-gown which he took from his | |
effigy. | |
"The old shikari's 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. | |
"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?" | |
"No, I have not." | |
"Well, well, such is fame! But, then, if I remember aright, 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." | |
He turned over the pages lazily, leaning back in his chair and | |
blowing great clouds from his cigar. | |
"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." | |
He handed over the book, and I read: | |
Moran, Sebastian, Colonel. Unemployed. Formerly 1st Bengalore | |
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 Heavy Game of the Western Himalayas, 1881; Three | |
Months in the Jungle, 1884. Address: Conduit Street. Clubs: The | |
Anglo-Indian, the Tankerville, the Bagatelle Card Club. | |
On the margin was written, in Holmes's precise hand: | |
The second most dangerous man in London. | |
"This is astonishing," said I, as I handed back the volume. "The | |
man's career is that of an honourable soldier." | |
"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." | |
"It is surely rather fanciful." | |
"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. | |
"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 at once, 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?" | |
"Yes," said I. "You have not made it clear what was Colonel Moran's | |
motive in murdering the Honourable Ronald Adair." | |
"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." | |
"You have formed one, then?" | |
"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?" | |
"I have no doubt that you have hit upon the truth." | |
"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." | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER | |
"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." | |
"I can hardly think that you would find many decent citizens to agree | |
with you," I answered. | |
"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. | |
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's, and that it was my friend who had | |
really found the money. | |
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 Friesland, which so nearly | |
cost us both our lives. His cold and proud nature was always averse, | |
however, to 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. | |
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, | |
dishevelled, 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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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 recognise 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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"Arrest you!" said Holmes. "This is really most grati--most | |
interesting. On what charge do you expect to be arrested?" | |
"Upon the charge of murdering Mr. Jonas Oldacre, of Lower Norwood." | |
My companion's expressive face showed a sympathy which was not, I am | |
afraid, entirely unmixed with satisfaction. | |
"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." | |
Our visitor stretched forward a quivering hand and picked up the | |
Daily Telegraph, which still lay upon Holmes's knee. | |
"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 | |
head-lines 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 backwards and forwards in his chair. | |
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 | |
endorsed papers which proclaimed his profession. | |
"We must use what time we have," said Holmes. "Watson, would you have | |
the kindness to take the paper and to read me the paragraph in | |
question?" | |
Underneath the vigorous head-lines which our client had quoted I read | |
the following suggestive narrative:-- | |
"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 amassed 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. | |
"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." | |
Sherlock Holmes listened with closed eyes and finger-tips together to | |
this remarkable account. | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"Mr. John Hector McFarlane?" said Lestrade. | |
Our unfortunate client rose with a ghastly face. | |
"I arrest you for the wilful murder of Mr. Jonas Oldacre, of Lower | |
Norwood." | |
McFarlane turned to us with a gesture of despair, and sank into his | |
chair once more like one who is crushed. | |
"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." | |
"I think there will be no difficulty in clearing it up," said | |
Lestrade, grimly. | |
"None the less, with your permission, I should be much interested to | |
hear his account." | |
"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." | |
"I wish nothing better," said our client. "All I ask is that you | |
should hear and recognise the absolute truth." | |
Lestrade looked at his watch. "I'll give you half an hour," said he. | |
"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 note-book, covered with scribbled | |
writing--here they are--and he laid them on my table. | |
"'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.' | |
"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 senses 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. | |
"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--" | |
"One moment!" said Holmes. "Who opened the door?" | |
"A middle-aged woman, who was, I suppose, his housekeeper." | |
"And it was she, I presume, who mentioned your name?" | |
"Exactly," said McFarlane. | |
"Pray proceed." | |
McFarlane wiped his damp brow and then continued his narrative:-- | |
"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." | |
"Was the blind down?" asked Holmes. | |
"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." | |
"Anything more that you would like to ask, Mr. Holmes?" said | |
Lestrade, whose eyebrows had gone up once or twice during this | |
remarkable explanation. | |
"Not until I have been to Blackheath." | |
"You mean to Norwood," said Lestrade. | |
"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 razor-like brain could cut | |
through that which was impenetrable to him. I saw him look curiously | |
at my companion. | |
"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. | |
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. | |
"There are some points about that document, Lestrade, are there not?" | |
said he, pushing them over. | |
The official looked at them with a puzzled expression. | |
"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." | |
"What do you make of that?" said Holmes. | |
"Well, what do you make of it?" | |
"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." | |
Lestrade began to laugh. | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"Well, he drew up his own death-warrant at the same time," said | |
Lestrade. | |
"Oh, you think so?" | |
"Don't you?" | |
"Well, it is quite possible; but the case is not clear to me yet." | |
"Not clear? Well, if that isn't clear, what could be clear? 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 all this not obvious?" | |
"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." | |
"As to the stick, Mr. Holmes, you know as well as I do that a | |
criminal is often flurried and does 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." | |
"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." | |
"Why should the tramp burn the body?" | |
"For the matter of that why should McFarlane?" | |
"To hide some evidence." | |
"Possibly the tramp wanted to hide that any murder at all had been | |
committed." | |
"And why did the tramp take nothing?" | |
"Because they were papers that he could not negotiate." | |
Lestrade shook his head, though it seemed to me that his manner was | |
less absolutely assured than before. | |
"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." | |
My friend seemed struck by this remark. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"My first movement, Watson," said he, as he bustled into his | |
frock-coat, "must, as I said, be in the direction of Blackheath." | |
"And why not Norwood?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"Did you go to Blackheath?" | |
"Yes, Watson, I went there, and I found very quickly that the late | |
lamented Oldacre was a pretty considerable black-guard. 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.' | |
"'You knew him at that time?' said I. | |
"'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 a 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.' | |
"'Well,' said I, 'at least he has forgiven you now, since he has left | |
all his property to your son.' | |
"'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.' | |
"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. | |
"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 note-book. 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 made 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 Oldacre's 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. | |
"Well, after this fiasco I went into the bedroom and examined that | |
also. The blood-stains were very slight, mere smears and | |
discolorations, 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. | |
"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? | |
"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 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. | |
"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 | |
know 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." | |
"Surely," said I, "the man's appearance would go far with any jury?" | |
"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?" | |
"It is true." | |
"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 cheques 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 cheques. | |
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." | |
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. | |
"What do you think of this, Watson?" he asked, tossing it across. | |
It was from Norwood, and ran as follows: | |
"Important fresh evidence to hand. McFarlane's guilt definitely | |
established. Advise you to abandon case. | |
Lestrade. | |
"This sounds serious," said I. | |
"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 to-day." | |
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. | |
"Well, Mr. Holmes, have you proved us to be wrong yet? Have you found | |
your tramp?" he cried. | |
"I have formed no conclusion whatever," my companion answered. | |
"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." | |
"You certainly have the air of something unusual having occurred," | |
said Holmes. | |
Lestrade laughed loudly. | |
"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." | |
He led us through the passage and out into a dark hall beyond. | |
"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. | |
"Look at that with your magnifying glass, Mr. Holmes." | |
"Yes, I am doing so." | |
"You are aware that no two thumb marks are alike?" | |
"I have heard something of the kind." | |
"Well, then, will you please compare that print with this wax | |
impression of young McFarlane's right thumb, taken by my orders this | |
morning?" | |
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. | |
"That is final," said Lestrade. | |
"Yes, that is final," I involuntarily echoed. | |
"It is final," said Holmes. | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
"Yes, some of us are a little too much inclined to be cocksure, Mr. | |
Holmes," said Lestrade. The man's insolence was maddening, but we | |
could not resent it. | |
"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. "By the way, Lestrade, who made this | |
remarkable discovery?" | |
"It was the housekeeper, Mrs. Lexington, who drew the night | |
constable's attention to it." | |
"Where was the night constable?" | |
"He remained on guard in the bedroom where the crime was committed, | |
so as to see that nothing was touched." | |
"But why didn't the police see this mark yesterday?" | |
"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." | |
"No, no, of course not. I suppose there is no doubt that the mark was | |
there yesterday?" | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"It is unquestionably the mark of his thumb." | |
"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." | |
Holmes had recovered his equanimity, though I still seemed to detect | |
gleams of amusement in his expression. | |
"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." | |
"I am delighted to hear it," said I, heartily. "I was afraid it was | |
all up with him." | |
"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." | |
"Indeed, Holmes! What is it?" | |
"Only this: that I know 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." | |
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 attics. 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. | |
"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." | |
The Scotland Yard inspector was still writing in the parlour when | |
Holmes interrupted him. | |
"I understood that you were writing a report of this case," said he. | |
"So I am." | |
"Don't you think it may be a little premature? I can't help thinking | |
that your evidence is not complete." | |
Lestrade knew my friend too well to disregard his words. He laid down | |
his pen and looked curiously at him. | |
"What do you mean, Mr. Holmes?" | |
"Only that there is an important witness whom you have not seen." | |
"Can you produce him?" | |
"I think I can." | |
"Then do so." | |
"I will do my best. How many constables have you?" | |
"There are three within call." | |
"Excellent!" said Holmes. "May I ask if they are all large, | |
able-bodied men with powerful voices?" | |
"I have no doubt they are, though I fail to see what their voices | |
have to do with it." | |
"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." | |
Five minutes later three policemen had assembled in the hall. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
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." | |
"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?" | |
I did so, and, driven by the draught, a coil of grey smoke swirled | |
down the corridor, while the dry straw crackled and flamed. | |
"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--" | |
"Fire!" we all yelled. | |
"Thank you. I will trouble you once again." | |
"Fire!" | |
"Just once more, gentlemen, and all together." | |
"Fire!" The shout must have rung over Norwood. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
The detective stared at the new-comer 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 eyelashes. | |
"What's this, then?" said Lestrade at last. "What have you been doing | |
all this time, eh?" | |
Oldacre gave an uneasy laugh, shrinking back from the furious red | |
face of the angry detective. | |
"I have done no harm." | |
"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." | |
The wretched creature began to whimper. | |
"I am sure, sir, it was only my practical joke." | |
"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." | |
Holmes smiled and clapped Lestrade upon the shoulder. | |
"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." | |
"And you don't want your name to appear?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"I'll take your advice. But how did you know of this place, Mr. | |
Holmes?" | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"But how?" | |
"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 dare | |
say 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." | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"Well, I don't think that is very hard to explain. A very deep, | |
malicious, vindictive person is the gentleman who is now awaiting 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 cheques to a certain Mr. | |
Cornelius, who is, I imagine, himself under another name. I have not | |
traced these cheques 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." | |
"Well, that's likely enough." | |
"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." | |
The malignant creature was seated in his own parlour with a policeman | |
upon each side of him. | |
"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." | |
"That's for a jury to decide," said Lestrade. "Anyhow, we shall have | |
you on a charge of conspiracy, if not for attempted murder." | |
"And you'll probably find that your creditors will impound the | |
banking account of Mr. Cornelius," said Holmes. | |
The little man started and turned his malignant eyes upon my friend. | |
"I have to thank you for a good deal," said he. "Perhaps I'll pay my | |
debt some day." | |
Holmes smiled indulgently. | |
"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 dare | |
say 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." | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE DANCING MEN | |
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. | |
"So, Watson," said he, suddenly, "you do not propose to invest in | |
South African securities?" | |
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. | |
"How on earth do you know that?" I asked. | |
He wheeled round upon his stool, with a steaming test-tube in his | |
hand and a gleam of amusement in his deep-set eyes. | |
"Now, Watson, confess yourself utterly taken aback," said he. | |
"I am." | |
"I ought to make you sign a paper to that effect." | |
"Why?" | |
"Because in five minutes you will say that it is all so absurdly | |
simple." | |
"I am sure that I shall say nothing of the kind." | |
"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 not propose to invest your small capital in | |
the goldfields." | |
"I see no connection." | |
"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 cheque-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." | |
"How absurdly simple!" I cried. | |
"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. | |
I looked with amazement at the absurd hieroglyphics upon the paper. | |
"Why, Holmes, it is a child's drawing," I cried. | |
"Oh, that's your idea!" | |
"What else should it be?" | |
"That is what Mr. Hilton Cubitt, of Ridling 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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
Holmes held up the paper so that the sunlight shone full upon it. It | |
was a page torn from a note-book. The markings were done in pencil, | |
and ran in this way:-- | |
[ Picture: Picture of several figures of dancing men, some holding | |
flags ] | |
Holmes examined it for some time, and then, folding it carefully up, | |
he placed it in his pocket-book. | |
"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." | |
"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 Ridling 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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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 sun-dial 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." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
Hilton Cubitt shook his massive head. | |
"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." | |
"Then I will help you with all my heart. In the first place, have you | |
heard of any strangers being seen in your neighbourhood?" | |
"No." | |
"I presume that it is a very quiet place. Any fresh face would cause | |
comment?" | |
"In the immediate neighbourhood, yes. But we have several small | |
watering-places not very far away. And the farmers take in lodgers." | |
"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 look-out, 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." | |
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 | |
note-book 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. | |
"You had better stay here, Watson." | |
"Why?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"It's getting on my nerves, this business, Mr. Holmes," said he, as | |
he sank, like a wearied man, into an arm-chair. "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." | |
"Has she said anything yet?" | |
