This document summarizes the events that led Mr. John Scott Eccles to consult Sherlock Holmes about a strange experience. Eccles had accepted an invitation to stay at Wisteria Lodge, but upon waking found that his host and the entire household had vanished without a trace. Holmes and Inspector Gregson were already investigating the matter, as Eccles' host Garcia had been found murdered. They question Eccles about his story in an effort to learn more about Garcia and the events of the previous night.
Holmes and Watson hide in Mrs. Warren's box room to observe her mysterious lodger. She leaves his lunch tray outside his locked door as usual. They wait to catch a glimpse of the man, whose unusual seclusion and secretive behavior has alarmed the landlady. The story sets up a mystery around the identity and motives of the unknown lodger.
The story continues with Dracomeer the Wizard and Springle the Knight getting ready to set out on an important adventure into the Icey Peaks with a mysterious sword.
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Mrs. Bixby pawns her new, expensive mink coat at a pawnbroker shop in New York City after receiving it as a parting gift from her lover, the Colonel. She needs money for the weekend but cannot explain to her husband where she got the coat. She convinces the pawnbroker to lend her money without recording her name, address, or a description of the coat. This allows Mrs. Bixby to potentially retrieve the coat after the weekend without her husband discovering its origin.
The document is a poem by Banjo Paterson titled "A Bush Christening". It describes a settler family living in the Australian bush who have not had their young son christened. When a preacher arrives to perform the christening, the son is afraid of being branded like cattle. He hides in a log to avoid it. The preacher and father try to coax him out, and when he emerges quickly, the preacher names him "Maginnis" on the spot without knowing his real name. The poem humorously depicts a makeshift bush christening.
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King Cecil has hired a new wizard, Busyrane Subtle, to help with matters in his kingdom. However, Busyrane's first task of getting rid of squirrels in Burdley goes badly, as he accidentally burns down the entire forest. He is able to restore the forest and squirrels through a spell, securing an alliance with Burdley. Meanwhile, King Cecil survives an assassination attempt and hires the would-be assassin, Nicola Michaletto, after she identifies the slow-acting poison used. Nicola advises Cecil to only eat food prepared by his own hands from now on for safety.
This summary provides the key details from the introduction of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens:
1) The story introduces Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly, cold-hearted man who despises Christmas.
2) Scrooge was once in business with a man named Marley, who is now dead.
3) On Christmas Eve, Scrooge's nephew and clerk try to spread Christmas cheer to Scrooge, but he rejects them, saying Christmas is a "humbug."
Princess Abigail of Avalon has her betrothal to King Eric rejected, though he invites her to stay as a guest until spring. At dinner, Lady Georgiana Manchester arrives uninvited and acts rudely towards Abigail, making her feel self-conscious. Georgiana claims to be a close personal friend of King Eric's and that she has come to welcome him, though he seems uncomfortable around her advances. Abigail feels disappointed by the rejection and Georgiana's behavior.
Holmes and Watson hide in Mrs. Warren's box room to observe her mysterious lodger. She leaves his lunch tray outside his locked door as usual. They wait to catch a glimpse of the man, whose unusual seclusion and secretive behavior has alarmed the landlady. The story sets up a mystery around the identity and motives of the unknown lodger.
The story continues with Dracomeer the Wizard and Springle the Knight getting ready to set out on an important adventure into the Icey Peaks with a mysterious sword.
Eighteenth lecture for my students in English 140, UC Santa Barbara, Summer 2012. Course website: http://patrickbrianmooney.nfshost.com/~patrick/ta/su12/index.html
Mrs. Bixby pawns her new, expensive mink coat at a pawnbroker shop in New York City after receiving it as a parting gift from her lover, the Colonel. She needs money for the weekend but cannot explain to her husband where she got the coat. She convinces the pawnbroker to lend her money without recording her name, address, or a description of the coat. This allows Mrs. Bixby to potentially retrieve the coat after the weekend without her husband discovering its origin.
The document is a poem by Banjo Paterson titled "A Bush Christening". It describes a settler family living in the Australian bush who have not had their young son christened. When a preacher arrives to perform the christening, the son is afraid of being branded like cattle. He hides in a log to avoid it. The preacher and father try to coax him out, and when he emerges quickly, the preacher names him "Maginnis" on the spot without knowing his real name. The poem humorously depicts a makeshift bush christening.
A Squeaky Clean Renaissance, Chapter 4: Do Not Meddle in the Affairs of Wizardsprofessorbutters
King Cecil has hired a new wizard, Busyrane Subtle, to help with matters in his kingdom. However, Busyrane's first task of getting rid of squirrels in Burdley goes badly, as he accidentally burns down the entire forest. He is able to restore the forest and squirrels through a spell, securing an alliance with Burdley. Meanwhile, King Cecil survives an assassination attempt and hires the would-be assassin, Nicola Michaletto, after she identifies the slow-acting poison used. Nicola advises Cecil to only eat food prepared by his own hands from now on for safety.
This summary provides the key details from the introduction of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens:
1) The story introduces Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly, cold-hearted man who despises Christmas.
2) Scrooge was once in business with a man named Marley, who is now dead.
3) On Christmas Eve, Scrooge's nephew and clerk try to spread Christmas cheer to Scrooge, but he rejects them, saying Christmas is a "humbug."
Princess Abigail of Avalon has her betrothal to King Eric rejected, though he invites her to stay as a guest until spring. At dinner, Lady Georgiana Manchester arrives uninvited and acts rudely towards Abigail, making her feel self-conscious. Georgiana claims to be a close personal friend of King Eric's and that she has come to welcome him, though he seems uncomfortable around her advances. Abigail feels disappointed by the rejection and Georgiana's behavior.
1) The passage is an excerpt from A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens and introduces the character Ebenezer Scrooge. Scrooge's business partner Jacob Marley is long dead, and Scrooge runs their firm alone.
2) Scrooge is a cold, miserly man who despises Christmas and sees it as a burden. When his nephew wishes him a merry Christmas, Scrooge angrily replies that Christmas is a "humbug."
3) Scrooge refuses his nephew's invitation to Christmas dinner and dismisses him coldly, showing his bitter and solitary nature.
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1. An old man author visits a circus in search of a runaway side character from one of his unfinished stories.
2. He finds the woman in her tent and tries to convince her to return to his story so he can kill her off to further her sister's character development.
3. However, the woman refuses, having escaped and built a new life. She reveals that many readers came to sympathize with her after learning her fate, spoiling the author's plans.
4. Defeated, the author is forced to abandon his story and leave the circus, which disappears, leaving only an erasing ink behind for him to destroy the ruined manuscript.
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This document provides background context for an upcoming story. It describes how a small rural town was destroyed by a rain of fire sent by the Fire Elemental Lord as punishment for neglecting offerings. A 15-year-old Fire Queen led prayers for three days to appease the lord. While the people were grateful, she felt she failed to protect them. Separately, a masked girl observes Team Inferno eliminating other teams in a Blade Dance competition through fire magic. She has a plan to prepare a sixth Queen for the awakening Demon King. However, the witch Sjora Kahn of Team Inferno is aware of the masked girl hiding things and questions if she is really the "Strongest Blade Dancer" as advertised.
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Holden wakes up hungry after sleeping in. He considers calling room service but is worried Maurice will deliver. Instead, he calls Sally Hayes to make plans to meet that afternoon. He checks out of his hotel due to lack of funds. At Grand Central, he stores his bags and eats with two nuns. He gives them $10 for their collection but regrets not giving more due to his plans with Sally.
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Sister Una is asked to help annex the kingdom of Snordwich by dealing with a supernatural problem plaguing the land - an elemental spirit demon that has been tricking people into harmful bargains. The demon spreads its influence to Puritania by striking a deal with merchant Lucretia. When traditional experts like Robert Galenus refuse to help, Sister Una must find a way to send the demon back on her own using only her virtues of peace and love. She is eventually able to do so, saving both kingdoms, though she refuses to take credit for her courageous actions.
Nellie arrives in Egypt to continue her adventure and search for mystical gems. She meets with Fatima Amin, who tells her the Ruby of Sakhara may be found from the relic merchant Fahad Madbouli. Nellie has an unpleasant encounter with Fahad, but obtains information about the Ruby. She then witnesses an old woman charming snakes and decides to learn this skill, which may help cure mummy's curses. Nellie realizes she needs to return to France to continue her mission.
The document discusses good manners and civility. It argues that while discourtesy is not a legal offense, the lift-man was wrong to physically assault the passenger who refused to say "please." Though the law cannot enforce manners, social practices encourage civility through small courtesies like saying "please" and "thank you." The document praises a polite bus conductor who treats passengers with kindness, easing tensions and making his work pleasant through good humor.
This summarizes the first section of the document:
[1] The document is an excerpt from The Night Land by William Hope Hodgson, published in 1912. It introduces the characters of the narrator and Lady Mirdath the Beautiful, who meet by chance one evening.
[2] They discover they both share knowledge of the same imaginary dream lands. They spend the evening wandering and discussing their shared fantasies.
[3] They become lost track of time in their conversation. Lady Mirdath's guardian sends out a search party when they do not return, but they are found unharmed and in each other's company. This beginning the narrator's love for Lady Mirdath.
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This document summarizes events in the lives of characters from A Piratical Legacy. It describes Celeste giving birth to twin boys and Other-Alan giving birth as well after being turned into a woman. Queen Ivy seeks a prince consort and offers various characters positions in her royal court, while Toni finds love with a Roman named Publius. Eddie considers hybridizing humans with tigers.