"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 dare say I did it | |
clumsily, and scared her off 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." | |
"But you have found out something for yourself?" | |
"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." | |
"What, the man who draws them?" | |
"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:-- | |
[ Picture: Picture of a few dancing men ] | |
"Excellent!" said Holmes. "Excellent! Pray continue." | |
"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":-- | |
[ Picture: Picture of some more dancing man figures ] | |
Holmes rubbed his hands and chuckled with delight. | |
"Our material is rapidly accumulating," said he. | |
"Three days later a message was left scrawled upon paper, and placed | |
under a pebble upon the sun-dial. 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. | |
"'If it really annoys you, Hilton, we might go and travel, you and I, | |
and so avoid this nuisance.' | |
"'What, be driven out of our own house by a practical joker?' said I. | |
'Why, we should have the whole county laughing at us.' | |
"'Well, come to bed,' said she, 'and we can discuss it in the | |
morning.' | |
"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." | |
"Have you that fresh drawing?" | |
"Yes; it is very short, but I made a copy of it, and here it is." | |
Again he produced a paper. The new dance was in this form:-- | |
[ Picture: Picture of five dancing men figures ] | |
"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?" | |
"It was on a different panel of the door." | |
"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." | |
"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 he 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." | |
"I fear it is too deep a case for such simple remedies," said Holmes. | |
"How long can you stay in London?" | |
"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." | |
"I dare say 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." | |
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 to-morrow, and to take our friend some | |
very definite news as to the secret of his annoyance." | |
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. | |
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 | |
sun-dial. He inclosed a copy of it, which is here reproduced:-- | |
[ Picture: Picture of many dancing men figures ] | |
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. | |
"We have let this affair go far enough," said he. "Is there a train | |
to North Walsham to-night?" | |
I turned up the time-table. The last had just gone. | |
"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." | |
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 Ridling | |
Thorpe Manor a household word through the length and breadth of | |
England. | |
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. | |
A look of annoyance passed over Holmes's face. | |
"What makes you think such a thing?" | |
"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." | |
Holmes's brow was dark with anxiety. | |
"We are going to Ridling Thorpe Manor," said he, "but we have heard | |
nothing of what has passed there." | |
"It's a terrible business," said the station-master. "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." | |
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 country-side 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 Ridling Thorpe Manor," said | |
he. | |
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 | |
sun-dial 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. | |
"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?" | |
"I anticipated it. I came in the hope of preventing it." | |
"Then you must have important evidence of which we are ignorant, for | |
they were said to be a most united couple." | |
"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 ensure that justice be done. | |
Will you associate me in your investigation, or will you prefer that | |
I should act independently?" | |
"I should be proud to feel that we were acting together, Mr. Holmes," | |
said the inspector, earnestly. | |
"In that case I should be glad to hear the evidence and to examine | |
the premises without an instant of unnecessary delay." | |
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. | |
"Has he been moved?" asked Holmes. | |
"We have moved nothing except the lady. We could not leave her lying | |
wounded upon the floor." | |
"How long have you been here, doctor?" | |
"Since four o'clock." | |
"Anyone else?" | |
"Yes, the constable here." | |
"And you have touched nothing?" | |
"Nothing." | |
"You have acted with great discretion. Who sent for you?" | |
"The housemaid, Saunders." | |
"Was it she who gave the alarm?" | |
"She and Mrs. King, the cook." | |
"Where are they now?" | |
"In the kitchen, I believe." | |
"Then I think we had better hear their story at once." | |
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. | |
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. | |
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." | |
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. | |
"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 backwards, 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?" | |
"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." | |
"So it would seem," said Holmes. "Perhaps you can account also for | |
the bullet which has so obviously struck the edge of the window?" | |
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. | |
"By George!" cried the inspector. "How ever did you see that?" | |
"Because I looked for it." | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
"Yes, sir; but I confess I did not quite follow you." | |
"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." | |
"How do you prove that?" | |
"Because the candle has not guttered." | |
"Capital!" cried the inspector. "Capital!" | |
"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!" | |
"But how came the window to be shut and fastened?" | |
"The woman's first instinct would be to shut and fasten the window. | |
But, halloa! what is this?" | |
It was a lady's hand-bag which stood upon the study table--a trim | |
little hand-bag 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. | |
"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 loud | |
explosion. When you said that, did you mean that it seemed to you to | |
be louder than the second one?" | |
"Well, sir, it wakened me from my sleep, and so it is hard to judge. | |
But it did seem very loud." | |
"You don't think that it might have been two shots fired almost at | |
the same instant?" | |
"I am sure I couldn't say, sir." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Whom do you suspect?" he asked. | |
"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." | |
"Just as you wish, Mr. Holmes, so long as we get our man." | |
"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 ensure that justice be done. First of all I wish to | |
know whether there is any inn in this neighbourhood known as | |
'Elrige's'?" | |
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. | |
"Is it a lonely farm?" | |
"Very lonely, sir." | |
"Perhaps they have not heard yet of all that happened here during the | |
night?" | |
"Maybe not, sir." | |
Holmes thought for a little and then a curious smile played over his | |
face. | |
"Saddle a horse, my lad," said he. "I shall wish you to take a note | |
to Elrige's Farm." | |
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, Elrige's Farm, East Ruston, Norfolk. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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 fore-runners 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. | |
"Having once recognised, 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 | |
[ Picture: Picture of a single dancing man ] | |
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 | |
[ Picture: Picture of a single dancing man ] | |
"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 | |
[ Picture: Picture of three dancing men ] | |
stand respectively for N, V, and R. | |
"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: | |
.M .ERE ..E SL.NE. | |
"Now the first letter can 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:-- | |
AM HERE A.E SLANE. | |
Or, filling in the obvious vacancies in the name:-- | |
AM HERE ABE SLANEY. | |
I had so many letters now that I could proceed with considerable | |
confidence to the second message, which worked out in this fashion:-- | |
A. ELRI.ES. | |
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." | |
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. | |
"What did you do then, sir?" asked the inspector. | |
"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:-- | |
ELSIE .RE.ARE TO MEET THY GO. | |
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." | |
"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." | |
"You need not be uneasy. He will not try to escape." | |
"How do you know?" | |
"To fly would be a confession of guilt." | |
"Then let us go to arrest him." | |
"I expect him here every instant." | |
"But why should he come?" | |
"Because I have written and asked him." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
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 the path | |
as if the place belonged to him, and we heard his loud, confident | |
peal at the bell. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
"Mrs. Hilton Cubitt was seriously injured and is at death's door." | |
The man gave a hoarse cry of grief which rang through the house. | |
"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!" | |
"She was found badly wounded by the side of her dead husband." | |
He sank with a deep groan on to 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. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"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 forwards on to the table. | |
"I wrote it to bring you here." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"I ask nothing better," said the American. "I guess the very best | |
case I can make for myself is the absolute naked truth." | |
"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. | |
Slaney shrugged his shoulders. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"It is time for us to go." | |
"Can I see her first?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"See if you can read it, Watson," said he, with a smile. | |
It contained no word, but this little line of dancing men:-- | |
[ Picture: Picture of various dancing men ] | |
"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 | |
note-book. Three-forty is our train, and I fancy we should be back in | |
Baker Street for dinner." | |
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. | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST | |
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 circumstances | |
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. | |
On referring to my note-book 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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Yes, I bicycle a good deal, Mr. Holmes, and that has something to do | |
with my visit to you to-day." | |
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. | |
"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-end, Watson, which is common to both | |
professions? There is a spirituality about the face, however"--he | |
gently turned it towards the light--"which the typewriter does not | |
generate. This lady is a musician." | |
"Yes, Mr. Holmes, I teach music." | |
"In the country, I presume, from your complexion." | |
"Yes, sir; near Farnham, on the borders of Surrey." | |
"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?" | |
The young lady, with great clearness and composure, made the | |
following curious statement:-- | |
"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 the Times 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 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." | |
"Excuse me," said Holmes; "when was this interview?" | |
"Last December--four months ago." | |
"Pray proceed." | |
"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." | |
"Oh, Cyril is his name!" said Holmes, smiling. | |
The young lady blushed and laughed. | |
"Yes, Mr. Holmes; Cyril Morton, an electrical engineer, and we hope | |
to be married at the end of the summer. Dear me, how did 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. | |
"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 would 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 he swore that he would not let me go until I had kissed | |
him. Mr. Carruthers came in and tore him off 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. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
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?" | |
"Two or three minutes." | |
"Then he could not have retreated down the road, and you say that | |
there are no side roads?" | |
"None." | |
"Then he certainly took a footpath on one side or the other." | |
"It could not have been on the side of the heath or I should have | |
seen him." | |
"So by the process of exclusion we arrive at the fact that he made | |
his way towards Charlington Hall, which, as I understand, is situated | |
in its own grounds on one side of the road. Anything else?" | |
"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." | |
Holmes sat in silence for some little time. | |
"Where is the gentleman to whom you are engaged?" he asked, at last. | |
"He is in the Midland Electrical Company, at Coventry." | |
"He would not pay you a surprise visit?" | |
"Oh, Mr. Holmes! As if I should not know him!" | |
"Have you had any other admirers?" | |
"Several before I knew Cyril." | |
"And since?" | |
"There was this dreadful man, Woodley, if you can call him an | |
admirer." | |
"No one else?" | |
Our fair client seemed a little confused. | |
"Who was he?" asked Holmes. | |
"Oh, it may be a mere fancy of mine; but it has 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." | |
"Ha!" Holmes looked grave. "What does he do for a living?" | |
"He is a rich man." | |
"No carriages or horses?" | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"It is part of the settled order of Nature that such a girl should | |
have 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." | |
"That he should appear only at that point?" | |
"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 both to be so keen upon looking up | |
Ralph Smith's relations? One more point. What sort of a menage 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!" | |
"You will go down?" | |
"No, my dear fellow, you 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." | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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 few 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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
"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!" | |
"What should I have done?" I cried, with some heat. | |
"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 | |
athletic young lady's 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." | |
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: | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
I begged him to tell me what had occurred. | |
"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 was 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 back-hander | |
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." | |
The Thursday brought us another letter from our client. | |
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. | |
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 can Mr. Carruthers endure such a | |
creature for a moment? However, all my troubles will be over on | |
Saturday. | |
"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 inconclusive | |
investigation has no untoward ending." | |
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 had 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. | |
A rainy night had been followed by a glorious morning, and the | |
heath-covered country-side 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. | |
"I had 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." | |
From the instant that we passed the rise we could no longer see the | |
vehicle, but we hastened onwards 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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"That's the man!" I gasped. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
Holmes threw the reins into my lap and sprang down from the cart. | |
"You're the man we want to see. Where is Miss Violet Smith?" he said, | |
in his quick, clear way. | |
"That's what I am asking you. You're in her dog-cart. You ought to | |
know where she is." | |
"We met the dog-cart on the road. There was no one in it. We drove | |
back to help the young lady." | |
"Good Lord! Good Lord! what shall I do?" cried the stranger, in an | |
ecstasy of despair. "They've got her, that hellhound 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." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"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." | |
We ran frantically down the path, which wound among the trees. We had | |
reached the shrubbery which surrounded the house when Holmes pulled | |
up. | |
"They didn't go to the house. Here are their marks on the left--here, | |
beside the laurel bushes! Ah, I said so!" | |
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. | |
"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!" | |
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. | |
"They're married!" I gasped. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Yes," said our ally, "I am 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!" | |
"You're too late. She's my wife!" | |
"No, she's your widow." | |
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. | |
"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!" | |
"Who are you, then?" | |
"My name is Sherlock Holmes." | |
"Good Lord!" | |
"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 note-book. "Give it to the superintendent at the | |
police-station. Until he comes I must detain you all under my | |
personal custody." | |
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. | |
"He will live," said I. | |
"What!" cried Carruthers, springing out of his chair. "I'll go | |
upstairs and finish him first. Do you tell me that that girl, that | |
angel, is to be tied to Roaring Jack Woodley for life?" | |
"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." | |
"I have been ordained," cried the old rascal. | |
"And also unfrocked." | |
"Once a clergyman, always a clergyman." | |
"I think not. How about the license?" | |
"We had a license for the marriage. I have it here in my pocket." | |
"Then you got it by a 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." | |
"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 these 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 recognise 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." | |
"Why didn't you tell her of her danger?" | |
"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." | |
"Well," said I, "you call that love, Mr. Carruthers, but I should | |
call it selfishness." | |
"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." | |
"What cable?" | |
Carruthers took a telegram from his pocket. | |
"That's it," said he. | |
It was short and concise: | |
The old man is dead. | |
"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 we wait you might tell me what you can." | |
The old reprobate with the surplice burst into a volley of bad | |
language. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"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!" | |
"What he says is true," said Carruthers. | |
"Well, well, two of you came over. His reverence is our own home-made | |
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?" | |
Carruthers nodded and Williamson swore. | |
"She was next-of-kin, no doubt, and you were aware that the old | |
fellow would make no will." | |
"Couldn't read or write," said Carruthers. | |
"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?" | |
"We played cards for her on the voyage. He won." | |
"I see. You got the young lady into your service, and there Woodley | |
was to do the courting. She recognised 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." | |
"No, by George, I couldn't!" | |
"There was a quarrel between you. He left you in a rage, and began to | |
make his own plans independently of you." | |
"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 cast padre here. I found that they had set up house-keeping | |
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." | |
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 to you in your trial it shall be at | |
your disposal." | |
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 manuscripts 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 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. | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE PRIORY SCHOOL | |
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 | |
hearthrug. | |
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. | |
"What is it, Watson?" asked Holmes. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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 ensure that you would return with me. I feared that no | |
telegram would convince you of the absolute urgency of the case." | |
"When you are quite restored-- | |
"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." | |
My friend shook his head. | |
"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." | |
"Important!" Our visitor threw up his hands. "Have you heard nothing | |
of the abduction of the only son of the Duke of Holdernesse?" | |
"What! the late Cabinet Minister?" | |
"Exactly. We had tried to keep it out of the papers, but there was | |
some rumour in the Globe last night. I thought it might have reached | |
your ears." | |
Holmes shot out his long, thin arm and picked out Volume "H" in his | |
encyclopaedia of reference. | |
"'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!" | |
"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 cheque 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." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"I must inform you, gentlemen, that the Priory is a preparatory | |
school, of which I am the founder and principal. 'Huxtable's | |
Sidelights on Horace' 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 entrusted their sons | |
to me. But I felt that my school had reached its zenith when, three | |
weeks ago, the Duke of Holdernesse sent Mr. James Wilder, his | |
secretary, with the 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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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 | |
home-sickness 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." | |
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 note-book and jotted | |
down one or two memoranda. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"But there has been some official investigation?" | |
"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." | |
"I suppose the local investigation was relaxed while this false clue | |
was being followed up?" | |
"It was entirely dropped." | |
"So that three days have been wasted. The affair has been most | |
deplorably handled." | |
"I feel it, and admit it." | |
"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?" | |
"None at all." | |
"Was he in the master's class?" | |
"No; he never exchanged a word with him so far as I know." | |
"That is certainly very singular. Had the boy a bicycle?" | |
"No." | |
"Was any other bicycle missing?" | |
"No." | |
"Is that certain?" | |
"Quite." | |
"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?" | |
"Certainly not." | |
"Then what is the theory in your mind?" | |
"The bicycle may have been a blind. It may have been hidden somewhere | |
and the pair gone off on foot." | |
"Quite so; but it seems rather an absurd blind, does it not? Were | |
there other bicycles in this shed?" | |
"Several." | |
"Would he not have hidden a couple he desired to give the idea that | |
they had gone off upon them?" | |
"I suppose he would." | |
"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?" | |
"No." | |
"Did he get any letters?" | |
"Yes; one letter." | |
"From whom?" | |
"From his father." | |
"Do you open the boys' letters?" | |
"No." | |
"How do you know it was from the father?" | |
"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." | |
"When had he a letter before that?" | |
"Not for several days." | |
"Had he ever one from France?" | |
"No; never." | |
"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." | |
"I fear I cannot help you much. His only correspondent, so far as I | |
know, was his own father." | |
"Who wrote to him on the very day of his disappearance. Were the | |
relations between father and son very friendly?" | |
"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." | |
"But the sympathies of the latter were with the mother?" | |
"Yes." | |
"Did he say so?" | |
"No." | |
"The Duke, then?" | |
"Good heavens, no!" | |
"Then how could you know?" | |
"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." | |
"I see. By the way, that last letter of the Duke's--was it found in | |
the boy's room after he was gone?" | |
"No; he had taken it with him. I think, Mr. Holmes, it is time that | |
we were leaving for Euston." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"The Duke is here," said he. "The Duke and Mr. Wilder are in the | |
study. Come, gentlemen, and I will introduce you." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"When I learned that the police had failed--" | |
"His Grace is by no means convinced that the police have failed." | |
"But surely, Mr. Wilder--" | |
"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." | |
"The matter can be easily remedied," said the brow-beaten doctor; | |
"Mr. Sherlock Holmes can return to London by the morning train." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"Just as you like, Mr. Holmes. Any information which Mr. Wilder or I | |
can give you is, of course, at your disposal." | |
"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?" | |
"No, sir, I have not." | |
"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?" | |
The great Minister showed perceptible hesitation. | |
"I do not think so," he said, at last. | |
"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?" | |
"No, sir." | |
"One more question, your Grace. I understand that you wrote to your | |
son upon the day when this incident occurred." | |
"No; I wrote upon the day before." | |
"Exactly. But he received it on that day?" | |
"Yes." | |
"Was there anything in your letter which might have unbalanced him or | |
induced him to take such a step?" | |
"No, sir, certainly not." | |
"Did you post that letter yourself?" | |
The nobleman's reply was interrupted by his secretary, who broke in | |
with some heat. | |
"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." | |
"You are sure this one was among them?" | |
"Yes; I observed it." | |
"How many letters did your Grace write that day?" | |
"Twenty or thirty. I have a large correspondence. But surely this is | |
somewhat irrelevant?" | |
"Not entirely," said Holmes. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
When the nobleman and his secretary had left, my friend flung himself | |
at once with characteristic eagerness into the investigation. | |
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. | |
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. | |
"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. | |
"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 | |
this road." | |
[ Picture: Chart of the surrounding area ] | |
"Exactly." | |
"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 country 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 not use the road at all." | |
"But the bicycle?" I objected. | |
"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 upwards. 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." | |
"But the bicycle?" I persisted. | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"At last we have a clue!" he cried. "Thank Heaven! at last we are on | |
the dear boy's track! It is his cap." | |
"Where was it found?" | |
"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." | |
"How do they account for it?" | |
"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." | |
"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 that 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." | |
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. | |
"I have done the lawn and the bicycle shed," said he. "I have also | |
had a ramble 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." | |
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. | |
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 homewards, 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. | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"Hurrah!" I cried. "We have it." | |
But Holmes was shaking his head, and his face was puzzled and | |
expectant rather than joyous. | |
"A bicycle, certainly, but not the bicycle," said he. "I am familiar | |
with forty-two different impressions left by tyres. This, as you | |
perceive, is a Dunlop, with a patch upon the outer cover. Heidegger's | |
tyres were Palmer's, leaving longitudinal stripes. Aveling, the | |
mathematical master, was sure upon the point. Therefore, it is not | |
Heidegger's track." | |
"The boy's, then?" | |
"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." | |
"Or towards it?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Well, well," said he, at last. "It is, of course, possible that a | |
cunning man might change the tyre 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." | |
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 tyre. | |
"Here is Herr Heidegger, sure enough!" cried Holmes, exultantly. "My | |
reasoning seems to have been pretty sound, Watson." | |
"I congratulate you." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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 tyres 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." | |
There was a broad, irregular smudge covering some yards of the track. | |
Then there were a few footmarks, and the tyre reappeared once more. | |
"A side-slip," I suggested. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
Our search was not a very long one. The tracks of the tyre 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-tyred, 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 | |
night-shirt beneath it. It was undoubtedly the German master. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"I could take a note back." | |
"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." | |
I brought the peasant across, and Holmes dispatched the frightened | |
man with a note to Dr. Huxtable. | |
"Now, Watson," said he, "we have picked up two clues this morning. | |
One is the bicycle with the Palmer tyre, 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 do know so as to | |
make the most of it, and to separate the essential from the | |
accidental." | |
"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." | |
I assented. | |
"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." | |
"Undoubtedly." | |
"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." | |
"So it would seem." | |
"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." | |
"The other bicycle." | |
"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, had 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 footmarks." | |
"Holmes," I cried, "this is impossible." | |
"Admirable!" he said. "A most illuminating remark. It is 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?" | |
"He could not have fractured his skull in a fall?" | |
"In a morass, Watson?" | |
"I am at my wit's end." | |
"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." | |
We picked up the track and followed it onwards 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 tyre 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. | |
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. | |
"How are you, Mr. Reuben Hayes?" said Holmes. | |
"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. | |
"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?" | |
"No; I have not." | |
"I can hardly put my foot to the ground." | |
"Don't put it to the ground." | |
"But I can't walk." | |
"Well, then, hop." | |
Mr. Reuben Hayes's manner was far from gracious, but Holmes took it | |
with admirable good-humour. | |
"Look here, my man," said he. "This is really rather an awkward fix | |
for me. I don't mind how I get on." | |
"Neither do I," said the morose landlord. | |
"The matter is very important. I would offer you a sovereign for the | |
use of a bicycle." | |
The landlord pricked up his ears. | |
"Where do you want to go?" | |
"To Holdernesse Hall." | |
"Pals of the Dook, I suppose?" said the landlord, surveying our | |
mud-stained garments with ironical eyes. | |
Holmes laughed good-naturedly. | |
"He'll be glad to see us, anyhow." | |
"Why?" | |
"Because we bring him news of his lost son." | |
The landlord gave a very visible start. | |
"What, you're on his track?" | |
"He has been heard of in Liverpool. They expect to get him every | |
hour." | |
Again a swift change passed over the heavy, unshaven face. His manner | |
was suddenly genial. | |
"I've less reason to wish the Dook well than most men," said he, "for | |
I was his 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." | |
"Thank you," said Holmes. "We'll have some food first. Then you can | |
bring round the bicycle." | |
"I haven't got a bicycle." | |
Holmes held up a sovereign. | |
"I tell you, man, that I haven't got one. I'll let you have two | |
horses as far as the Hall." | |
"Well, well," said Holmes, "we'll talk about it when we've had | |
something to eat." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
"Yes, several." | |
"Where?" | |
"Well, everywhere. They were at the morass, and again on the path, | |
and again near where poor Heidegger met his death." | |
"Exactly. Well, now, Watson, how many cows did you see on the moor?" | |
"I don't remember seeing any." | |
"Strange, Watson, that we should see tracks all along our line, but | |
never a cow on the whole moor; very strange, Watson, eh?" | |
"Yes, it is strange." | |
"Now, Watson, make an effort; throw your mind back! Can you see those | |
tracks upon the path?" | |
"Yes, I can." | |
"Can you recall that the tracks were sometimes like that, Watson"--he | |
arranged a number of bread-crumbs in this fashion--: : : : :--"and | |
sometimes like this"--: ` : ` : ` : `--"and occasionally like | |
this"--. ` . ` . ` . "Can you remember that?" | |
"No, I cannot." | |
"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!" | |
"And what is your conclusion?" | |
"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." | |
There were two rough-haired, unkempt horses in the tumble-down | |
stable. Holmes raised the hind leg of one of them and laughed aloud. | |
"Old shoes, but newly shod--old shoes, but new nails. This case | |
deserves to be a classic. Let us go across to the smithy." | |
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. | |
"You infernal spies!" the man cried. "What are you doing there?" | |
"Why, Mr. Reuben Hayes," said Holmes, coolly, "one might think that | |
you were afraid of our finding something out." | |
The man mastered himself with a violent effort, and his grim mouth | |
loosened into a false laugh, which was more menacing than his frown. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"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. | |
We did not go very far along the road, for Holmes stopped the instant | |
that the curve hid us from the landlord's view. | |
"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." | |
"I am convinced," said I, "that this Reuben Hayes knows all about it. | |
A more self-evident villain I never saw." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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. | |
"The Duke's secretary!" cried Holmes. "Come, Watson, let us see what | |
he does." | |
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. | |
"What do you make of that, Watson?" Holmes whispered. | |
"It looks like a flight." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"It seems to be a curious class of custom that is done by the | |
Fighting Cock," said Holmes. | |
"The bar is on the other side." | |
"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." | |
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 tyre. Up above us was the lighted | |
window. | |
"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." | |
An instant later his feet were on my shoulders. But he was hardly up | |
before he was down again. | |
"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." | |
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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"I must see the Duke, Mr. Wilder." | |
"But he is in his room." | |
"Then I must go to his room." | |
"I believe he is in his bed." | |
"I will see him there." | |
Holmes's cold and inexorable manner showed the secretary that it was | |
useless to argue with him. | |
"Very good, Mr. Holmes; I will tell him that you are here." | |
After half 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 to the table. | |
"Well, Mr. Holmes?" said he. | |
But my friend's eyes were fixed upon the secretary, who stood by his | |
master's chair. | |
"I think, your Grace, that I could speak more freely in Mr. Wilder's | |
absence." | |
The man turned a shade paler and cast a malignant glance at Holmes. | |
"If your Grace wishes--" | |
"Yes, yes; you had better go. Now, Mr. Holmes, what have you to say?" | |
My friend waited until the door had closed behind the retreating | |
secretary. | |
"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." | |
"Certainly, Mr. Holmes." | |
"It amounted, if I am correctly informed, to five thousand pounds to | |
anyone who will tell you where your son is?" | |
"Exactly." | |
"And another thousand to the man who will name the person or persons | |
who keep him in custody?" | |
"Exactly." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
My friend rubbed his thin hands together with an appearance of | |
avidity which was a surprise to me, who knew his frugal tastes. | |
"I fancy that I see your Grace's cheque-book upon the table," said | |
he. "I should be glad if you would make me out a cheque 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." | |
His Grace sat very stern and upright in his chair, and looked stonily | |
at my friend. | |
"Is this a joke, Mr. Holmes? It is hardly a subject for pleasantry." | |
"Not at all, your Grace. I was never more earnest in my life." | |
"What do you mean, then?" | |
"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." | |
The Duke's beard had turned more aggressively red than ever against | |
his ghastly white face. | |
"Where is he?" he gasped. | |
"He is, or was last night, at the Fighting Cock Inn, about two miles | |
from your park gate." | |
The Duke fell back in his chair. | |
"And whom do you accuse?" | |
Sherlock Holmes's answer was an astounding one. He stepped swiftly | |
forward and touched the Duke upon the shoulder. | |
"I accuse you," said he. "And now, your Grace, I'll trouble you for | |
that cheque." | |
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. | |
"How much do you know?" he asked at last, without raising his head. | |
"I saw you together last night." | |
"Does anyone else besides your friend know?" | |