The Lady Ginevra visits a graveyard at night to mourn her lost love. She meets Sir Vox-a-lot, who offers to accompany her to a nearby castle rumored to help reunite lost loves. At the castle gates, the Gatekeeper warns them of danger but agrees to help. However, as he hands over the keys, he begins choking and glowing with an unearthly light, forcing the travelers to flee inside for their safety.
This document is the preface and first chapter of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. It introduces the main character, Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly, cold-hearted man who despises Christmas. On Christmas Eve, Scrooge is visited by the ghost of his former business partner Jacob Marley who warns that Scrooge will be haunted by three spirits. Scrooge interacts unpleasantly with relatives and charity workers who try to spread Christmas cheer, showing his dislike for the holiday season.
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson discuss a case involving a woman named Mary Sutherland. She came to Holmes for help regarding her fiancé Hosmer Angel, who mysteriously disappeared after they got engaged. Holmes questions Mary about her background and relationship with Hosmer to get details of the case. Mary explains she met Hosmer at a ball and they began exchanging letters after her father forbid them from seeing each other. They planned to marry but Hosmer never showed up at the wedding. Holmes continues questioning Mary to uncover more clues about Hosmer's identity and reason for disappearing.
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Kay Leonis auditioned for the Bakirville Opera and is now anxiously awaiting their decision. She has a long history with and deep admiration for the Opera, especially Marcus Orlov, who has remained unchanged for hundreds of years. During her audition, she sang folk songs, arias, and the national anthem, transporting herself and possibly Marcus. She is now on the verge of a panic attack as she waits for the committee's response.
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Matthew Quick's debut novel The Silver Linings Playbook received praise from reviewers for its compelling narrator, Pat Peoples, and its portrayal of his struggles with mental illness. The passage introduces Pat as he is released from a psychiatric facility to live with his mother. Pat agrees to go only if he can see his ex-wife Nikki again once their "apart time" is over. He is anxious about adjusting to life outside the facility and in his changed hometown.
Reyna has a meeting with the centurions after the Argo II attacks Camp Jupiter. Octavian confronts her about trusting the Greeks. That night, Reyna is visited by Venus and Mars, who advise her not to attack Camp Half-Blood and instead to support the Greeks in their war against Gaea. They provide some information to help Reyna infiltrate the camp, such as following Annabeth or seeking out Thalia Grace and the Hunters. Mars also asks Reyna to spare Frank and the others on the Argo II.
Every know and then you just have to have a few laughs. Well let's look at an historical view of comedy and what was funny over 100 years ago and see if we still get it. You may be surprised. Enjoy. Free downloads are available.
The document outlines the lessons and homework for Module 4, Lesson 2 Day 2. It includes examples of using percentages of parts to calculate totals, such as calculating remaining data based on a percentage of a data plan used and calculating the total number of people surveyed based on the percentage that chose one option. It also provides problems, notes, and instructions for students to complete.
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The document is the prologue and first two chapters of a story. It introduces a thief who is being chased and falls off a cliff, finding a mysterious dead man at the bottom wearing strange black clothes and clutching an impossibly heavy black ring. The story then shifts to Ella, a girl with the power to transform into animals who discovers the dead body and takes the ring, before returning home to find her mother has a new guest, a man named Julius, staying at their inn.
1) The passage is an excerpt from A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens and introduces the character Ebenezer Scrooge. Scrooge's business partner Jacob Marley is long dead, and Scrooge runs their firm alone.
2) Scrooge is a cold, miserly man who despises Christmas and sees it as a burden. When his nephew wishes him a merry Christmas, Scrooge angrily replies that Christmas is a "humbug."
3) Scrooge refuses his nephew's invitation to Christmas dinner and dismisses him coldly, showing his bitter and solitary nature.
Unabridged-a dedication to the runaway Side CharacterRhiannon Scott
1. An old man author visits a circus in search of a runaway side character from one of his unfinished stories.
2. He finds the woman in her tent and tries to convince her to return to his story so he can kill her off to further her sister's character development.
3. However, the woman refuses, having escaped and built a new life. She reveals that many readers came to sympathize with her after learning her fate, spoiling the author's plans.
4. Defeated, the author is forced to abandon his story and leave the circus, which disappears, leaving only an erasing ink behind for him to destroy the ruined manuscript.
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This document provides background context for an upcoming story. It describes how a small rural town was destroyed by a rain of fire sent by the Fire Elemental Lord as punishment for neglecting offerings. A 15-year-old Fire Queen led prayers for three days to appease the lord. While the people were grateful, she felt she failed to protect them. Separately, a masked girl observes Team Inferno eliminating other teams in a Blade Dance competition through fire magic. She has a plan to prepare a sixth Queen for the awakening Demon King. However, the witch Sjora Kahn of Team Inferno is aware of the masked girl hiding things and questions if she is really the "Strongest Blade Dancer" as advertised.
Fifteen painted cards from a vampire tarotNaman Kumar
The document contains excerpts from 15 cards of a vampire tarot deck. Each card provides a brief story or description. The Fool card introduces a young man who seeks immortality by meeting a vampire in a graveyard. The voice that speaks to him says "This is not life." Other cards include The Magician, which references a man claiming to be 1000 years old, The Priestess featuring a self-proclaimed vampire queen on a talk show, and The Lovers describing a couple found dead together in a coffin with the man more decayed than the woman. The final card, The World, has a vampire telling the listener that vampires are essentially just like humans but colder and deader.
Holden wakes up hungry after sleeping in. He considers calling room service but is worried Maurice will deliver. Instead, he calls Sally Hayes to make plans to meet that afternoon. He checks out of his hotel due to lack of funds. At Grand Central, he stores his bags and eats with two nuns. He gives them $10 for their collection but regrets not giving more due to his plans with Sally.
A Squeaky Clean Renaissance: King Cecil and the Dragonprofessorbutters
Sister Una is asked to help annex the kingdom of Snordwich by dealing with a supernatural problem plaguing the land - an elemental spirit demon that has been tricking people into harmful bargains. The demon spreads its influence to Puritania by striking a deal with merchant Lucretia. When traditional experts like Robert Galenus refuse to help, Sister Una must find a way to send the demon back on her own using only her virtues of peace and love. She is eventually able to do so, saving both kingdoms, though she refuses to take credit for her courageous actions.
Nellie arrives in Egypt to continue her adventure and search for mystical gems. She meets with Fatima Amin, who tells her the Ruby of Sakhara may be found from the relic merchant Fahad Madbouli. Nellie has an unpleasant encounter with Fahad, but obtains information about the Ruby. She then witnesses an old woman charming snakes and decides to learn this skill, which may help cure mummy's curses. Nellie realizes she needs to return to France to continue her mission.
The document discusses good manners and civility. It argues that while discourtesy is not a legal offense, the lift-man was wrong to physically assault the passenger who refused to say "please." Though the law cannot enforce manners, social practices encourage civility through small courtesies like saying "please" and "thank you." The document praises a polite bus conductor who treats passengers with kindness, easing tensions and making his work pleasant through good humor.
This summarizes the first section of the document:
[1] The document is an excerpt from The Night Land by William Hope Hodgson, published in 1912. It introduces the characters of the narrator and Lady Mirdath the Beautiful, who meet by chance one evening.
[2] They discover they both share knowledge of the same imaginary dream lands. They spend the evening wandering and discussing their shared fantasies.
[3] They become lost track of time in their conversation. Lady Mirdath's guardian sends out a search party when they do not return, but they are found unharmed and in each other's company. This beginning the narrator's love for Lady Mirdath.
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This document summarizes events in the lives of characters from A Piratical Legacy. It describes Celeste giving birth to twin boys and Other-Alan giving birth as well after being turned into a woman. Queen Ivy seeks a prince consort and offers various characters positions in her royal court, while Toni finds love with a Roman named Publius. Eddie considers hybridizing humans with tigers.
The Lady Ginevra visits a graveyard at night to mourn her lost love. She meets Sir Vox-a-lot, who offers to accompany her to a nearby castle rumored to help reunite lost loves. At the castle gates, the Gatekeeper warns them of danger but agrees to help. However, as he hands over the keys, he begins choking and glowing with an unearthly light, forcing the travelers to flee inside for their safety.
This document is the preface and first chapter of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. It introduces the main character, Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly, cold-hearted man who despises Christmas. On Christmas Eve, Scrooge is visited by the ghost of his former business partner Jacob Marley who warns that Scrooge will be haunted by three spirits. Scrooge interacts unpleasantly with relatives and charity workers who try to spread Christmas cheer, showing his dislike for the holiday season.
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson discuss a case involving a woman named Mary Sutherland. She came to Holmes for help regarding her fiancé Hosmer Angel, who mysteriously disappeared after they got engaged. Holmes questions Mary about her background and relationship with Hosmer to get details of the case. Mary explains she met Hosmer at a ball and they began exchanging letters after her father forbid them from seeing each other. They planned to marry but Hosmer never showed up at the wedding. Holmes continues questioning Mary to uncover more clues about Hosmer's identity and reason for disappearing.
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Reyna has a meeting with the centurions after the Argo II attacks Camp Jupiter. Octavian confronts her about trusting the Greeks. That night, Reyna is visited by Venus and Mars, who advise her not to attack Camp Half-Blood and instead to support the Greeks in their war against Gaea. They provide some information to help Reyna infiltrate the camp, such as following Annabeth or seeking out Thalia Grace and the Hunters. Mars also asks Reyna to spare Frank and the others on the Argo II.
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The document is the prologue and first two chapters of a story. It introduces a thief who is being chased and falls off a cliff, finding a mysterious dead man at the bottom wearing strange black clothes and clutching an impossibly heavy black ring. The story then shifts to Ella, a girl with the power to transform into animals who discovers the dead body and takes the ring, before returning home to find her mother has a new guest, a man named Julius, staying at their inn.