"I have spoken to no one." | |
The Duke took a pen in his quivering fingers and opened his | |
cheque-book. | |
"I shall be as good as my word, Mr. Holmes. I am about to write your | |
cheque, 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?" | |
"I hardly understand your Grace." | |
"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?" | |
But Holmes smiled and shook his head. | |
"I fear, your Grace, that matters can hardly be arranged so easily. | |
There is the death of this schoolmaster to be accounted for." | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"Exactly," said Holmes. "I think, your Grace, that this can only be | |
done by absolute and complete 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." | |
"No; the murderer has escaped." | |
Sherlock Holmes smiled demurely. | |
"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." | |
The Duke leaned back in his chair and stared with amazement at my | |
friend. | |
"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." | |
"Your secretary?" | |
"No, sir; my son." | |
It was Holmes's turn to look astonished. | |
"I confess that this is entirely new to me, your Grace. I must beg | |
you to be more explicit." | |
"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 surprised 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 could 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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
The Duke bowed his assent. | |
"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." | |
"Under solemn promises--" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
Without a word the Duke pressed the electric bell. A servant entered. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
"I understand that, Mr. Holmes, and it is already settled that he | |
shall leave me for ever and go to seek his fortune in Australia." | |
"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." | |
"That also I have arranged, Mr. Holmes. I wrote to the Duchess this | |
morning." | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Thank you," said he, as he replaced the glass. "It is the second | |
most interesting object that I have seen in the North." | |
"And the first?" | |
Holmes folded up his cheque and placed it carefully in his note-book. | |
"I am a poor man," said he, as he patted it affectionately and thrust | |
it into the depths of his inner pocket. | |
THE ADVENTURE OF BLACK PETER | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
"Good gracious, Holmes!" I cried. "You don't mean to say that you | |
have been walking about London with that thing?" | |
"I drove to the butcher's and back." | |
"The butcher's?" | |
"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." | |
"I will not attempt it." | |
He chuckled as he poured out the coffee. | |
"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?" | |
"Not for worlds. But why were you doing this?" | |
"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." | |
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 recognised 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. | |
"No, thank you, sir. I breakfasted before I came round. I spent the | |
night in town, for I came up yesterday to report." | |
"And what had you to report?" | |
"Failure, sir; absolute failure." | |
"You have made no progress?" | |
"None." | |
"Dear me! I must have a look at the matter." | |
"I wish to heavens that you would, Mr. Holmes. It's my first big | |
chance, and I am at my wit's end. For goodness' sake come down and | |
lend me a hand." | |
"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?" | |
Hopkins looked surprised. | |
"It was the man's own pouch, sir. His initials were inside it. And it | |
was of seal-skin--and he an old sealer." | |
"But he had no pipe." | |
"No, sir, we could find no pipe; indeed, he smoked very little. And | |
yet he might have kept some tobacco for his friends." | |
"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 sketch of the essentials." | |
Stanley Hopkins drew a slip of paper from his pocket. | |
"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 Sea Unicorn, 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. | |
"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 his | |
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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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 | |
forwards 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. | |
"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. | |
"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 Sea Unicorn, a line of | |
log-books 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 upwards 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. | |
"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." | |
"Meaning that you saw none?" | |
"I assure you, sir, that there were none." | |
"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?" | |
The young inspector winced at my companion's ironical comments. | |
"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 'S.S.. Sea Unicorn, 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." | |
"Yes," said Holmes; "I think that both inferences are permissible. | |
Was there any other spirit but rum in the room?" | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"There was this tobacco-pouch upon the table." | |
"What part of the table?" | |
"It lay in the middle. It was of coarse seal-skin--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." | |
"Excellent! What more?" | |
Stanley Hopkins drew from his pocket a drab-covered note-book. 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. | |
"What do you make of these?" asked Holmes. | |
"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." | |
"Try Canadian Pacific Railway," said Holmes. | |
Stanley Hopkins swore between his teeth and struck his thigh with his | |
clenched hand. | |
"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." | |
Sherlock Holmes's face showed that he was thoroughly taken aback by | |
this new development. | |
"I must admit both your points," said he. "I confess that this | |
note-book, 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?" | |
"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." | |
Holmes had been examining the cover of the note-book with his | |
magnifying lens. | |
"Surely there is some discolouration here," said he. | |
"Yes, sir, it is a blood-stain. I told you that I picked the book off | |
the floor." | |
"Was the blood-stain above or below?" | |
"On the side next the boards." | |
"Which proves, of course, that the book was dropped after the crime | |
was committed." | |
"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." | |
"I suppose that none of these securities have been found among the | |
property of the dead man?" | |
"No, sir." | |
"Have you any reason to suspect robbery?" | |
"No, sir. Nothing seemed to have been touched." | |
"Dear me, it is certainly a very interesting case. Then there was a | |
knife, was there not?" | |
"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." | |
Holmes was lost in thought for some time. | |
"Well," said he, at last, "I suppose I shall have to come out and | |
have a look at it." | |
Stanley Hopkins gave a cry of joy. | |
"Thank you, sir. That will indeed be a weight off my mind." | |
Holmes shook his finger at the inspector. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
"Someone has been tampering with it," he said. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"This is a most extraordinary thing," said the inspector; "I could | |
swear that these marks were not here yesterday evening." | |
"Some curious person from the village, perhaps," I suggested. | |
"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?" | |
"I think that fortune is very kind to us." | |
"You mean that the person will come again?" | |
"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?" | |
"Come again next night with a more useful tool." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Have you taken anything off this shelf, Hopkins?" | |
"No; I have moved nothing." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
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? | |
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. | |
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. | |
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 log-books 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 Hopkins'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 re-lit, 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. | |
"Now, my fine fellow," said Stanley Hopkins, "who are you, and what | |
do you want here?" | |
The man pulled himself together and faced us with an effort at | |
self-composure. | |
"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." | |
"We'll see about that," said Hopkins. "First of all, what is your | |
name?" | |
"It is John Hopley Neligan." | |
I saw Holmes and Hopkins exchange a quick glance. | |
"What are you doing here?" | |
"Can I speak confidentially?" | |
"No, certainly not." | |
"Why should I tell you?" | |
"If you have no answer it may go badly with you at the trial." | |
The young man winced. | |
"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?" | |
I could see from Hopkins's face that he never had; but Holmes was | |
keenly interested. | |
"You mean the West-country bankers," said he. "They failed for a | |
million, ruined half the county families of Cornwall, and Neligan | |
disappeared." | |
"Exactly. Neligan was my father." | |
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. | |
"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 have reappeared on the | |
London market. You can imagine our amazement. I spent months in | |
trying to trace them, and at last, after many doublings and | |
difficulties, I discovered that the original seller had been Captain | |
Peter Carey, the owner of this hut. | |
"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. | |
"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 | |
log-books 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 | |
Sea Unicorn, I might settle the mystery of my father's fate. I tried | |
last night to get at these log-books, 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." | |
"Is that all?" asked Hopkins. | |
"Yes, that is all." His eyes shifted as he said it. | |
"You have nothing else to tell us?" | |
He hesitated. | |
"No; there is nothing." | |
"You have not been here before last night?" | |
"No." | |
"Then how do you account for that?" cried Hopkins, as he held up the | |
damning note-book, with the initials of our prisoner on the first | |
leaf and the blood-stain on the cover. | |
The wretched man collapsed. He sank his face in his hands and | |
trembled all over. | |
"Where did you get it?" he groaned. "I did not know. I thought I had | |
lost it at the hotel." | |
"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 very grateful. | |
Rooms have been reserved for you at the Brambletye Hotel, so we can | |
all walk down to the village together." | |
"Well, Watson, what do you think of it?" asked Holmes, as we | |
travelled back next morning. | |
"I can see that you are not satisfied." | |
"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." | |
"What, then, is the alternative?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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 for | |
ever." | |
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. | |
"You really think that your solution must be correct?" asked Holmes. | |
"I could not imagine a more complete case." | |
"It did not seem to me conclusive." | |
"You astonish me, Mr. Holmes. What more could one ask for?" | |
"Does your explanation cover every point?" | |
"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 note-book 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?" | |
Holmes smiled and shook his head. | |
"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 anaemic 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 a | |
more formidable person for whom we must seek." | |
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. | |
"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 my man. As to this terrible person | |
of yours, where is he?" | |
"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. | |
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. | |
"Show them in one by one," said Holmes. | |
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. | |
"What name?" he asked. | |
"James Lancaster." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
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. | |
"Your name?" asked Holmes. | |
"Patrick Cairns." | |
"Harpooner?" | |
"Yes, sir. Twenty-six voyages." | |
"Dundee, I suppose?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"And ready to start with an exploring ship?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"What wages?" | |
"Eight pounds a month." | |
"Could you start at once?" | |
"As soon as I get my kit." | |
"Have you your papers?" | |
"Yes, sir." He took a sheaf of worn and greasy forms from his pocket. | |
Holmes glanced over them and returned them. | |
"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." | |
The seaman lurched across the room and took up the pen. | |
"Shall I sign here?" he asked, stooping over the table. | |
Holmes leaned over his shoulder and passed both hands over his neck. | |
"This will do," said he. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
Stanley Hopkins was speechless with amazement. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
The hoarse voice of the seaman broke in on our conversation. | |
"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 killed | |
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." | |
"Not at all," said Holmes. "Let us hear what you have to say." | |
"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." | |
"How came you there?" asked Holmes. | |
"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 Sea Unicorn, 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 an 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 a 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. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"Mr. Holmes," said Hopkins, "I do not know how to express my | |
gratitude. Even now I do not understand how you attained this | |
result." | |
"Simply by having the good fortune to get the right clue from the | |
beginning. It is very possible if I had known about this note-book 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 seal-skin 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." | |
"And how did you find him?" | |
"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 Sea | |
Unicorn. 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 Sea Unicorn 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!" | |
"Wonderful!" cried Hopkins. "Wonderful!" | |
"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 for ever. 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." | |
THE ADVENTURE OF CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON | |
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. | |
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:-- | |
Charles Augustus Milverton, | |
Appledore Towers, | |
Hampstead. | |
Agent. | |
"Who is he?" I asked. | |
"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?" | |
I turned it over. | |
"Will call at 6.30--C.A.M.," I read. | |
"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." | |
"But who is he?" | |
"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 or 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?" | |
I had seldom heard my friend speak with such intensity of feeling. | |
"But surely," said I, "the fellow must be within the grasp of the | |
law?" | |
"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." | |
"And why is he here?" | |
"Because an illustrious client has placed her piteous case in my | |
hands. It is the Lady Eva Brackwell, the most beautiful debutante 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." | |
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 astrachan | |
overcoat descended. A minute later he was in the room. | |
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, golden-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. | |
"This gentleman?" said he, with a wave in my direction. "Is it | |
discreet? Is it right?" | |
"Dr. Watson is my friend and partner." | |
"Very good, Mr. Holmes. It is only in your client's interests that I | |
protested. The matter is so very delicate--" | |
"Dr. Watson has already heard of it." | |
"Then we can proceed to business. You say that you are acting for | |
Lady Eva. Has she empowered you to accept my terms?" | |
"What are your terms?" | |
"Seven thousand pounds." | |
"And the alternative?" | |
"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. | |
Holmes thought for a little. | |
"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." | |
Milverton chuckled. | |
"You evidently do not know the Earl," said he. | |
From the baffled look upon Holmes's face I could see clearly that he | |
did. | |
"What harm is there in the letters?" he asked. | |
"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 astrachan coat. | |
Holmes was grey with anger and mortification. | |
"Wait a little," he said. "You go too fast. We would certainly make | |
every effort to avoid scandal in so delicate a matter." | |
Milverton relapsed into his chair. | |
"I was sure that you would see it in that light," he purred. | |
"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." | |
Milverton's smile broadened and his eyes twinkled humorously. | |
"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." | |
"It is impossible," said Holmes. | |
"Dear me, dear me, how unfortunate!" cried Milverton, taking out a | |
bulky pocket-book. "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 is 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 Morning Post 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." | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
Holmes sprang from his chair. | |
"Get behind him, Watson! Don't let him out! Now, sir, let us see the | |
contents of that note-book." | |
Milverton had glided as quick as a rat to the side of the room, and | |
stood with his back against the wall. | |
"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 note-book | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
"You would not call me a marrying man, Watson?" | |
"No, indeed!" | |
"You'll be interested to hear that I am engaged." | |
"My dear fellow! I congrat--" | |
"To Milverton's housemaid." | |
"Good heavens, Holmes!" | |
"I wanted information, Watson." | |
"Surely you have gone too far?" | |
"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." | |
"But the girl, Holmes?" | |
He shrugged his shoulders. | |
"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!" | |
"You like this weather?" | |
"It suits my purpose. Watson, I mean to burgle Milverton's house | |
to-night." | |
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 wide 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. | |
"For Heaven's sake, Holmes, think what you are doing," I cried. | |
"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 pocket-book--an action | |
in which you were prepared to aid me." | |
I turned it over in my mind. | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"You will be in such a false position." | |
"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." | |
"Well, I don't like it; but I suppose it must be," said I. "When do | |
we start?" | |
"You are not coming." | |
"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." | |
"You can't help me." | |
"How do you know that? You can't tell what may happen. Anyway, my | |
resolution is taken. Other people beside you have self-respect and | |
even reputations." | |
Holmes had looked annoyed, but his brow cleared, and he clapped me on | |
the shoulder. | |
"Well, well, my dear fellow, be it so. We have shared the 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?" | |
"I have rubber-soled tennis shoes." | |
"Excellent. And a mask?" | |
"I can make a couple out of black silk." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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 fiancee--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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
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 | |
portiere at the farther side showed the entrance to his bedroom. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"Can I do anything?" | |
"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?" | |
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 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. | |
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 | |
backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, 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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
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. | |
"Well," said he, curtly, "you are nearly half an hour late." | |
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. | |
"Well," said Milverton, "you've 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?" | |
The woman shook her head. | |
"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 note 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?" | |
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. | |
"It is I," she said; "the woman whose life you have ruined." | |
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." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
The woman stood with her hand buried in her bosom, and the same | |
deadly smile on her thin lips. | |
"You will ruin no more lives as you 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!" | |
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. | |
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." | |
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 ground 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 glass-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. | |
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. | |
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes," said he; "good morning. May I ask if you | |
are very busy just now?" | |
"Not too busy to listen to you." | |
"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." | |
"Dear me!" said Holmes. "What was that?" | |
"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." | |
"Criminals!" said Holmes. "Plural!" | |
"Yes, there were two of them. They were, as nearly as possible, | |
captured red-handed. We have their foot-marks, 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." | |
"That's rather vague," said Sherlock Holmes. "Why, it might be a | |
description of Watson!" | |
"It's true," said the inspector, with much amusement. "It might be a | |
description of Watson." | |
"Well, I am 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." | |
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. | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SIX NAPOLEONS | |
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 head-quarters. 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. | |
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. | |
"Anything remarkable on hand?" he asked. | |
"Oh, no, Mr. Holmes, nothing very particular." | |
"Then tell me about it." | |
Lestrade laughed. | |
"Well, Mr. Holmes, there is no use denying that there is 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." | |
"Disease?" said I. | |
"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." | |
Holmes sank back in his chair. | |
"That's no business of mine," said he. | |
"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." | |
Holmes sat up again. | |
"Burglary! This is more interesting. Let me hear the details." | |
Lestrade took out his official note-book and refreshed his memory | |
from its pages. | |
"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. | |
"The second case, however, was more serious and also more singular. | |
It occurred only last night. | |
"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." | |
Holmes rubbed his hands. | |
"This is certainly very novel," said he. | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"They were taken from the same mould." | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"There are no limits to the possibilities of monomania," I answered. | |
"There is the condition which the modern French psychologists have | |
called the 'idée fixe,' 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 | |
idée fixe and under its influence be capable of any fantastic | |
outrage." | |
"That won't do, my dear Watson," said Holmes, shaking his head; "for | |
no amount of idée fixe would enable your interesting monomaniac to | |
find out where these busts were situated." | |
"Well, how do you explain it?" | |
"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 developments of so singular a chain | |
of events." | |
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: | |
"Come instantly, 131, Pitt Street, Kensington. | |
"Lestrade." | |
"What is it, then?" I asked. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"What has it turned to, then?" | |
"To murder. Mr. Harker, will you tell these gentlemen exactly what | |
has occurred?" | |
The man in the dressing-gown turned upon us with a most melancholy | |
face. | |
"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." | |
Holmes sat down and listened. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
"Well, who was the murdered man?" asked Holmes. | |
"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." | |
It was evidently taken by a snap-shot 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. | |
"And what became of the bust?" asked Holmes, after a careful study of | |
this picture. | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
The disconsolate journalist had seated himself at a writing-table. | |
"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." | |
As we left the room we heard his pen travelling shrilly over the | |
foolscap. | |
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. | |
"Well?" asked Lestrade. | |
Holmes shrugged his shoulders. | |
"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." | |
"He was rattled and bustled by meeting this other fellow. He hardly | |
knew what he was doing." | |
"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." | |
Lestrade looked about him. | |
"It was an empty house, and so he knew that he would not be disturbed | |
in the garden." | |
"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?" | |
"I give it up," said Lestrade. | |
Holmes pointed to the street lamp above our heads. | |
"He could see what he was doing here and he could not there. That was | |
his reason." | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
"No doubt; and yet it is not quite the way in which I should approach | |
the case." | |
"What would you do, then?" | |
"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." | |
"Very good," said Lestrade. | |
"If you are going back to Pitt Street you might see Mr. Horace | |
Harker. Tell him from 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." | |
Lestrade stared. | |
"You don't seriously believe that?" | |
Holmes smiled. | |
"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!" | |
Sherlock Holmes and I walked together to the High Street, where he | |
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 after noon, and that he was himself a newcomer who could | |
give us no information. Holmes's face showed his disappointment and | |
annoyance. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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 have nothing against him while he | |
was here. He was gone two days before the bust was smashed." | |
"Well, that's all we could reasonably expect to get 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 busts. I shall be surprised | |
if we don't get some help down there." | |
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 to | |
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. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"What did he get?" | |
"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 dare say he could tell you where he is." | |
"No, no," cried Holmes, "not a word to the cousin--not a word, I beg | |
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?" | |
"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." | |
"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. | |
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. | |
"This is all right, Watson," said he. "Listen to this: | |
"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. | |
"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 | |
to the matter." | |
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. | |
"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 dare say 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 dare say 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'll let me know if anything comes of your inquiries." | |
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. | |
"Well?" he asked. "What luck, Mr. Holmes?" | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"You don't say so?" | |
"And found a cause for the crime." | |
"Splendid!" | |
"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?" | |
Holmes clapped his hands approvingly. | |
"Excellent, Lestrade, excellent!" he cried. "But I didn't quite | |
follow your explanation of the destruction of the busts." | |
"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." | |
"And the next stage?" | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"In the Italian quarter?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Let us get to the open window. We will nab him as he climbs out," | |
Lestrade whispered. | |
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. | |
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. | |
"Mr. Josiah Brown, I suppose?" said Holmes. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?" | |
My friend bowed and smiled. "Mr. Sandeford, of Reading, I suppose?" | |
said he. | |
"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." | |
"Exactly." | |
"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?" | |
"Certainly." | |
"I was very much surprised at your letter, for I could not imagine | |
how you knew that I owned such a thing." | |
"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." | |
"Oh, that was it, was it? Did he tell you what I paid for it?" | |
"No, he did not." | |
"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." | |
"I am sure the scruple does you honour, Mr. Sandeford. But I have | |
named that price, so I intend to stick to it." | |
"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. | |
Holmes took a paper from his pocket and laid a ten-pound note upon | |
the table. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Gentlemen," he cried, "let me introduce you to the famous black | |
pearl of the Borgias." | |
Lestrade and I sat silent for a moment, and then, with a spontaneous | |
impulse, we both broke out 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. | |
"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. | |
"The main fact is that he had 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 employe, 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." | |
"If he was his confederate why should he carry his photograph?" I | |
asked. | |
"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." | |
We sat in silence for a moment. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE THREE STUDENTS | |
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 to exactly 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. | |
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. | |
"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 the town, I should | |
have been at a loss what to do." | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
My friend's temper had not improved since he had been deprived of the | |
congenial surroundings of Baker Street. Without his scrap-books, 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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
Holmes stirred for the first time. | |
"The first page on the floor, the second in the window, the third | |
where you left it," said he. | |
"Exactly, Mr. Holmes. You amaze me. How could you possibly know | |
that?" | |
"Pray continue your very interesting statement." | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
"Excellent!" said Holmes, who was recovering his good-humour as his | |
attention became more engrossed by the case. "Fortune has been your | |
friend." | |
"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' ends, 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." | |
"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?" | |
"Yes; young Daulat Ras, an Indian student who lives on the same | |
stair, came in to ask me some particulars about the examination." | |
"For which he was entered?" | |
"Yes." | |
"And the papers were on your table?" | |
"To the best of my belief they were rolled up." | |
"But might be recognised as proofs?" | |
"Possibly." | |
"No one else in your room?" | |
"No." | |
"Did anyone know that these proofs would be there?" | |
"No one save the printer." | |
"Did this man Bannister know?" | |
"No, certainly not. No one knew." | |
"Where is Bannister now?" | |
"He was very ill, poor fellow. I left him collapsed in the chair. I | |
was in such a hurry to come to you." | |
"You left your door open?" | |
"I locked up the papers first." | |
"Then it amounts to this, Mr. Soames, that unless the Indian student | |
recognised the roll as being proofs, the man who tampered with them | |
came upon them accidentally without knowing that they were there." | |
"So it seems to me." | |
Holmes gave an enigmatic smile. | |
"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!" | |
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. | |
"He must have entered through the door. There is no opening except | |
the one pane," said our learned guide. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
"By the window there." | |
"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." | |
"As a matter of fact he could not," said Soames, "for I entered by | |
the side door." | |
"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--very | |
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?" | |
"No, I can't say I was." | |
"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." | |
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--" | |
Holmes held out a small chip with the letters NN and a space of clear | |
wood after them. | |
"You see?" | |
"No, I fear that even now--" | |
"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?" | |
"To my bedroom." | |
"Have you been in it since your adventure?" | |
"No; I came straight away for you." | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"Halloa! What's this?" said he. | |
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. | |
"Your visitor seems to have left traces in your bedroom as well as in | |
your sitting-room, Mr. Soames." | |
"What could he have wanted there?" | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"So I read it." | |
"Surely there is another alternative, Mr. Holmes. I don't know | |
whether you observed my bedroom window?" | |
"Lattice-paned, lead framework, three separate windows, one swinging | |
on hinge and large enough to admit a man." | |
"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." | |
Holmes shook his head impatiently. | |
"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?" | |
"Yes, there are." | |
"And they are all in for this examination?" | |
"Yes." | |
"Have you any reason to suspect any one of them more than the | |
others?" | |
Soames hesitated. | |
"It is a very delicate question," said he. "One hardly likes to throw | |
suspicion where there are no proofs." | |
"Let us hear the suspicions. I will look after the proofs." | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
"Then it is he whom you suspect?" | |
"I dare not go so far as that. But of the three he is perhaps the | |
least unlikely." | |
"Exactly. Now, Mr. Soames, let us have a look at your servant, | |
Bannister." | |
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. | |
"We are investigating this unhappy business, Bannister," said his | |
master. | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"I understand," said Holmes, "that you left your key in the door?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"Was it not very extraordinary that you should do this on the very | |
day when there were these papers inside?" | |
"It was most unfortunate, sir. But I have occasionally done the same | |
thing at other times." | |
"When did you enter the room?" | |
"It was about half-past four. That is Mr. Soames's tea time." | |
"How long did you stay?" | |
"When I saw that he was absent I withdrew at once." | |
"Did you look at these papers on the table?" | |
"No, sir; certainly not." | |
"How came you to leave the key in the door?" | |
"I had the tea-tray in my hand. I thought I would come back for the | |
key. Then I forgot." | |
"Has the outer door a spring lock?" | |
"No, sir." | |
"Then it was open all the time?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"Anyone in the room could get out?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"When Mr. Soames returned and called for you, you were very much | |
disturbed?" | |
"Yes, sir. Such a thing has never happened during the many years that | |
I have been here. I nearly fainted, sir." | |
"So I understand. Where were you when you began to feel bad?" | |
"Where was I, sir? Why, here, near the door." | |
"That is singular, because you sat down in that chair over yonder | |
near the corner. Why did you pass these other chairs?" | |
"I don't know, sir. It didn't matter to me where I sat." | |
"I really don't think he knew much about it, Mr. Holmes. He was | |
looking very bad--quite ghastly." | |
"You stayed here when your master left?" | |
"Only for a minute or so. Then I locked the door and went to my | |
room." | |
"Whom do you suspect?" | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"No, sir; not a word." | |
"You haven't seen any of them?" | |
"No, sir." | |
"Very good. Now, Mr. Soames, we will take a walk in the quadrangle, | |
if you please." | |
Three yellow squares of light shone above us in the gathering gloom. | |
"Your three birds are all in their nests," said Holmes, looking up. | |
"Halloa! What's that? One of them seems restless enough." | |
It was the Indian, whose dark silhouette appeared suddenly upon his | |
blind. He was pacing swiftly up and down his room. | |
"I should like to have a peep at each of them," said Holmes. "Is it | |
possible?" | |
"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." | |
"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 mediaeval domestic architecture within. Holmes was so charmed with | |
one of them that he insisted on drawing it on his note-book, 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. "To-morrow's the exam, and I | |
won't be drawn by anyone." | |
"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." | |
Holmes's response was a curious one. | |
"Can you tell me his exact height?" he asked. | |
"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." | |
"That is very important," said Holmes. "And now, Mr. Soames, I wish | |
you good-night." | |
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." | |
"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." | |
"Very good, Mr. Holmes." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