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This document is an introduction to the short story collection "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It provides background on Sherlock Holmes and his relationship with Dr. Watson. It then describes an encounter where Dr. Watson visits Holmes at his apartment in Baker Street and witnesses Holmes working on a new case, having received an unusual note requesting his help that evening.
This document is an excerpt from Arthur Conan Doyle's short story "A Scandal in Bohemia". It introduces Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson discussing a mysterious note Holmes received requesting a meeting that evening. Through careful examination, Holmes deduces that the note was written by a German man, on paper made in Bohemia. He infers the visitor will arrive shortly to seek Holmes' services and reveal more information.
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1) Sherlock Holmes receives a mysterious pink note requesting a meeting that evening with a masked visitor, who desires consultation on a matter of great importance due to Holmes' success helping European royalty.
2) Through analyzing the paper and handwriting, Holmes deduces the visitor is German. The paper is made in Bohemia.
3) As Holmes is explaining his deductions, a horse-drawn carriage arrives at the door, suggesting the German visitor has arrived for the meeting.
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This document summarizes the text of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's short story "A Scandal in Bohemia" from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. It provides background on the eBook and notes it is part of the Project Gutenberg collection. It then presents the full text of "A Scandal in Bohemia" in 12 sections.
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Table of contents
Chapter 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3
Chapter 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7
Chapter 3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12
1
CHAPTER I.
T
o Sherlock Holmes she is always the
woman. I have seldom heard him men-
tion her under any other name. In his
eyes she eclipses and predominates the
whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emo-
tion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and
that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold,
precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I
take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing
machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he
would have placed himself in a false position. He
never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe
and a sneer. They were admirable things for the ob-
server—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s
motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner
to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and
finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a dis-
tracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all
his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or
a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would
not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in
a nature such as his. And yet there was but one
woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene
Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage
had drifted us away from each other. My own
complete happiness, and the home-centred inter-
ests which rise up around the man who first finds
himself master of his own establishment, were suf-
ficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes,
who loathed every form of society with his whole
Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker
Street, buried among his old books, and alternating
from week to week between cocaine and ambition,
the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of
his own keen nature. He was still, as ever, deeply
attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his
immense faculties and extraordinary powers of ob-
servation in following out those clues, and clearing
up those mysteries which had been abandoned as
hopeless by the official police. From time to time.
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The Adventure of Wisteria Lodge
The Singular Experience of Mr. John Scott Eccles
I find it recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy day towards
the end of March in the year 1892. Holmes had received a telegram while we
sat at our lunch, and he had scribbled a reply. He made no remark, but the
matter remained in his thoughts, for he stood in front of the fire afterwards
with a thoughtful face, smoking his pipe, and casting an occasional glance at
the message. Suddenly he turned upon me with a mischievous twinkle in his
eyes.
“I suppose, Watson, we must look upon you as a man of letters,” said he.
“How do you define the word ‘grotesque’?”
“Strange—remarkable,” I suggested.
He shook his head at my definition.
“There is surely something more than that,” said he; “some underlying
suggestion of the tragic and the terrible. If you cast your mind back to some
of those narratives with which you have afflicted a long-suffering public, you
will recognize how often the grotesque has deepened into the criminal. Think
of that little affair of the red-headed men. That was grotesque enough in the
outset, and yet it ended in a desperate attempt at robbery. Or, again, there
was that most grotesque affair of the five orange pips, which led straight to a
murderous conspiracy. The word puts me on the alert.”
“Have you it there?” I asked.
He read the telegram aloud.
“Have just had most incredible and grotesque experience. May I
consult you?
“Scott Eccles,
“Post Office, Charing Cross.”
“Man or woman?” I asked.
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“Oh, man, of course. No woman would ever send a reply-paid telegram.
She would have come.”
“Will you see him?”
“My dear Watson, you know how bored I have been since we locked up
Colonel Carruthers. My mind is like a racing engine, tearing itself to pieces
because it is not connected up with the work for which it was built. Life is
commonplace, the papers are sterile; audacity and romance seem to have
passed forever from the criminal world. Can you ask me, then, whether I am
ready to look into any new problem, however trivial it may prove? But here,
unless I am mistaken, is our client.”
A measured step was heard upon the stairs, and a moment later a stout,
tall, gray-whiskered and solemnly respectable person was ushered into the
room. His life history was written in his heavy features and pompous manner.
From his spats to his gold-rimmed spectacles he was a Conservative, a
churchman, a good citizen, orthodox and conventional to the last degree. But
some amazing experience had disturbed his native composure and left its
traces in his bristling hair, his flushed, angry cheeks, and his flurried, excited
manner. He plunged instantly into his business.
“I have had a most singular and unpleasant experience, Mr. Holmes,” said
he. “Never in my life have I been placed in such a situation. It is most
improper—most outrageous. I must insist upon some explanation.” He
swelled and puffed in his anger.
“Pray sit down, Mr. Scott Eccles,” said Holmes in a soothing voice. “May
I ask, in the first place, why you came to me at all?”
“Well, sir, it did not appear to be a matter which concerned the police,
and yet, when you have heard the facts, you must admit that I could not leave
it where it was. Private detectives are a class with whom I have absolutely no
sympathy, but none the less, having heard your name—”
“Quite so. But, in the second place, why did you not come at once?”
Holmes glanced at his watch.
“It is a quarter-past two,” he said. “Your telegram was dispatched about
one. But no one can glance at your toilet and attire without seeing that your
disturbance dates from the moment of your waking.”
Our client smoothed down his unbrushed hair and felt his unshaven chin.
“You are right, Mr. Holmes. I never gave a thought to my toilet. I was only
too glad to get out of such a house. But I have been running round making
inquiries before I came to you. I went to the house agents, you know, and they
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said that Mr. Garcia’s rent was paid up all right and that everything was in
order at Wisteria Lodge.”
“Come, come, sir,” said Holmes, laughing. “You are like my friend, Dr.
Watson, who has a bad habit of telling his stories wrong end foremost. Please
arrange your thoughts and let me know, in their due sequence, exactly what
those events are which have sent you out unbrushed and unkempt, with dress
boots and waistcoat buttoned awry, in search of advice and assistance.”
Our client looked down with a rueful face at his own unconventional
appearance.
“I’m sure it must look very bad, Mr. Holmes, and I am not aware that in
my whole life such a thing has ever happened before. But will tell you the
whole queer business, and when I have done so you will admit, I am sure, that
there has been enough to excuse me.”
But his narrative was nipped in the bud. There was a bustle outside, and
Mrs. Hudson opened the door to usher in two robust and official-looking
individuals, one of whom was well known to us as Inspector Gregson of
Scotland Yard, an energetic, gallant, and, within his limitations, a capable
officer. He shook hands with Holmes and introduced his comrade as Inspector
Baynes, of the Surrey Constabulary.
“We are hunting together, Mr. Holmes, and our trail lay in this direction.”
He turned his bulldog eyes upon our visitor. “Are you Mr. John Scott Eccles,
of Popham House, Lee?”
“I am.”
“We have been following you about all the morning.”
“You traced him through the telegram, no doubt,” said Holmes.
“Exactly, Mr. Holmes. We picked up the scent at Charing Cross Post-
Office and came on here.”
“But why do you follow me? What do you want?”
“We wish a statement, Mr. Scott Eccles, as to the events which let up to
the death last night of Mr. Aloysius Garcia, of Wisteria Lodge, near Esher.”
Our client had sat up with staring eyes and every tinge of colour struck
from his astonished face.
“Dead? Did you say he was dead?”
“Yes, sir, he is dead.”
“But how? An accident?”
“Murder, if ever there was one upon earth.”
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“Good God! This is awful! You don’t mean—you don’t mean that I am
suspected?”
“A letter of yours was found in the dead man’s pocket, and we know by it
that you had planned to pass last night at his house.”
“So I did.”
“Oh, you did, did you?”
Out came the official notebook.
“Wait a bit, Gregson,” said Sherlock Holmes. “All you desire is a plain
statement, is it not?”
“And it is my duty to warn Mr. Scott Eccles that it may be used against
him.”
“Mr. Eccles was going to tell us about it when you entered the room. I
think, Watson, a brandy and soda would do him no harm. Now, sir, I suggest
that you take no notice of this addition to your audience, and that you proceed
with your narrative exactly as you would have done had you never been
interrupted.”
Our visitor had gulped off the brandy and the colour had returned to his
face. With a dubious glance at the inspector’s notebook, he plunged at once
into his extraordinary statement.
“I am a bachelor,” said he, “and being of a sociable turn I cultivate a large
number of friends. Among these are the family of a retired brewer called
Melville, living at Abermarle Mansion, Kensington. It was at his table that I
met some weeks ago a young fellow named Garcia. He was, I understood, of
Spanish descent and connected in some way with the embassy. He spoke
perfect English, was pleasing in his manners, and as good-looking a man as
ever I saw in my life.
“In some way we struck up quite a friendship, this young fellow and I. He
seemed to take a fancy to me from the first, and within two days of our
meeting he came to see me at Lee. One thing led to another, and it ended in
his inviting me out to spend a few days at his house, Wisteria Lodge, between
Esher and Oxshott. Yesterday evening I went to Esher to fulfil this
engagement.
“He had described his household to me before I went there. He lived with
a faithful servant, a countryman of his own, who looked after all his needs.
This fellow could speak English and did his housekeeping for him. Then there
was a wonderful cook, he said, a half-breed whom he had picked up in his
travels, who could serve an excellent dinner. I remember that he remarked
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what a queer household it was to find in the heart of Surrey, and that I agreed
with him, though it has proved a good deal queerer than I thought.