"There is nothing in that. Many men do it when they are trying to | |
learn anything by heart." | |
"He looked at us in a queer way." | |
"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 does puzzle me." | |
"Who?" | |
"Why, Bannister, the servant. What's his game in the matter?" | |
"He impressed me as being a perfectly honest man." | |
"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." | |
There were only four stationers of any consequence 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. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Well, Watson," said he, "it is time we went down to St. Luke's. Can | |
you do without breakfast?" | |
"Certainly." | |
"Soames will be in a dreadful fidget until we are able to tell him | |
something positive." | |
"Have you anything positive to tell him?" | |
"I think so." | |
"You have formed a conclusion?" | |
"Yes, my dear Watson; I have solved the mystery." | |
"But what fresh evidence could you have got?" | |
"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!" | |
He held out his hand. On the palm were three little pyramids of | |
black, doughy clay. | |
"Why, Holmes, you had only two yesterday!" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
"Yes; let it proceed by all means." | |
"But this rascal--?" | |
"He shall not compete." | |
"You know him?" | |
"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 arm-chair in the middle. I think that we are now | |
sufficiently imposing to strike terror into a guilty breast. Kindly | |
ring the bell!" | |
Bannister entered, and shrunk back in evident surprise and fear at | |
our judicial appearance. | |
"You will kindly close the door," said Holmes. "Now, Bannister, will | |
you please tell us the truth about yesterday's incident?" | |
The man turned white to the roots of his hair. | |
"I have told you everything, sir." | |
"Nothing to add?" | |
"Nothing at all, sir." | |
"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?" | |
Bannister's face was ghastly. | |
"No, sir; certainly not." | |
"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." | |
Bannister licked his dry lips. | |
"There was no man, sir." | |
"Ah, that's a pity, Bannister. Up to now you may have spoken the | |
truth, but now I know that you have lied." | |
The man's face set in sullen defiance. | |
"There was no man, sir." | |
"Come, come, Bannister!" | |
"No, sir; there was no one." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
The unfortunate young man staggered back and cast a look full of | |
horror and reproach at Bannister. | |
"No, no, Mr. Gilchrist, sir; I never said a word--never one word!" | |
cried the servant. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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. | |
"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? | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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?" | |
"Gloves," said the young man. | |
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?" | |
The student had drawn himself erect. | |
"Yes, sir, it is true," said he. | |
"Good heavens, have you nothing to add?" cried Soames. | |
"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.'" | |
"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?" | |
Gilchrist pointed to Bannister. | |
"There is the man who set me in the right path," said he. | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE GOLDEN PINCE-NEZ | |
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 unite 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. | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
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 kerb. | |
The cab which I had seen had pulled up at our door. | |
"What can he want?" I ejaculated, as a man stepped out of it. | |
"Want! He wants us. And we, my poor Watson, want overcoats and | |
cravats and galoshes, 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." | |
When the light of the hall lamp fell upon our midnight visitor I had | |
no difficulty in recognising him. It was young Stanley Hopkins, a | |
promising detective, in whose career Holmes had several times shown a | |
very practical interest. | |
"Is he in?" he asked, eagerly. | |
"Come up, my dear sir," said Holmes's voice from above. "I hope you | |
have no designs upon us on such a night as this." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"I've seen nothing later than the fifteenth century to-day." | |
"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 three-fifteen, reached Yoxley Old Place at | |
five, conducted my investigation, was back at Charing Cross by the | |
last train, and straight to you by cab." | |
"Which means, I suppose, that you are not quite clear about your | |
case?" | |
"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." | |
Holmes lit his cigar and leaned back in his chair. | |
"Let us hear about it," said he. | |
"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, hardworking 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." | |
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. | |
"If you were to search all England," said he, "I don't suppose you | |
could find a household more self-contained or free 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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
"Except Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said my companion, with a somewhat | |
bitter smile. "Well, let us hear about it. What sort of job did you | |
make of it?" | |
"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." | |
He unfolded the rough chart, which I here reproduce, and he laid it | |
across Holmes's knee. I rose, and, standing behind Holmes, I studied | |
it over his shoulder. | |
[ Picture: Sketch of the building's room and corridors ] | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
"One moment," said Holmes. "Where does this path lead to?" | |
"To the road." | |
"How long is it?" | |
"A hundred yards or so." | |
"At the point where the path passes through the gate you could surely | |
pick up the tracks?" | |
"Unfortunately, the path was tiled at that point." | |
"Well, on the road itself?" | |
"No; it was all trodden into mire." | |
"Tut-tut! Well, then, these tracks upon the grass, were they coming | |
or going?" | |
"It was impossible to say. There was never any outline." | |
"A large foot or a small?" | |
"You could not distinguish." | |
Holmes gave an ejaculation of impatience. | |
"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?" | |
"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. | |
"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 forwards, so | |
that it is almost impossible that it could have been self-inflicted." | |
"Unless he fell upon the knife," said Holmes. | |
"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." | |
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." | |
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. | |
"That's the best I can do for you," said he. "It may prove to be of | |
some use." | |
The astonished detective read the note aloud. It ran as follows: | |
"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." | |
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 are 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, or | |
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." | |
"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." | |
Holmes took the glasses in his hand. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"Of course you would. Meanwhile, have you anything more to tell us | |
about the case?" | |
"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." | |
"Ah! there I am not in a position to help you. But I suppose you want | |
us to come out to-morrow?" | |
"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." | |
"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 dare say 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." | |
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. | |
"Well, Wilson, any news?" | |
"No, sir, nothing." | |
"No reports of any stranger seen?" | |
"No, sir. Down at the station they are certain that no stranger | |
either came or went yesterday." | |
"Have you had inquiries made at inns and lodgings?" | |
"Yes, sir; there is no one that we cannot account for." | |
"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." | |
"On which side were the marks on the grass?" | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"Yes, sir, she must have been a cool hand." | |
I saw an intent look pass over Holmes's face. | |
"You say that she must have come back this way?" | |
"Yes, sir; there is no other." | |
"On this strip of grass?" | |
"Certainly, Mr. Holmes." | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"I noticed it, Mr. Holmes. But you'll always find scratches round a | |
keyhole." | |
"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?" | |
A sad-faced, elderly woman came into the room. | |
"Did you dust this bureau yesterday morning?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"Did you notice this scratch?" | |
"No, sir, I did not." | |
"I am sure you did not, for a duster would have swept away these | |
shreds of varnish. Who has the key of this bureau?" | |
"The Professor keeps it on his watch-chain." | |
"Is it a simple key?" | |
"No, sir; it is a Chubb's key." | |
"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?" | |
"No sir; it is impossible. Before I got down the stair I'd have seen | |
anyone in the passage. Besides, the door never opened, for I would | |
have heard it." | |
"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?" | |
"No, sir." | |
"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." | |
"Well, sir, what of that?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
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 also was stained yellow with nicotine. | |
"A smoker, Mr. Holmes?" said he, speaking 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." | |
Holmes had lit a cigarette, and was shooting little darting glances | |
all over the room. | |
"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?" | |
"I have not yet made up my mind." | |
"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 paralyzing. 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." | |
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. | |
"Yes, sir, it is a crushing blow," said the old man. "That is my | |
magnum opus--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 foundations 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." | |
Holmes smiled. | |
"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'?" | |
The Professor shook his head. | |
"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." | |
"I see. You have no explanation yourself of the tragedy?" | |
"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." | |
"But the eye-glasses?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"Tell me, Professor Coram," he said, at last, "what is in that | |
cupboard in the bureau?" | |
"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." | |
Holmes picked up the key and looked at it for an instant; then he | |
handed it back. | |
"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." | |
Holmes was curiously distrait, and we walked up and down the garden | |
path for some time in silence. | |
"Have you a clue?" I asked, at last. | |
"It depends upon those cigarettes that I smoked," said he. "It is | |
possible that I am utterly mistaken. The cigarettes will show me." | |
"My dear Holmes," I exclaimed, "how on earth--" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"Ah!" said Holmes, "but it kills the appetite." | |
"Well, I don't know about that, sir." | |
"I suppose the Professor eats hardly anything?" | |
"Well, he is variable. I'll say that for him." | |
"I'll wager he took no breakfast this morning, and won't face his | |
lunch after all the cigarettes I saw him consume." | |
"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." | |
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 eye-glasses, 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." | |
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 | |
arm-chair by the fire. | |
"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 that Holmes's eyes were shining | |
and his cheeks tinged with colour. Only at a crisis have I seen those | |
battle-signals flying. | |
"Yes," said he, "I have solved it." | |
Stanley Hopkins and I stared in amazement. Something like a sneer | |
quivered over the gaunt features of the old Professor. | |
"Indeed! In the garden?" | |
"No, here." | |
"Here! When?" | |
"This instant." | |
"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." | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
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." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"I am aware of that, Professor Coram." | |
"And you mean to say that I could lie upon that bed and not be aware | |
that a woman had entered my room?" | |
"I never said so. You were aware of it. You spoke with her. You | |
recognised her. You aided her to escape." | |
Again the Professor burst into high-keyed laughter. He had risen to | |
his feet and his eyes glowed like embers. | |
"You are mad!" he cried. "You are talking insanely. I helped her to | |
escape? Where is she now?" | |
"She is there," said Holmes, and he pointed to a high bookcase in the | |
corner of the room. | |
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." | |
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. | |
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 | |
overmastering dignity which compelled obedience. The old man lay back | |
in his chair, with a twitching face, and stared at her with brooding | |
eyes. | |
"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." | |
"Madam," said Holmes, "I am sure that it is the truth. I fear that | |
you are far from well." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
For the first time the old man stirred. "God bless you, Anna!" he | |
cried. "God bless you!" | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"God bless you, Anna!" murmured the old man again. | |
"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." | |
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." | |
"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 for ever 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." | |
"You were always a noble woman, Anna," said the old man, puffing at | |
his cigarette. | |
She had risen, but she fell back again with a little cry of pain. | |
"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 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! | |
"I had just taken the papers and was locking the cupboard when the | |
young man seized me. I had seen him already that morning. He had met | |
me in the road and I had asked him to tell me where Professor Coram | |
lived, not knowing that he was in his employ." | |
"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." | |
"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--" | |
"Stop her!" cried Holmes. He had bounded across the room and had | |
wrenched a small phial from her hand. | |
"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." | |
"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 | |
seriously consider 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 head-quarters, no doubt. I think, | |
Watson, you and I will drive together to the Russian Embassy." | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING THREE-QUARTER | |
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: | |
"Please await me. Terrible misfortune. Right wing three-quarter | |
missing; indispensable to-morrow. | |
Overton." | |
"Strand post-mark 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 dare say, by the time I have looked | |
through the times, and then we shall know all about it. Even the most | |
insignificant problem would be welcome in these stagnant days." | |
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. | |
As we had expected, the telegram was soon followed by its sender, and | |
the card of Mr. Cyril Overton, of 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. | |
"Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" | |
My companion bowed. | |
"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." | |
"Pray sit down and tell me what is the matter." | |
"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 touch-line. 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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
It was our visitor's turn to look surprised. | |
"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?" | |
Holmes shook his head good-humouredly. | |
"Great Scot!" 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 | |
have you lived?" | |
Holmes laughed at the young giant's naive astonishment. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
Sherlock Holmes listened with the deepest attention to this singular | |
narrative. | |
"What did you do?" he asked. | |
"I wired to Cambridge to learn if anything had been heard of him | |
there. I have had an answer. No one has seen him." | |
"Could he have got back to Cambridge?" | |
"Yes, there is a late train--quarter-past eleven." | |
"But so far as you can ascertain he did not take it?" | |
"No, he has not been seen." | |
"What did you do next?" | |
"I wired to Lord Mount-James." | |
"Why to Lord Mount-James?" | |
"Godfrey is an orphan, and Lord Mount-James is his nearest | |
relative--his uncle, I believe." | |
"Indeed. This throws new light upon the matter. Lord Mount-James is | |
one of the richest men in England." | |
"So I've heard Godfrey say." | |
"And your friend was closely related?" | |
"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." | |
"Have you heard from Lord Mount-James?" | |
"No." | |
"What motive could your friend have in going to Lord Mount-James?" | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
Cyril Overton pressed his hands to his head. "I can make nothing of | |
it," said he. | |
"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 this hotel, | |
and see if the porter can throw any fresh light upon the matter." | |
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 working man. 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. | |
"Let me see," said Holmes, seating himself on Staunton's bed. "You | |
are the day porter, are you not?" | |
"Yes, sir; I go off duty at eleven." | |
"The night porter saw nothing, I suppose?" | |
"No, sir; one theatre party came in late. No one else." | |
"Were you on duty all day yesterday?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"Did you take any messages to Mr. Staunton?" | |
"Yes, sir; one telegram." | |
"Ah! that's interesting. What o'clock was this?" | |
"About six." | |
"Where was Mr. Staunton when he received it?" | |
"Here in his room." | |
"Were you present when he opened it?" | |
"Yes, sir; I waited to see if there was an answer." | |
"Well, was there?" | |
"Yes, sir. He wrote an answer." | |
"Did you take it?" | |
"No; he took it himself." | |
"But he wrote it in your presence?" | |
"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.'" | |
"What did he write it with?" | |
"A pen, sir." | |
"Was the telegraphic form one of these on the table?" | |
"Yes, sir; it was the top one." | |
Holmes rose. Taking the forms he carried them over to the window and | |
carefully examined that which was uppermost. | |
"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!" | |
He tore off a strip of the blotting-paper and turned towards us the | |
following hieroglyphic: | |
[ Picture: Several unreadable scrawls on paper ] | |
Cyril Overton was much excited. "Hold it to the glass!" he cried. | |
"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: | |
[ Picture: Stand by us for God’s sake! ] | |
"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. 'Us,' 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." | |
"We have only to find to whom that telegram is addressed," I | |
suggested. | |
"Exactly, my dear Watson. Your reflection, though profound, had | |
already crossed my mind. But I dare say it may have come to your | |
notice that if you walk into a post-office and demand to see the | |
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." | |
There were a number of letters, bills, and note-books, 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?" | |
"Sound as a bell." | |
"Have you ever known him ill?" | |
"Not a day. He has been laid up with a hack, and once he slipped his | |
knee-cap, but that was nothing." | |
"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." | |
"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. | |
"Who are you, sir, and by what right do you touch this gentleman's | |
papers?" he asked. | |
"I am a private detective, and I am endeavouring to explain his | |
disappearance." | |
"Oh, you are, are you? And who instructed you, eh?" | |
"This gentleman, Mr. Staunton's friend, was referred to me by | |
Scotland Yard." | |
"Who are you, sir?" | |
"I am Cyril Overton." | |
"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?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"And are you prepared to meet the cost?" | |
"I have no doubt, sir, that my friend Godfrey, when we find him, will | |
be prepared to do that." | |
"But if he is never found, eh? Answer me that!" | |
"In that case no doubt his family--" | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
The face of our unpleasant little visitor turned as white as his | |
neckcloth. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
There was a telegraph-office at a short distance from the hotel. We | |
halted outside it. | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
The young woman turned over a sheaf of counterfoils. | |
"What o'clock was it?" she asked. | |
"A little after six." | |
"Whom was it to?" | |
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." | |
The young woman separated one of the forms. | |
"This is it. There is no name," said she, smoothing it out upon the | |
counter. | |
"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. | |
"Well?" I asked. | |
"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." | |
"And what have you gained?" | |
"A starting-point for our investigation." He hailed a cab. "King's | |
Cross Station," said he. | |
"We have a journey, then?" | |
"Yes; I think we must run down to Cambridge together. All the | |
indications seem to me to point in that direction." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"It certainly did that. But what are your alternatives?" | |
"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 | |
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." | |
"These theories take no account of the telegram." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
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. | |
"I have heard your name, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and I am aware of your | |
profession, one of which I by no means approve." | |
"In that, doctor, you will find yourself in agreement with every | |
criminal in the country," said my friend, quietly. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"What about him?" | |
"You know him, do you not?" | |
"He is an intimate friend of mine." | |
"You are aware that he has disappeared?" | |
"Ah, indeed!" There was no change of expression in the rugged | |
features of the doctor. | |
"He left his hotel last night. He has not been heard of." | |
"No doubt he will return." | |
"To-morrow is the 'Varsity football match." | |
"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." | |
"I claim your sympathy, then, in my investigation of Mr. Staunton's | |
fate. Do you know where he is?" | |
"Certainly not." | |
"You have not seen him since yesterday?" | |
"No, I have not." | |
"Was Mr. Staunton a healthy man?" | |
"Absolutely." | |
"Did you ever know him ill?" | |
"Never." | |
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." | |
The doctor flushed with anger. | |
"I do not feel that there is any reason why I should render an | |
explanation to you, Mr. Holmes." | |
Holmes replaced the bill in his note-book. "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." | |
"I know nothing about it." | |
"Did you hear from Mr. Staunton in London?" | |
"Certainly not." | |
"Dear me, dear me; the post-office 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." | |
Dr. Leslie Armstrong sprang up from behind his desk, and his dark | |
face was crimson with fury. | |
"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. | |
"Dr. Leslie Armstrong is certainly a man of energy and character," | |
said he. "I have not seen a man who, if he turned 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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"No unusual thing for a doctor in practice." | |
"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?" | |
"His coachman--" | |
"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." | |
"Could you not follow it?" | |
"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." | |
"We can follow him to-morrow." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
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. | |
Yours faithfully, | |
Leslie Armstrong. | |
"An outspoken, honest antagonist is the doctor," said Holmes. "Well, | |
well, he excites my curiosity, and I must really know more before I | |
leave him." | |
"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?" | |
"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 two 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." | |
Once more, however, my friend was destined to be disappointed. He | |
came back at night weary and unsuccessful. | |
"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?" | |
"Yes; I opened it. Here it is: | |
"'Ask for Pompey from Jeremy Dixon, Trinity College.' | |
"I don't understand it." | |
"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?" | |
"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: | |
"'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.'" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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. | |
"What have you done, Holmes?" I asked. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"This détour has been entirely for our benefit, then?" said Holmes. | |
"No wonder that my inquiries among those villages 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!" | |
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. | |
"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!" | |
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 onwards. 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 we had just | |
traversed. A brougham was coming down it, and there could be no | |
mistaking those grey horses. | |
"By Jove, the doctor is coming back!" cried Holmes. "That settles it. | |
We are bound to see what it means before he comes." | |
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. | |
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. | |
"Are you Mr. Godfrey Staunton?" | |
"Yes, yes; I am--but you are too late. She is dead." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
A minute later the grim doctor and ourselves were in the sitting-room | |
below. | |
"Well, sir?" said he. | |
"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 co-operation in keeping | |
the facts out of the papers." | |
Dr. Armstrong took a quick step forward and wrung Holmes by the hand. | |
"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 a 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." | |
Holmes grasped the doctor's hand. | |
"Come, Watson," said he, and we passed from that house of grief into | |
the pale sunlight of the winter day. | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE | |
It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning during 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. | |
"Come, Watson, come!" he cried. "The game is afoot. Not a word! Into | |
your clothes and come!" | |
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. 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 it aloud: | |
"Abbey Grange, Marsham, Kent, | |
"3.30 a.m. | |
"My dear Mr. Holmes: | |
"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. | |
"Yours faithfully, | |
"Stanley Hopkins." | |
"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." | |
"Why do you not write them yourself?" I said, with some bitterness. | |
"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 text-book which shall focus the whole art of detection into one | |
volume. Our present research appears to be a case of murder." | |
"You think this Sir Eustace is dead, then?" | |
"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." | |
"How can you possibly tell?" | |
"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 Chislehurst | |
Station, and we shall soon set our doubts at rest." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
"What, the three Randalls?" | |
"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." | |
"Sir Eustace is dead, then?" | |
"Yes; his head was knocked in with his own poker." | |
"Sir Eustace Brackenstall, the driver tells me." | |
"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." | |
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 was hung upon the | |
couch beside her. | |
"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?" | |
"I thought they had better hear your ladyship's story first." | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"It is nothing. It has no connection with the hideous business of | |
last night. If you and your friend will sit down I will tell you all | |
I can. | |
"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--Heaven 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:-- | |
"I will tell you about last night. You are aware, perhaps, that in | |
this house all 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. | |
"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-room table. I | |
was so firmly bound that I could not move, and a handkerchief round | |
my mouth prevented me from uttering any 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 his shirt and trousers, with his favourite | |
blackthorn cudgel in his hand. He rushed at one of the burglars, but | |
another--it was the elderly man--stooped, picked the poker out of the | |
grate, and struck him a horrible blow as he passed. He fell without a | |
groan, and never moved again. I fainted once more, but again it could | |
only have been 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 still 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." | |
"Any questions, Mr. Holmes?" asked Hopkins. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
With a motherly tenderness the gaunt woman put her arm round her | |
mistress and led her from the room. | |
"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!" | |
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. | |
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 farther 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, over-hanging | |
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 | |
tiger-skin hearthrug in front of the fire. | |
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 night-shirt, 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. | |
"He must be a powerful man, this elder Randall," he remarked. | |
"Yes," said Hopkins. "I have some record of the fellow, and he is a | |
rough customer." | |
"You should have no difficulty in getting him." | |
"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 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 | |
recognise the description." | |
"Exactly. One would have expected that they would have silenced Lady | |
Brackenstall as well." | |
"They may not have realized," I suggested, "that she had recovered | |
from her faint." | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
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. | |
"When this was pulled down the bell in the kitchen must have rung | |
loudly," he remarked. | |
"No one could hear it. The kitchen stands right at the back of the | |
house." | |
"How did the burglar know no one would hear it? How dared he pull at | |
a bell-rope in that reckless fashion?" | |
"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." | |
"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 on the mantelpiece have been lighted." | |
"Yes; it was by their light and that of the lady's bedroom candle | |
that the burglars saw their way about." | |
"And what did they take?" | |
"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." | |
"No doubt that is true. And yet they drank some wine, I understand." | |
"To steady their own nerves." | |
"Exactly. These three glasses upon the sideboard have been untouched, | |
I suppose?" | |
"Yes; and the bottle stands as they left it." | |
"Let us look at it. Halloa! halloa! what is this?" | |
The three glasses were grouped together, all of them tinged with | |
wine, and one of them containing some dregs of bees-wing. 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. | |
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. | |
"How did they draw it?" he asked. | |
Hopkins pointed to a half-opened drawer. In it lay some table linen | |
and a large cork-screw. | |
"Did Lady Brackenstall say that screw was used?" | |
"No; you remember that she was senseless at the moment when the | |
bottle was opened." | |
"Quite so. As a matter of fact that screw was not 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 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 with a single pull. When you | |
catch this fellow you will find that he has one of these multiplex | |
knives in his possession." | |
"Excellent!" said Hopkins. | |
"But these glasses do puzzle me, I confess. Lady Brackenstall | |
actually saw the three men drinking, did she not?" | |
"Yes; she was clear about that." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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 can't 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 against that? Three wine-glasses, | |
that is all. But if I had not taken things for granted, if I had | |
examined everything with care which I would have shown had we | |
approached the case de novo and had no cut-and-dried story to warp my | |
mind, would 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 | |
Chislehurst 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. | |
"Surely there are details in her story which, if we looked at it 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 is 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?" | |
"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." | |
"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 wine-glasses." | |
"What about the wine-glasses?" | |
"Can you see them in your mind's eye?" | |
"I see them clearly." | |
"We are told that three men drank from them. Does that strike you as | |
likely?" | |
"Why not? There was wine in each glass." | |
"Exactly; but there was bees-wing only in one glass. You must have | |
noticed that fact. What does that suggest to your mind?" | |
"The last glass filled would be most likely to contain bees-wing." | |
"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 bees-wing. That does not appear | |
probable. No, no; I am sure that I am right." | |
"What, then, do you suppose?" | |
"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 bees-wing 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 | |
Chislehurst train." | |
The household of the Abbey Grange were much surprised at our return, | |
but Sherlock Holmes, finding that Stanley Hopkins had gone off to | |
report to head-quarters, 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 formed 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, but all else | |
remained as we had seen it in the morning. Then, 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. | |
"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." | |
"You have got your men?" | |
"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." | |
"Where was the clue?" | |
"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?" | |
"Because it is frayed there?" | |
"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?" | |
"Blood." | |
"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 after 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 awhile, if we are to get the information which we want." | |
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. | |
"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 for ever illtreating 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 hat-pin. The | |
sly fiend--Heaven forgive me that I should speak of him so, now that | |
he is dead, but a fiend 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." | |
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. | |
"I hope," said the lady, "that you have not come to cross-examine me | |
again?" | |
"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." | |
"What do you want me to do?" | |
"To tell me the truth." | |
"Mr. Holmes!" | |
"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." | |
Mistress and maid were both staring at Holmes with pale faces and | |
frightened eyes. | |
"You are an impudent fellow!" cried Theresa. "Do you mean to say that | |
my mistress has told a lie?" | |
Holmes rose from his chair. | |
"Have you nothing to tell me?" | |
"I have told you everything." | |
"Think once more, Lady Brackenstall. Would it not be better to be | |
frank?" | |
For an instant there was hesitation in her beautiful face. Then some | |
new strong thought caused it to set like a mask. | |
"I have told you all I know." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
Holmes's card sent in to the manager ensured instant attention, and | |
he was not long in acquiring all the information which he needed. In | |
June of '95 only one of their line had reached a home port. It was | |
the Rock of Gibraltar, 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 on her way to | |
Australia, somewhere to the south of the Suez Canal. Her officers | |
were the same as in '95, with one exception. The first officer, Mr. | |
Jack Croker, had been made a captain and was to take charge of their | |
new ship, the Bass Rock, 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. | |
No; Mr. Holmes had no desire to see him, but would be glad to know | |
more about his record and character. | |
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. | |
"No, I couldn't do it, Watson," said he, as we re-entered 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." | |
Before evening we had a visit from Inspector Stanley Hopkins. Things | |
were not going very well with him. | |
"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?" | |
"I didn't know it." | |
"But you told me to examine it." | |
"You got it, then?" | |
"Yes, I got it." | |
"I am very glad if I have helped you." | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"But why should such an idea cross your mind?" | |
"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?" | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"Yes, sir, yes. It was all your doing. But I have had a bad | |
set-back." | |
"A set-back?" | |
"Yes, Mr. Holmes. The Randall gang were arrested in New York this | |
morning." | |
"Dear me, Hopkins! That is certainly rather against your theory that | |
they committed a murder in Kent last night." | |
"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." | |
"Quite so; it is perfectly possible. What, are you off?" | |
"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?" | |
"I have given you one." | |
"Which?" | |
"Well, I suggested a blind." | |
"But why, Mr. Holmes, why?" | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"I expect developments, Watson." | |