“I drove to the place—about two miles on the south side of Esher. The
house was a fair-sized one, standing back from the road, with a curving drive
which was banked with high evergreen shrubs. It was an old, tumbledown
building in a crazy state of disrepair. When the trap pulled up on the grass-
grown drive in front of the blotched and weather-stained door, I had doubts
as to my wisdom in visiting a man whom I knew so slightly. He opened the
door himself, however, and greeted me with a great show of cordiality. I was
handed over to the manservant, a melancholy, swarthy individual, who led the
way, my bag in his hand, to my bedroom. The whole place was depressing.
Our dinner was tete-a-tete, and though my host did his best to be
entertaining, his thoughts seemed to continually wander, and he talked so
vaguely and wildly that I could hardly understand him. He continually
drummed his fingers on the table, gnawed his nails, and gave other signs of
nervous impatience. The dinner itself was neither well served nor well cooked,
and the gloomy presence of the taciturn servant did not help to enliven us. I
can assure you that many times in the course of the evening I wished that I
could invent some excuse which would take me back to Lee.
“One thing comes back to my memory which may have a bearing upon
the business that you two gentlemen are investigating. I thought nothing of it
at the time. Near the end of dinner a note was handed in by the servant. I
noticed that after my host had read it he seemed even more distrait and
strange than before. He gave up all pretence at conversation and sat, smoking
endless cigarettes, lost in his own thoughts, but he made no remark as to the
contents. About eleven I was glad to go to bed. Some time later Garcia looked
in at my door—the room was dark at the time—and asked me if I had rung. I
said that I had not. He apologized for having disturbed me so late, saying that
it was nearly one o’clock. I dropped off after this and slept soundly all night.
“And now I come to the amazing part of my tale. When I woke it was
broad daylight. I glanced at my watch, and the time was nearly nine. I had
particularly asked to be called at eight, so I was very much astonished at this
forgetfulness. I sprang up and rang for the servant. There was no response. I
rang again and again, with the same result. Then I came to the conclusion that
the bell was out of order. I huddled on my clothes and hurried downstairs in
an exceedingly bad temper to order some hot water. You can imagine my
surprise when I found that there was no one there. I shouted in the hall. There
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was no answer. Then I ran from room to room. All were deserted. My host had
shown me which was his bedroom the night before, so I knocked at the door.
No reply. I turned the handle and walked in. The room was empty, and the
bed had never been slept in. He had gone with the rest. The foreign host, the
foreign footman, the foreign cook, all had vanished in the night! That was the
end of my visit to Wisteria Lodge.”
Sherlock Holmes was rubbing his hands and chuckling as he added this
bizarre incident to his collection of strange episodes.
“Your experience is, so far as I know, perfectly unique,” said he. “May I
ask, sir, what you did then?”
“I was furious. My first idea was that I had been the victim of some absurd
practical joke. I packed my things, banged the hall door behind me, and set
off for Esher, with my bag in my hand. I called at Allan Brothers’, the chief
land agents in the village, and found that it was from this firm that the villa
had been rented. It struck me that the whole proceeding could hardly be for
the purpose of making a fool of me, and that the main object must be to get
out of the rent. It is late in March, so quarter-day is at hand. But this theory
would not work. The agent was obliged to me for my warning, but told me
that the rent had been paid in advance. Then I made my way to town and
called at the Spanish embassy. The man was unknown there. After this I went
to see Melville, at whose house I had first met Garcia, but I found that he really
knew rather less about him than I did. Finally when I got your reply to my wire
I came out to you, since I gather that you are a person who gives advice in
difficult cases. But now, Mr. Inspector, I understand, from what you said when
you entered the room, that you can carry the story on, and that some tragedy
had occurred. I can assure you that every word I have said is the truth, and
that, outside of what I have told you, I know absolutely nothing about the fate
of this man. My only desire is to help the law in every possible way.”
“I am sure of it, Mr. Scott Eccles—I am sure of it,” said Inspector Gregson
in a very amiable tone. “I am bound to say that everything which you have said
agrees very closely with the facts as they have come to our notice. For example,
there was that note which arrived during dinner. Did you chance to observe
what became of it?”
“Yes, I did. Garcia rolled it up and threw it into the fire.”
“What do you say to that, Mr. Baynes?”
The country detective was a stout, puffy, red man, whose face was only
redeemed from grossness by two extraordinarily bright eyes, almost hidden
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behind the heavy creases of cheek and brow. With a slow smile he drew a
folded and discoloured scrap of paper from his pocket.
“It was a dog-grate, Mr. Holmes, and he overpitched it. I picked this out
unburned from the back of it.”
Holmes smiled his appreciation.
“You must have examined the house very carefully to find a single pellet
of paper.”
“I did, Mr. Holmes. It’s my way. Shall I read it, Mr. Gregson?”
The Londoner nodded.
“The note is written upon ordinary cream-laid paper without watermark.
It is a quarter-sheet. The paper is cut off in two snips with a short-bladed
scissors. It has been folded over three times and sealed with purple wax, put
on hurriedly and pressed down with some flat oval object. It is addressed to
Mr. Garcia, Wisteria Lodge. It says:
“Our own colours, green and white. Green open, white shut. Main
stair, first corridor, seventh right, green baize.
Godspeed. D.
“It is a woman’s writing, done with a sharp-pointed pen, but the address
is either done with another pen or by someone else. It is thicker and bolder,
as you see.”
“A very remarkable note,” said Holmes, glancing it over. “I must
compliment you, Mr. Baynes, upon your attention to detail in your
examination of it. A few trifling points might perhaps be added. The oval seal
is undoubtedly a plain sleeve-link—what else is of such a shape? The scissors
were bent nail scissors. Short as the two snips are, you can distinctly see the
same slight curve in each.”
The country detective chuckled.
“I thought I had squeezed all the juice out of it, but I see there was a little
over,” he said. “I’m bound to say that I make nothing of the note except that
there was something on hand, and that a woman, as usual was at the bottom
of it.”
Mr. Scott Eccles had fidgeted in his seat during this conversation.
“I am glad you found the note, since it corroborates my story,” said he.
“But I beg to point out that I have not yet heard what has happened to Mr.
Garcia, nor what has become of his household.”
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“As to Garcia,” said Gregson, “that is easily answered. He was found dead
this morning upon Oxshott Common, nearly a mile from his home. His head
had been smashed to pulp by heavy blows of a sandbag or some such
instrument, which had crushed rather than wounded. It is a lonely corner, and
there is no house within a quarter of a mile of the spot. He had apparently
been struck down first from behind, but his assailant had gone on beating him
long after he was dead. It was a most furious assault. There are no footsteps
nor any clue to the criminals.”
“Robbed?”
“No, there was no attempt at robbery.”
“This is very painful—very painful and terrible,” said Mr. Scott Eccles in
a querulous voice, “but it is really uncommonly hard on me. I had nothing to
do with my host going off upon a nocturnal excursion and meeting so sad an
end. How do I come to be mixed up with the case?”
“Very simply, sir,” Inspector Baynes answered. “The only document found
in the pocket of the deceased was a letter from you saying that you would be
with him on the night of his death. It was the envelope of this letter which
gave us the dead man’s name and address. It was after nine this morning when
we reached his house and found neither you nor anyone else inside it. I wired
to Mr. Gregson to run you down in London while I examined Wisteria Lodge.
Then I came into town, joined Mr. Gregson, and here we are.”
“I think now,” said Gregson, rising, “we had best put this matter into an
official shape. You will come round with us to the station, Mr. Scott Eccles,
and let us have your statement in writing.”
“Certainly, I will come at once. But I retain your services, Mr. Holmes. I
desire you to spare no expense and no pains to get at the truth.”
My friend turned to the country inspector.
“I suppose that you have no objection to my collaborating with you, Mr.
Baynes?”
“Highly honoured, sir, I am sure.”
“You appear to have been very prompt and businesslike in all that you
have done. Was there any clue, may I ask, as to the exact hour that the man
met his death?”
“He had been there since one o’clock. There was rain about that time, and
his death had certainly been before the rain.”
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“But that is perfectly impossible, Mr. Baynes,” cried our client. “His voice
is unmistakable. I could swear to it that it was he who addressed me in my
bedroom at that very hour.”
“Remarkable, but by no means impossible,” said Holmes, smiling.
“You have a clue?” asked Gregson.
“On the face of it the case is not a very complex one, though it certainly
presents some novel and interesting features. A further knowledge of facts is
necessary before I would venture to give a final and definite opinion. By the
way, Mr. Baynes, did you find anything remarkable besides this note in your
examination of the house?”
The detective looked at my friend in a singular way.
“There were,” said he, “one or two very remarkable things. Perhaps when
I have finished at the police-station you would care to come out and give me
your opinion of them.”
“I am entirely at your service,” said Sherlock Holmes, ringing the bell.
“You will show these gentlemen out, Mrs. Hudson, and kindly send the boy
with this telegram. He is to pay a five-shilling reply.”
We sat for some time in silence after our visitors had left. Holmes smoked
hard, with his browns drawn down over his keen eyes, and his head thrust
forward in the eager way characteristic of the man.
“Well, Watson,” he asked, turning suddenly upon me, “what do you make
of it?”
“I can make nothing of this mystification of Scott Eccles.”
“But the crime?”
“Well, taken with the disappearance of the man’s companions, I should
say that they were in some way concerned in the murder and had fled from
justice.”
“That is certainly a possible point of view. On the face of it you must
admit, however, that it is very strange that his two servants should have been
in a conspiracy against him and should have attacked him on the one night
when he had a guest. They had him alone at their mercy every other night in
the week.”