"When?" | |
"Now--within a few minutes. I dare say you thought I acted rather | |
badly to Stanley Hopkins just now?" | |
"I trust your judgment." | |
"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." | |
"But when will that be?" | |
"The time has come. You will now be present at the last scene of a | |
remarkable little drama." | |
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. | |
"Sit down, Captain Croker. You got my telegram?" | |
Our visitor sank into an arm-chair and looked from one to the other | |
of us with questioning eyes. | |
"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." | |
"Give him a cigar," said Holmes. "Bite on that, Captain Croker, 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." | |
"What do you wish me to do?" | |
"To give me a true account of all that happened at the Abbey Grange | |
last night--a true 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 for ever." | |
The sailor thought for a little. Then he struck his leg with his | |
great, sun-burned hand. | |
"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. Curse | |
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. | |
"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 Rock of Gibraltar. 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. | |
"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. | |
"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 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 that I loved. Well, | |
gentlemen, I was standing with her just inside the window, in all | |
innocence, as Heaven 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? | |
"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 the 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 | |
a 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." | |
Holmes smoked for some time in silence. Then he crossed the room and | |
shook our visitor by the hand. | |
"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." | |
"I thought the police never could have seen through our dodge." | |
"And the police haven't; nor will they, to the best of my belief. | |
Now, look here, Captain Croker, 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." | |
"And then it will all come out?" | |
"Certainly it will come out." | |
The sailor flushed with anger. | |
"What sort of proposal is that to make a man? I know enough of law to | |
understand that Mary would be had 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." | |
Holmes for a second time held out his hand to the sailor. | |
"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 Croker, 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?" | |
"Not guilty, my lord," said I. | |
"Vox populi, vox Dei. You are acquitted, Captain Croker. 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." | |
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SECOND STAIN | |
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. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"Have you informed the police?" | |
"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." | |
"And why, sir?" | |
"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." | |
"I understand. Now, Mr. Trelawney Hope, I should be much obliged if | |
you would tell me exactly the circumstances under which this document | |
disappeared." | |
"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 I | |
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." | |
"What time did you dine?" | |
"Half-past seven." | |
"How long was it before you went to bed?" | |
"My wife had gone to the theatre. I waited up for her. It was | |
half-past eleven before we went to our room." | |
"Then for four hours the despatch-box had lain unguarded?" | |
"No one is ever permitted to enter that room save the housemaid 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." | |
"Who did know of the existence of that letter?" | |
"No one in the house." | |
"Surely your wife knew?" | |
"No, sir; I had said nothing to my wife until I missed the paper this | |
morning." | |
The Premier nodded approvingly. | |
"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." | |
The European Secretary bowed. | |
"You do me no more than justice, sir. Until this morning I have never | |
breathed one word to my wife upon this matter." | |
"Could she have guessed?" | |
"No, Mr. Holmes, she could not have guessed--nor could anyone have | |
guessed." | |
"Have you lost any documents before?" | |
"No, sir." | |
"Who is there in England who did know of the existence of this | |
letter?" | |
"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." | |
"But abroad?" | |
"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." | |
Holmes considered for some little time. | |
"Now, sir, I must ask you more particularly what this document is, | |
and why its disappearance should have such momentous consequences?" | |
The two statesmen exchanged a quick glance and the Premier's shaggy | |
eyebrows gathered in a frown. | |
"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--" | |
"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 was the letter?" | |
"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." | |
Sherlock Holmes rose with a smile. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"I agree with you, sir," said the younger statesman. | |
"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." | |
"You may safely trust us." | |
"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." | |
Holmes wrote a name upon a slip of paper and handed it to the | |
Premier. | |
"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." | |
"Have you informed the sender?" | |
"Yes, sir, a cipher telegram has been despatched." | |
"Perhaps he desires the publication of the letter." | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
"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?" | |
"Yes, sir." | |
"And to whom would this document be sent if it fell into the hands of | |
an enemy?" | |
"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." | |
Mr. Trelawney Hope dropped his head on his chest and groaned aloud. | |
The Premier placed his hand kindly upon his shoulder. | |
"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?" | |
Holmes shook his head mournfully. | |
"You think, sir, that unless this document is recovered there will be | |
war?" | |
"I think it is very probable." | |
"Then, sir, prepare for war." | |
"That is a hard saying, Mr. Holmes." | |
"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." | |
The Prime Minister rose from the settee. | |
"What you say is perfectly logical, Mr. Holmes. I feel that the | |
matter is indeed out of our hands." | |
"Let us presume, for argument's sake, that the document was taken by | |
the maid or by the valet--" | |
"They are both old and tried servants." | |
"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." | |
"Why should he be missing?" asked the European Secretary. "He would | |
take the letter to an Embassy in London, as likely as not." | |
"I fancy not. These agents work independently, and their relations | |
with the Embassies are often strained." | |
The Prime Minister nodded his acquiescence. | |
"I believe you are right, Mr. Holmes. He would take so valuable a | |
prize to head-quarters 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." | |
The two statesmen bowed and walked gravely from the room. | |
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. | |
"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." | |
I glanced at my morning paper. | |
"Is that Eduardo Lucas of Godolphin Street?" | |
"Yes." | |
"You will not see him." | |
"Why not?" | |
"He was murdered in his house last night." | |
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: | |
Murder in Westminster | |
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 onwards 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 wide-spread circle of friends. | |
"Well, Watson, what do you make of this?" asked Holmes, after a long | |
pause. | |
"It is an amazing coincidence." | |
"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--must | |
be connected. It is for us to find the connection." | |
"But now the official police must know all." | |
"Not at all. They know all they see at Godolphin Street. They | |
know--and shall know--nothing of Whitehall Terrace. Only we 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?" | |
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. | |
"Ask Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope if she will be kind enough to step | |
up," said he. | |
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. | |
"Has my husband been here, Mr. Holmes?" | |
"Yes, madam, he has been here." | |
"Mr. Holmes, I implore you not to tell him that I came here." Holmes | |
bowed coldly, and motioned the lady to a chair. | |
"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." | |
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 hope 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?" | |
"Madam, what you ask me is really impossible." | |
She groaned and sank her face in her hands. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"What is it, madam?" | |
"Is my husband's political career likely to suffer through this | |
incident?" | |
"Well, madam, unless it is set right it may certainly have a very | |
unfortunate effect." | |
"Ah!" She drew in her breath sharply as one whose doubts are | |
resolved. | |
"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." | |
"If he said so, I certainly cannot deny it." | |
"Of what nature are they?" | |
"Nay, madam, there again you ask me more than I can possibly answer." | |
"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." 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. | |
"Now, Watson, the fair sex is your department," said Holmes, with a | |
smile, when the dwindling frou-frou of skirts had ended in the slam | |
of the front door. "What was the fair lady's game? What did she | |
really want?" | |
"Surely her own statement is clear and her anxiety very natural." | |
"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." | |
"She was certainly much moved." | |
"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 manoeuvred | |
to have the light at her back. She did not wish us to read her | |
expression." | |
"Yes; she chose the one chair in the room." | |
"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." | |
"You are off?" | |
"Yes; I will wile 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." | |
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. | |
As to the arrest of John Mitton, the valet, it was a counsel 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 alibi 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. | |
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. | |
A discovery has just been made by the Parisian police [said the Daily | |
Telegraph] 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 | |
alibi. 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 | |
that 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 re-establishment of her reason. There is evidence that a woman, | |
who might have been Mme. Fournaye, was seen for some hours on Monday | |
night watching the house in Godolphin Street. | |
"What do you think of that, Holmes?" I had read the account aloud to | |
him, while he finished his breakfast. | |
"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." | |
"Surely it is final as regards the man's death." | |
"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 can't 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." | |
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. | |
"Seen the Paris news?" asked Lestrade. | |
Holmes nodded. | |
"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." | |
Holmes raised his eyebrows. | |
"And yet you have sent for me?" | |
"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." | |
"What is it, then?" | |
"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--" | |
"Yes? You found--" | |
Holmes's face grew tense with anxiety. | |
"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?" | |
"Undoubtedly it must." | |
"Well, you will be surprised to hear that there is no stain on the | |
white woodwork to correspond." | |
"No stain! But there must--" | |
"Yes; so you would say. But the fact remains that there isn't." | |
He took the corner of the carpet in his hand and, turning it over, he | |
showed that it was indeed as he said. | |
"But the underside is as stained as the upper. It must have left a | |
mark." | |
Lestrade chuckled with delight at having puzzled the famous expert. | |
"Now I'll show you the explanation. There is 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?" | |
"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." | |
"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?" | |
I could see from Holmes's rigid face that he was vibrating with | |
inward excitement. | |
"Look here, Lestrade," said he, "has that constable in the passage | |
been in charge of the place all the time?" | |
"Yes, he has." | |
"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 know someone has been | |
here. Press him. Tell him that a full confession is his only chance | |
of forgiveness. Do exactly what I tell you!" | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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." | |
The big constable, very hot and penitent, sidled into the room. | |
"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." | |
"Well, what happened then?" | |
"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 dare say, and | |
dared not face me." | |
"How about moving that drugget?" | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
"Certainly, it was most interesting. Has this woman only been here | |
once, constable?" | |
"Yes, sir, only once." | |
"Who was she?" | |
"Don't know the name, sir. Was answering an advertisement about | |
type-writing, and came to the wrong number--very pleasant, genteel | |
young woman, sir." | |
"Tall? Handsome?" | |
"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." | |
"How was she dressed?" | |
"Quiet, sir--a long mantle down to her feet." | |
"What time was it?" | |
"It was just growing dusk at the time. They were lighting the lamps | |
as I came back with the brandy." | |
"Very good," said Holmes. "Come, Watson, I think that we have more | |
important work elsewhere." | |
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. | |
"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 set-back 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." | |
My mind filled with admiration for this extraordinary man. | |
"You have solved it!" I cried. | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"You--you insult me, Mr. Holmes." | |
"Come, come, madam, it is useless. Give up the letter." | |
She darted to the bell. | |
"The butler shall show you out." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"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?" | |
"Pray sit down, madam. You will hurt yourself there if you fall. I | |
will not speak until you sit down. Thank you." | |
"I give you five minutes, Mr. Holmes." | |
"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." | |
She stared at him with an ashen face and gulped twice before she | |
could speak. | |
"You are mad, Mr. Holmes--you are mad!" she cried, at last. | |
He drew a small piece of cardboard from his pocket. It was the face | |
of a woman cut out of a portrait. | |
"I have carried this because I thought it might be useful," said he. | |
"The policeman has recognised it." | |
She gave a gasp and her head dropped back in the chair. | |
"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." | |
Her courage was admirable. Even now she would not own defeat. | |
"I tell you again, Mr. Holmes, that you are under some absurd | |
illusion." | |
Holmes rose from his chair. | |
"I am sorry for you, Lady Hilda. I have done my best for you; I can | |
see that it is all in vain." | |
He rang the bell. The butler entered. | |
"Is Mr. Trelawney Hope at home?" | |
"He will be home, sir, at a quarter to one." | |
Holmes glanced at his watch. | |
"Still a quarter of an hour," said he. "Very good, I shall wait." | |
The butler had hardly closed the door behind him when Lady Hilda was | |
down on her knees at Holmes's feet, her hands out-stretched, her | |
beautiful face upturned and wet with her tears. | |
"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." | |
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?" | |
She darted across to a writing-desk, unlocked it, and drew out a long | |
blue envelope. | |
"Here it is, Mr. Holmes. Would to Heaven I had never seen it!" | |
"How can we return it?" Holmes muttered. "Quick, quick, we must think | |
of some way! Where is the despatch-box?" | |
"Still in his bedroom." | |
"What a stroke of luck! Quick, madam, bring it here!" | |
A moment later she had appeared with a red flat box in her hand. | |
"How did you open it before? You have a duplicate key? Yes, of course | |
you have. Open it!" | |
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. | |
"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." | |
"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!" | |
"Quick, madam, the time grows short!" | |
"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 for | |
ever 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?" | |
"Take your husband into your confidence." | |
"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." | |
"What happened there, madam?" | |
"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. | |
"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. | |
"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!" | |
The European Secretary burst excitedly into the room. | |
"Any news, Mr. Holmes, any news?" he cried. | |
"I have some hopes." | |
"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." | |
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. | |
"I understand that you have something to report, Mr. Holmes?" | |
"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." | |
"But that is not enough, Mr. Holmes. We cannot live for ever on such | |
a volcano. We must have something definite." | |
"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." | |
"Mr. Holmes!" | |
"If it had it would certainly have been public by now." | |
"But why should anyone take it in order to keep it in his house?" | |
"I am not convinced that anyone did take it." | |
"Then how could it leave the despatch-box?" | |
"I am not convinced that it ever did leave the despatch-box." | |
"Mr. Holmes, this joking is very ill-timed. You have my assurance | |
that it left the box." | |
"Have you examined the box since Tuesday morning?" | |
"No; it was not necessary." | |
"You may conceivably have overlooked it." | |
"Impossible, I say." | |
"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." | |
"It was on the top." | |
"Someone may have shaken the box and displaced it." | |
"No, no; I had everything out." | |
"Surely it is easily decided, Hope," said the Premier. "Let us have | |
the despatch-box brought in." | |
The Secretary rang the bell. | |
"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!" | |
The Premier snatched the blue envelope from his hand. | |
"Yes, it is it--and the letter is intact. Hope, I congratulate you." | |
"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?" | |
"Because I knew it was nowhere else." | |
"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. | |
The Premier looked at Holmes with twinkling eyes. | |
"Come, sir," said he. "There is more in this than meets the eye. How | |
came the letter back in the box?" | |
Holmes turned away smiling from the keen scrutiny of those wonderful | |
eyes. | |
"We also have our diplomatic secrets," said he, and picking up his | |
hat he turned to the door. | |
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