“Then why did they fly?”
“Quite so. Why did they fly? There is a big fact. Another big fact is the
remarkable experience of our client, Scott Eccles. Now, my dear Watson, is it
beyond the limits of human ingenuity to furnish an explanation which would
cover both of these big facts? If it were one which would also admit of the
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mysterious note with its very curious phraseology, why, then it would be
worth accepting as a temporary hypothesis. If the fresh facts which come to
our knowledge all fit themselves into the scheme, then our hypothesis may
gradually become a solution.”
“But what is our hypothesis?”
Holmes leaned back in his chair with half-closed eyes.
“You must admit, my dear Watson, that the idea of a joke is impossible.
There were grave events afoot, as the sequel showed, and the coaxing of Scott
Eccles to Wisteria Lodge had some connection with them.”
“But what possible connection?”
“Let us take it link by link. There is, on the face of it, something unnatural
about this strange and sudden friendship between the young Spaniard and
Scott Eccles. It was the former who forced the pace. He called upon Eccles at
the other end of London on the very day after he first met him, and he kept in
close touch with him until he got him down to Esher. Now, what did he want
with Eccles? What could Eccles supply? I see no charm in the man. He is not
particulary intelligent—not a man likely to be congenial to a quick-witted
Latin. Why, then, was he picked out from all the other people whom Garcia
met as particularly suited to his purpose? Has he any one outstanding quality?
I say that he has. He is the very type of conventional British respectability, and
the very man as a witness to impress another Briton. You saw yourself how
neither of the inspectors dreamed of questioning his statement, extraordinary
as it was.”
“But what was he to witness?”
“Nothing, as things turned out, but everything had they gone another
way. That is how I read the matter.”
“I see, he might have proved an alibi.”
“Exactly, my dear Watson; he might have proved an alibi. We will
suppose, for argument’s sake, that the household of Wisteria Lodge are
confederates in some design. The attempt, whatever it may be, is to come off,
we will say, before one o’clock. By some juggling of the clocks it is quite
possible that they may have got Scott Eccles to bed earlier than he thought,
but in any case it is likely that when Garcia went out of his way to tell him that
it was one it was really not more than twelve. If Garcia could do whatever he
had to do and be back by the hour mentioned he had evidently a powerful
reply to any accusation. Here was this irreproachable Englishman ready to
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swear in any court of law that the accused was in the house all the time. It was
an insurance against the worst.”
“Yes, yes, I see that. But how about the disappearance of the others?”
“I have not all my facts yet, but I do not think there are any insuperable
difficulties. Still, it is an error to argue in front of your data. You find yourself
insensibly twisting them round to fit your theories.”
“And the message?”
“How did it run? ‘Our own colours, green and white.’ Sounds like racing.
‘Green open, white shut.’ That is clearly a signal. ‘Main stair, first corridor,
seventh right, green baize.’ This is an assignation. We may find a jealous
husband at the bottom of it all. It was clearly a dangerous quest. She would
not have said ‘Godspeed’ had it not been so. ‘D’—that should be a guide.”
“The man was a Spaniard. I suggest that ‘D’ stands for Dolores, a common
female name in Spain.”
“Good, Watson, very good—but quite inadmissable. A Spaniard would
write to a Spaniard in Spanish. The writer of this note is certainly English.
Well, we can only possess our soul in patience until this excellent inspector
come back for us. Meanwhile we can thank our lucky fate which has rescued
us for a few short hours from the insufferable fatigues of idleness.”
An answer had arrived to Holmes’s telegram before our Surrey officer had
returned. Holmes read it and was about to place it in his notebook when he
caught a glimpse of my expectant face. He tossed it across with a laugh.
“We are moving in exalted circles,” said he.
The telegram was a list of names and addresses:
Lord Harringby, The Dingle; Sir George Ffolliott, Oxshott Towers;
Mr. Hynes Hynes, J.P., Purdley Place; Mr. James Baker Williams,
Forton Old Hall; Mr. Henderson, High Gable; Rev. Joshua Stone,
Nether Walsling.
“This is a very obvious way of limiting our field of operations,” said
Holmes. “No doubt Baynes, with his methodical mind, has already adopted
some similar plan.”
“I don’t quite understand.”
“Well, my dear fellow, we have already arrived at the conclusion that the
message received by Garcia at dinner was an appointment or an assignation.
Now, if the obvious reading of it is correct, and in order to keep the tryst one
has to ascend a main stair and seek the seventh door in a corridor, it is
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perfectly clear that the house is a very large one. It is equally certain that this
house cannot be more than a mile or two from Oxshott, since Garcia was
walking in that direction and hoped, according to my reading of the facts, to
be back in Wisteria Lodge in time to avail himself of an alibi, which would
only be valid up to one o’clock. As the number of large houses close to Oxshott
must be limited, I adopted the obvious method of sending to the agents
mentioned by Scott Eccles and obtaining a list of them. Here they are in this
telegram, and the other end of our tangled skein must lie among them.”
It was nearly six o’clock before we found ourselves in the pretty Surrey
village of Esher, with Inspector Baynes as our companion.
Holmes and I had taken things for the night, and found comfortable
quarters at the Bull. Finally we set out in the company of the detective on our
visit to Wisteria Lodge. It was a cold, dark March evening, with a sharp wind
and a fine rain beating upon our faces, a fit setting for the wild common over
which our road passed and the tragic goal to which it led us.
The Tiger of San Pedro
A cold and melancholy walk of a couple of miles brought us to a high wooden
gate, which opened into a gloomy avenue of chestnuts. The curved and
shadowed drive led us to a low, dark house, pitch-black against a slate-
coloured sky. From the front window upon the left of the door there peeped a
glimmer of a feeble light.
“There’s a constable in possession,” said Baynes. “I’ll knock at the
window.” He stepped across the grass plot and tapped with his hand on the
pane. Through the fogged glass I dimly saw a man spring up from a chair
beside the fire, and heard a sharp cry from within the room. An instant later a
white-faced, hard-breathing policeman had opened the door, the candle
wavering in his trembling hand.
“What’s the matter, Walters?” asked Baynes sharply.
The man mopped his forehead with his handkerchief and agave a long
sigh of relief.
“I am glad you have come, sir. It has been a long evening, and I don’t
think my nerve is as good as it was.”
“Your nerve, Walters? I should not have thought you had a nerve in your
body.”
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“Well, sir, it’s this lonely, silent house and the queer thing in the kitchen.
Then when you tapped at the window I thought it had come again.”
“That what had come again?”
“The devil, sir, for all I know. It was at the window.”
“What was at the window, and when?”
“It was just about two hours ago. The light was just fading. I was sitting
reading in the chair. I don’t know what made me look up, but there was a face
looking in at me through the lower pane. Lord, sir, what a face it was! I’ll see
it in my dreams.”
“Tut, tut, Walters. This is not talk for a police-constable.”
“I know, sir, I know; but it shook me, sir, and there’s no use to deny it. It
wasn’t black, sir, nor was it white, nor any colour that I know but a kind of
queer shade like clay with a splash of milk in it. Then there was the size of it—
it was twice yours, sir. And the look of it—the great staring goggle eyes, and
the line of white teeth like a hungry beast. I tell you, sir, I couldn’t move a
finger, nor get my breath, till it whisked away and was gone. Out I ran and
through the shrubbery, but thank God there was no one there.”
“If I didn’t know you were a good man, Walters, I should put a black mark
against you for this. If it were the devil himself a constable on duty should
never thank God that he could not lay his hands upon him. I suppose the
whole thing is not a vision and a touch of nerves?”
“That, at least, is very easily settled,” said Holmes, lighting his little
pocket lantern. “Yes,” he reported, after a short examination of the grass bed,
“a number twelve shoe, I should say. If he was all on the same scale as his foot
he must certainly have been a giant.”
“What became of him?”
“He seems to have broken through the shrubbery and made for the road.”
“Well,” said the inspector with a grave and thoughtful face, “whoever he
may have been, and whatever he may have wanted, he’s gone for the present,
and we have more immediate things to attend to. Now, Mr. Holmes, with your
permission, I will show you round the house.”
The various bedrooms and sitting-rooms had yielded nothing to a careful
search. Apparently the tenants had brought little or nothing with them, and
all the furniture down to the smallest details had been taken over with the
house. A good deal of clothing with the stamp of Marx and Co., High Holborn,
had been left behind. Telegraphic inquiries had been already made which
showed that Marx knew nothing of his customer save that he was a good
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payer. Odds and ends, some pipes, a few novels, two of them in Spanish, and
old-fashioned pinfire revolver, and a guitar were among the personal property.
“Nothing in all this,” said Baynes, stalking, candle in hand, from room to
room. “But now, Mr. Holmes, I invite your attention to the kitchen.”
It was a gloomy, high-ceilinged room at the back of the house, with a
straw litter in one corner, which served apparently as a bed for the cook. The
table was piled with half-eaten dishes and dirty plates, the debris of last night’s
dinner.
“Look at this,” said Baynes. “What do you make of it?”
He held up his candle before an extraordinary object which stood at the
back of the dresser. It was so wrinkled and shrunken and withered that it was
difficult to say what it might have been. One could but say that it was black
and leathery and that it bore some resemblance to a dwarfish, human figure.
At first, as I examined it, I thought that it was a mummified negro baby, and
then it seemed a very twisted and ancient monkey. Finally I was left in doubt
as to whether it was animal or human. A double band of white shells were
strung round the centre of it.
“Very interesting—very interesting, indeed!” said Holmes, peering at this
sinister relic. “Anything more?”
In silence Baynes led the way to the sink and held forward his candle. The
limbs and body of some large, white bird, torn savagely to pieces with the
feathers still on, were littered all over it. Holmes pointed to the wattles on the
severed head.
“A white cock,” said he. “Most interesting! It is really a very curious case.”
But Mr. Baynes had kept his most sinister exhibit to the last. From under
the sink he drew a zinc pail which contained a quantity of blood. Then from
the table he took a platter heaped with small pieces of charred bone.
“Something has been killed and something has been burned. We raked
all these out of the fire. We had a doctor in this morning. He says that they
are not human.”
Holmes smiled and rubbed his hands.
“I must congratulate you, Inspector, on handling so distinctive and
instructive a case. Your powers, if I may say so without offence, seem superior
to your opportunities.”
Inspector Baynes’s small eyes twinkled with pleasure.
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“You’re right, Mr. Holmes. We stagnate in the provinces. A case of this
sort gives a man a chance, and I hope that I shall take it. What do you make
of these bones?”
“A lamb, I should say, or a kid.”
“And the white cock?”
“Curious, Mr. Baynes, very curious. I should say almost unique.”
“Yes, sir, there must have been some very strange people with some very
strange ways in this house. One of them is dead. Did his companions follow
him and kill him? If they did we should have them, for every port is watched.
But my own views are different. Yes, sir, my own views are very different.”
“You have a theory then?”
“And I’ll work it myself, Mr. Holmes. It’s only due to my own credit to do
so. Your name is made, but I have still to make mine. I should be glad to be
able to say afterwards that I had solved it without your help.”
Holmes laughed good-humoredly.
“Well, well, Inspector,” said he. “Do you follow your path and I will follow
mine. My results are always very much at your service if you care to apply to
me for them. I think that I have seen all that I wish in this house, and that my
time may be more profitably employed elsewhere. Au revoir and good luck!”
I could tell by numerous subtle signs, which might have been lost upon
anyone but myself, that Holmes was on a hot scent. As impassive as ever to
the casual observer, there were none the less a subdued eagerness and
suggestion of tension in his brightened eyes and brisker manner which
assured me that the game was afoot. After his habit he said nothing, and after
mine I asked no questions. Sufficient for me to share the sport and lend my
humble help to the capture without distracting that intent brain with needless
interruption. All would come round to me in due time.
I waited, therefore—but to my ever-deepening disappointment I waited
in vain. Day succeeded day, and my friend took no step forward. One morning
he spent in town, and I learned from a casual reference that he had visited the
British Museum. Save for this one excursion, he spent his days in long and
often solitary walks, or in chatting with a number of village gossips whose
acquaintance he had cultivated.
“I’m sure, Watson, a week in the country will be invaluable to you,” he
remarked. “It is very pleasant to see the first green shoots upon the hedges
and the catkins on the hazels once again. With a spud, a tin box, and an
elementary book on botany, there are instructive days to be spent.” He
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prowled about with this equipment himself, but it was a poor show of plants
which he would bring back of an evening.
Occasionally in our rambles we came across Inspector Baynes. His fat,
red face wreathed itself in smiles and his small eyes glittered as he greeted my
companion. He said little about the case, but from that little we gathered that
he also was not dissatisfied at the course of events. I must admit, however,
that I was somewhat surprised when, some five days after the crime, I opened
my morning paper to find in large letters:
THE OXSHOTT MYSTERY
A SOLUTION
ARREST OF SUPPOSED ASSASSIN
Holmes sprang in his chair as if he had been stung when I read the
headlines.
“By Jove!” he cried. “You don’t mean that Baynes has got him?”
“Apparently,” said I as I read the following report:
“Great excitement was caused in Esher and the neighbouring
district when it was learned late last night that an arrest had been
effected in connection with the Oxshott murder. It will be
remembered that Mr. Garcia, of Wisteria Lodge, was found dead
on Oxshott Common, his body showing signs of extreme violence,
and that on the same night his servant and his cook fled, which
appeared to show their participation in the crime. It was
suggested, but never proved, that the deceased gentleman may
have had valuables in the house, and that their abstraction was
the motive of the crime. Every effort was made by Inspector
Baynes, who has the case in hand, to ascertain the hiding place of
the fugitives, and he had good reason to believe that they had not
gone far but were lurking in some retreat which had been already
prepared. It was certain from the first, however, that they would
eventually be detected, as the cook, from the evidence of one or
two tradespeople who have caught a glimpse of him through the
window, was a man of most remarkable appearance—being a
huge and hideous mulatto, with yellowish features of a
pronounced negroid type. This man has been seen since the
crime, for he was detected and pursued by Constable Walters on
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the same evening, when he had the audacity to revisit Wisteria
Lodge. Inspector Baynes, considering that such a visit must have
some purpose in view and was likely, therefore, to be repeated,
abandoned the house but left an ambuscade in the shrubbery. The
man walked into the trap and was captured last night after a
struggle in which Constable Downing was badly bitten by the
savage. We understand that when the prison is brought before the
magistrates a remand will be applied for by the police, and that
great developments are hoped from his capture.”
“Really we must see Baynes at once,” cried Holmes, picking up his hat.
“We will just catch him before he starts.” We hurried down the village street
and found, as we had expected, that the inspector was just leaving his
lodgings.
“You’ve seen the paper, Mr. Holmes?” he asked, holding one out to us.
“Yes, Baynes, I’ve seen it. Pray don’t think it a liberty if I give you a word
of friendly warning.”
“Of warning, Mr. Holmes?”
“I have looked into this case with some care, and I am not convinced that
you are on the right lines. I don’t want you to commit yourself too far unless
you are sure.”
“You’re very kind, Mr. Holmes.”
“I assure you I speak for your good.”
It seemed to me that something like a wink quivered for an instant over
one of Mr. Baynes’s tiny eyes.
“We agreed to work on our own lines, Mr. Holmes. That’s what I am
doing.”
“Oh, very good,” said Holmes. “Don’t blame me.”
“No, sir; I believe you mean well by me. But we all have our own systems,
Mr. Holmes. You have yours, and maybe I have mine.”
“Let us say no more about it.”
“You’re welcome always to my news. This fellow is a perfect savage, as
strong as a cart-horse and as fierce as the devil. He chewed Downing’s thumb
nearly off before they could master him. He hardly speaks a word of English,
and we can get nothing out of him but grunts.”
“And you think you have evidence that he murdered his late master?”
“I didn’t say so, Mr. Holmes; I didn’t say so. We all have our little ways.
You try yours and I will try mine. That’s the agreement.”
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Holmes shrugged his shoulders as we walked away together. “I can’t make
the man out. He seems to be riding for a fall. Well, as he says, we must each
try our own way and see what comes of it. But there’s something in Inspector
Baynes which I can’t quite understand.”
“Just sit down in that chair, Watson,” said Sherlock Holmes when we had
returned to our apartment at the Bull. “I want to put you in touch with the
situation, as I may need your help to-night. Let me show you the evolution of
this case so far as I have been able to follow it. Simple as it has been in its
leading features, it has none the less presented surprising difficulties in the
way of an arrest. There are gaps in that direction which we have still to fill.
“We will go back to the note which was handed in to Garcia upon the
evening of his death. We may put aside this idea of Baynes’s that Garcia’s
servants were concerned in the matter. The proof of this lies in the fact that it
was he who had arranged for the presence of Scott Eccles, which could only
have been done for the purpose of an alibi. It was Garcia, then, who had an
enterprise, and apparently a criminal enterprise, in hand that night in the
course of which he met his death. I say ‘criminal’ because only a man with a
criminal enterprise desires to establish an alibi. Who, then, is most likely to
have taken his life? Surely the person against whom the criminal enterprise
was directed. So far it seems to me that we are on safe ground.
“We can now see a reason for the disappearance of Garcia’s household.
They were all confederates in the same unknown crime. If it came off when
Garcia returned, any possible suspicion would be warded off by the
Englishman’s evidence, and all would be well. But the attempt was a
dangerous one, and if Garcia did not return by a certain hour it was probable
that his own life had been sacrificed. It had been arranged, therefore, that in
such a case his two subordinates were to make for some prearranged spot
where they could escape investigation and be in a position afterwards to renew
their attempt. That would fully explain the facts, would it not?”
The whole inexplicable tangle seemed to straighten out before me. I
wondered, as I always did, how it had not been obvious to me before.
“But why should one servant return?”
“We can imagine that in the confusion of flight something precious,
something which he could not bear to part with, had been left behind. That
would explain his persistence, would it not?”
“Well, what is the next step?”
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“The next step is the note received by Garcia at the dinner. It indicates a
confederate at the other end. Now, where was the other end? I have already
shown you that it could only lie in some large house, and that the number of
large houses is limited. My first days in this village were devoted to a series of
walks in which in the intervals of my botanical researches I made a
reconnaissance of all the large houses and an examination of the family history
of the occupants. One house, and only one, riveted my attention. It is the
famous old Jacobean grange of High Gable, one mile on the farther side of
Oxshott, and less than half a mile from the scene of the tragedy. The other
mansions belonged to prosaic and respectable people who live far aloof from
romance. But Mr. Henderson, of High Gable, was by all accounts a curious
man to whom curious adventures might befall. I concentrated my attention,
therefore, upon him and his household.
“A singular set of people, Watson—the man himself the most singular of
them all. I managed to see him on a plausible pretext, but I seemed to read in
his dark, deepset, brooding eyes that he was perfectly aware of my true
business. He is a man of fifty, strong, active, with iron-gray hair, great bunched
black eyebrows, the step of a deer and the air of an emperor—a fierce,
masterful man, with a red-hot spirit behind his parchment face. He is either a
foreigner or has lived long in the tropics, for he is yellow and sapless, but tough
as whipcord. His friend and secretary, Mr. Lucas, is undoubtedly a foreigner,
chocolate brown, wily, suave, and catlike, with a poisonous gentleness of
speech. You see, Watson, we have come already upon two sets of foreigners—
one at Wisteria Lodge and one at High Gable—so our gaps are beginning to
close.
“These two men, close and confidential friends, are the centre of the
household; but there is one other person who for our immediate purpose may
be even more important. Henderson has two children—girls of eleven and
thirteen. Their governess is a Miss Burnet, an Englishwoman of forty or
thereabouts. There is also one confidential manservant. This little group forms
the real family, for their travel about together, and Henderson is a great
traveller, always on the move. It is only within the last weeks that he has
returned, after a year’s absence, to High Gable. I may add that he is
enormously rich, and whatever his whims may be he can very easily satisfy
them. For the rest, his house is full of butlers, footmen, maidservants, and the
usual overfed, underworked staff of a large English country house.
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“So much I learned partly from village gossip and partly from my own
observation. There are no better instruments than discharged servants with a
grievance, and I was lucky enough to find one. I call it luck, but it would not
have come my way had I not been looking out for it. As Baynes remarks, we
all have our systems. It was my system which enabled me to find John Warner,
late gardener of High Gable, sacked in a moment of temper by his imperious
employer. He in turn had friends among the indoor servants who unite in their
fear and dislike of their master. So I had my key to the secrets of the
establishment.
“Curious people, Watson! I don’t pretend to understand it all yet, but very
curious people anyway. It’s a double-winged house, and the servants live on
one side, the family on the other. There’s no link between the two save for
Henderson’s own servant, who serves the family’s meals. Everything is carried
to a certain door, which forms the one connection. Governess and children
hardly go out at all, except into the garden. Henderson never by any chance
walks alone. His dark secretary is like his shadow. The gossip among the
servants is that their master is terribly afraid of something. ‘Sold his soul to
the devil in exchange for money,’ says Warner, ‘and expects his creditor to
come up and claim his own.’ Where they came from, or who they are, nobody
has an idea. They are very violent. Twice Henderson has lashed at folk with
his dog-whip, and only his long purse and heavy compensation have kept him
out of the courts.
“Well, now, Watson, let us judge the situation by this new information.
We may take it that the letter came out of this strange household and was an
invitation to Garcia to carry out some attempt which had already been
planned. Who wrote the note? It was someone within the citadel, and it was a
woman. Who then but Miss Burnet, the governess? All our reasoning seems
to point that way. At any rate, we may take it as a hypothesis and see what
consequences it would entail. I may add that Miss Burnet’s age and character
make it certain that my first idea that there might be a love interest in our
story is out of the question.
“If she wrote the note she was presumably the friend and confederate of
Garcia. What, then, might she be expected to do if she heard of his death? If
he met it in some nefarious enterprise her lips might be sealed. Still, in her
heart, she must retain bitterness and hatred against those who had killed him
and would presumably help so far as she could to have revenge upon them.
Could we see her, then and try to use her? That was my first thought. But now
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we come to a sinister fact. Miss Burnet has not been seen by any human eye
since the night of the murder. From that evening she has utterly vanished. Is
she alive? Has she perhaps met her end on the same night as the friend whom
she had summoned? Or is she merely a prisoner? There is the point which we
still have to decide.
“You will appreciate the difficulty of the situation, Watson. There is
nothing upon which we can apply for a warrant. Our whole scheme might
seem fantastic if laid before a magistrate. The woman’s disappearance counts
for nothing, since in that extraordinary household any member of it might be
invisible for a week. And yet she may at the present moment be in danger of
her life. All I can do is to watch the house and leave my agent, Warner, on
guard at the gates. We can’t let such a situation continue. If the law can do
nothing we must take the risk ourselves.”
“What do you suggest?”
“I know which is her room. It is accessible from the top of an outhouse.
My suggestion is that you and I go to-night and see if we can strike at the very
heart of the mystery.”
It was not, I must confess, a very alluring prospect. The old house with its
atmosphere of murder, the singular and formidable inhabitants, the unknown
dangers of the approach, and the fact that we were putting ourselves legally in
a false position all combined to damp my ardour. But there was something in
the ice-cold reasoning of Holmes which made it impossible to shrink from any
adventure which he might recommend. One knew that thus, and only thus,
could a solution be found. I clasped his hand in silence, and the die was cast.
But it was not destined that our investigation should have so adventurous
an ending. It was about five o’clock, and the shadows of the March evening
were beginning to fall, when an excited rustic rushed into our room.
“They’ve gone, Mr. Holmes. They went by the last train. The lady broke
away, and I’ve got her in a cab downstairs.”
“Excellent, Warner!” cried Holmes, springing to his feet. “Watson, the
gaps are closing rapidly.”
In the cab was a woman, half-collapsed from nervous exhaustion. She
bore upon her aquiline and emaciated face the traces of some recent tragedy.
Her head hung listlessly upon her breast, but as she raised it and turned her
dull eyes upon us I saw that her pupils were dark dots in the centre of the
broad gray iris. She was drugged with opium.
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“I watched at the gate, same as you advised, Mr. Holmes,” said our
emissary, the discharged gardener. “When the carriage came out I followed it
to the station. She was like one walking in her sleep, but when they tried to
get her into the train she came to life and struggled. They pushed her into the
carriage. She fought her way out again. I took her part, got her into a cab, and
here we are. I shan’t forget the face at the carriage window as I led her away.
I’d have a short life if he had his way—the black-eyed, scowling, yellow devil.”
We carried her upstairs, laid her on the sofa, and a couple of cups of the
strongest coffee soon cleared her brain from the mists of the drug. Baynes had
been summoned by Holmes, and the situation rapidly explained to him.
“Why, sir, you’ve got me the very evidence I want,” said the inspector
warmly, shaking my friend by the hand. “I was on the same scent as you from
the first.”
“What! You were after Henderson?”
“Why, Mr. Holmes, when you were crawling in the shrubbery at High
Gable I was up one of the trees in the plantation and saw you down below. It
was just who would get his evidence first.”
“Then why did you arrest the mulatto?”
Baynes chuckled.
“I was sure Henderson, as he calls himself, felt that he was suspected, and
that he would lie low and make no move so long as he thought he was in any
danger. I arrested the wrong man to make him believe that our eyes were off
him. I knew he would be likely to clear off then and give us a chance of getting
at Miss Burnet.”
Holmes laid his hand upon the inspector’s shoulder.
“You will rise high in your profession. You have instinct and intuition,”
said he.
Baynes flushed with pleasure.
“I’ve had a plain-clothes man waiting at the station all the week.
Wherever the High Gable folk go he will keep them in sight. But he must have
been hard put to it when Miss Burnet broke away. However, your man picked
her up, and it all ends well. We can’t arrest without her evidence, that is clear,
so the sooner we get a statement the better.”
“Every minute she gets stronger,” said Holmes, glancing at the governess.
“But tell me, Baynes, who is this man Henderson?”
“Henderson,” the inspector answered, “is Don Murillo, once called the
Tiger of San Pedro.”
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The Tiger of San Pedro! The whole history of the man came back to me
in a flash. He had made his name as the most lewd and bloodthirsty tyrant
that had ever governed any country with a pretence to civilization. Strong,
fearless, and energetic, he had sufficient virtue to enable him to impose his
odious vices upon a cowering people for ten or twelve years. His name was a
terror through all Central America. At the end of that time there was a
universal rising against him. But he was as cunning as he was cruel, and at the
first whisper of coming trouble he had secretly conveyed his treasures aboard
a ship which was manned by devoted adherents. It was an empty palace which
was stormed by the insurgents next day. The dictator, his two children, his
secretary, and his wealth had all escaped them. From that moment he had
vanished from the world, and his identity had been a frequent subject for
comment in the European press.
“Yes, sir, Don Murillo, the Tiger of San Pedro,” said Baynes. “If you look
it up you will find that the San Pedro colours are green and white, same as in
the note, Mr. Holmes. Henderson he called himself, but I traced him back,
Paris and Rome and Madrid to Barcelona, where his ship came in in ‘86.
They’ve been looking for him all the time for their revenge, but it is only now
that they have begun to find him out.”
“They discovered him a year ago,” said Miss Burnet, who had sat up and
was now intently following the conversation. “Once already his life has been
attempted, but some evil spirit shielded him. Now, again, it is the noble,
chivalrous Garcia who has fallen, while the monster goes safe. But another will
come, and yet another, until some day justice will be done; that is as certain
as the rise of to-morrow’s sun.” Her thin hands clenched, and her worn face
blanched with the passion of her hatred.
“But how come you into this matter, Miss Burnet?” asked Holmes. “How
can an English lady join in such a murderous affair?”
“I join in it because there is no other way in the world by which justice
can be gained. What does the law of England care for the rivers of blood shed
years ago in San Pedro, or for the shipload of treasure which this man has
stolen? To you they are like crimes committed in some other planet. But we
know. We have learned the truth in sorrow and in suffering. To us there is no
fiend in hell like Juan Murillo, and no peace in life while his victims still cry
for vengeance.”
“No doubt,” said Holmes, “he was as you say. I have heard that he was
atrocious. But how are you affected?”
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“I will tell you it all. This villain’s policy was to murder, on one pretext or
another, every man who showed such promise that he might in time come to
be a dangerous rival. My husband—yes, my real name is Signora Victor
Durando—was the San Pedro minister in London. He met me and married me
there. A nobler man never lived upon earth. Unhappily, Murillo heard of his
excellence, recalled him on some pretext, and had him shot. With a
premonition of his fate he had refused to take me with him. His estates were
confiscated, and I was left with a pittance and a broken heart.
“Then came the downfall of the tyrant. He escaped as you have just
described. But the many whose lives he had ruined, whose nearest and dearest
had suffered torture and death at his hands, would not let the matter rest.
They banded themselves into a society which should never be dissolved until
the work was done. It was my part after we had discovered in the transformed
Henderson the fallen despot, to attach myself to his household and keep the
others in touch with his movements. This I was able to do by securing the
position of governess in his family. He little knew that the woman who faced
him at every meal was the woman whose husband he had hurried at an hour’s
notice into eternity. I smiled on him, did my duty to his children, and bided
my time. An attempt was made in Paris and failed. We zig-zagged swiftly here
and there over Europe to throw off the pursuers and finally returned to this
house, which he had taken upon his first arrival in England.
“But here also the ministers of justice were waiting. Knowing that he
would return there, Garcia, who is the son of the former highest dignitary in
San Pedro, was waiting with two trusty companions of humble station, all
three fired with the same reasons for revenge. He could do little during the
day, for Murillo took every precaution and never went out save with his
satellite Lucas, or Lopez as he was known in the days of his greatness. At night,
however, he slept alone, and the avenger might find him. On a certain evening,
which had been prearranged, I sent my friend final instructions, for the man
was forever on the alert and continually changed his room. I was to see that
the doors were open and the signal of a green or white light in a window which
faced the drive was to give notice if all was safe or if the attempt had better be
postponed.
“But everything went wrong with us. In some way I had excited the
suspicion of Lopez, the secretary. He crept up behind me and sprang upon me
just as I had finished the note. He and his master dragged me to my room and
held judgment upon me as a convicted traitress. Then and there they would
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have plunged their knives into me could they have seen how to escape the
consequences of the deed. Finally, after much debate, they concluded that my
murder was too dangerous. But they determined to get rid forever of Garcia.
They had gagged me, and Murillo twisted my arm round until I gave him the
address. I swear that he might have twisted it off had I understood what it
would mean to Garcia. Lopez addressed the note which I had written, sealed
it with his sleeve-link, and sent it by the hand of the servant, Jose. How they
murdered him I do not know, save that it was Murillo’s hand who struck him
down, for Lopez had remained to guard me. I believe he must have waited
among the gorse bushes through which the path winds and struck him down
as he passed. At first they were of a mind to let him enter the house and to kill
him as a detected burglar; but they argued that if they were mixed up in an
inquiry their own identity would at once be publicly disclosed and they would
be open to further attacks. With the death of Garcia, the pursuit might cease,
since such a death might frighten others from the task.
“All would now have been well for them had it not been for my knowledge
of what they had done. I have no doubt that there were times when my life
hung in the balance. I was confined to my room, terrorized by the most
horrible threats, cruelly ill-used to break my spirit—see this stab on my
shoulder and the bruises from end to end of my arms—and a gag was thrust
into my mouth on the one occasion when I tried to call from the window. For
five days this cruel imprisonment continued, with hardly enough food to hold
body and soul together. This afternoon a good lunch was brought me, but the
moment after I took it I knew that I had been drugged. In a sort of dream I
remember being half-led, half-carried to the carriage; in the same state I was
conveyed to the train. Only then, when the wheels were almost moving, did I
suddenly realize that my liberty lay in my own hands. I sprang out, they tried
to drag me back, and had it not been for the help of this good man, who led
me to the cab, I should never had broken away. Now, thank God, I am beyond
their power forever.”
We had all listened intently to this remarkable statement. It was Holmes
who broke the silence.
“Our difficulties are not over,” he remarked, shaking his head. “Our police
work ends, but our legal work begins.”
“Exactly,” said I. “A plausible lawyer could make it out as an act of self-
defence. There may be a hundred crimes in the background, but it is only on
this one that they can be tried.”
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“Come, come,” said Baynes cheerily, “I think better of the law than that.
Self-defence is one thing. To entice a man in cold blood with the object of
murdering him is another, whatever danger you may fear from him. No, no,
we shall all be justified when we see the tenants of High Gable at the next
Guildford Assizes.”
It is a matter of history, however, that a little time was still to elapse
before the Tiger of San Pedro should meet with his deserts. Wily and bold, he
and his companion threw their pursuer off their track by entering a lodging-
house in Edmonton Street and leaving by the back-gate into Curzon Square.
From that day they were seen no more in England. Some six months
afterwards the Marquess of Montalva and Signor Rulli, his secretary, were
both murdered in their rooms at the Hotel Escurial at Madrid. The crime was
ascribed to Nihilism, and the murderers were never arrested. Inspector Baynes
visited us at Baker Street with a printed description of the dark face of the
secretary, and of the masterful features, the magnetic black eyes, and the
tufted brows of his master. We could not doubt that justice, if belated, had
come at last.
“A chaotic case, my dear Watson,” said Holmes over an evening pipe. “It
will not be possible for you to present in that compact form which is dear to
your heart. It covers two continents, concerns two groups of mysterious
persons, and is further complicated by the highly respectable presence of our
friend, Scott Eccles, whose inclusion shows me that the deceased Garcia had
a scheming mind and a well-developed instinct of self-preservation. It is
remarkable only for the fact that amid a perfect jungle of possibilities we, with
our worthy collaborator, the inspector, have kept our close hold on the
essentials and so been guided along the crooked and winding path. Is there
any point which is not quite clear to you?”
“The object of the mulatto cook’s return?”
“I think that the strange creature in the kitchen may account for it. The
man was a primitive savage from the backwoods of San Pedro, and this was
his fetish. When his companion and he had fled to some prearranged retreat—
already occupied, no doubt by a confederate—the companion had persuaded
him to leave so compromising an article of furniture. But the mulatto’s heart
was with it, and he was driven back to it next day, when, on reconnoitering
through the window, he found policeman Walters in possession. He waited
three days longer, and then his piety or his superstition drove him to try once
more. Inspector Baynes, who, with his usual astuteness, had minimized the
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incident before me, had really recognized its importance and had left a trap
into which the creature walked. Any other point, Watson?”
“The torn bird, the pail of blood, the charred bones, all the mystery of
that weird kitchen?”
Holmes smiled as he turned up an entry in his note-book.
“I spent a morning in the British Museum reading up on that and other
points. Here is a quotation from Eckermann’s Voodooism and the Negroid
Religions:
“‘The true voodoo-worshipper attempts nothing of importance
without certain sacrifices which are intended to propitiate his
unclean gods. In extreme cases these rites take the form of human
sacrifices followed by cannibalism. The more usual victims are a
white cock, which is plucked in pieces alive, or a black goat, whose
throat is cut and body burned.’
“So you see our savage friend was very orthodox in his ritual. It is
grotesque, Watson,” Holmes added, as he slowly fastened his notebook, “but,
as I have had occasion to remark, there is but one step from the grotesque to
the horrible.”
The Adventure of the Cardboard Box
In choosing a few typical cases which illustrate the remarkable mental
qualities of my friend, Sherlock Holmes, I have endeavoured, as far as possible,
to select those which presented the minimum of sensationalism, while
offering a fair field for his talents. It is, however, unfortunately impossible
entirely to separate the sensational from the criminal, and a chronicler is left
in the dilemma that he must either sacrifice details which are essential to his
statement and so give a false impression of the problem, or he must use matter
which chance, and not choice, has provided him with. With this short preface
I shall turn to my notes of what proved to be a strange, though a peculiarly
terrible, chain of events.
It was a blazing hot day in August. Baker Street was like an oven, and the
glare of the sunlight upon the yellow brickwork of the house across the road
was painful to the eye. It was hard to believe that these were the same walls
which loomed so gloomily through the fogs of winter. Our blinds were half-
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drawn, and Holmes lay curled upon the sofa, reading and re-reading a letter
which he had received by the morning post. For myself, my term of service in
India had trained me to stand heat better than cold, and a thermometer at
ninety was no hardship. But the morning paper was uninteresting. Parliament
had risen. Everybody was out of town, and I yearned for the glades of the New
Forest or the shingle of Southsea. A depleted bank account had caused me to
postpone my holiday, and as to my companion, neither the country nor the
sea presented the slightest attraction to him. He loved to lie in the very centre
of five millions of people, with his filaments stretching out and running
through them, responsive to every little rumour or suspicion of unsolved
crime. Appreciation of nature found no place among his many gifts, and his
only change was when he turned his mind from the evil-doer of the town to
track down his brother of the country.
Finding that Holmes was too absorbed for conversation I had tossed aside
the barren paper, and leaning back in my chair I fell into a brown study.
Suddenly my companion’s voice broke in upon my thoughts:
“You are right, Watson,” said he. “It does seem a most preposterous way
of settling a dispute.”
“Most preposterous!” I exclaimed, and then suddenly realizing how he
had echoed the inmost thought of my soul, I sat up in my chair and stared at
him in blank amazement.
“What is this, Holmes?” I cried. “This is beyond anything which I could
have imagined.”
He laughed heartily at my perplexity.
“You remember,” said he, “that some little time ago when I read you the
passage in one of Poe’s sketches in which a close reasoner follows the
unspoken thoughts of his companion, you were inclined to treat the matter as
a mere tour-de-force of the author. On my remarking that I was constantly in
the habit of doing the same thing you expressed incredulity.”
“Oh, no!”
“Perhaps not with your tongue, my dear Watson, but certainly with your
eyebrows. So when I saw you throw down your paper and enter upon a train
of thought, I was very happy to have the oportunity of reading it off, and
eventually of breaking into it, as a proof that I had been in rapport with you.”
But I was still far from satisfied. “In the example which you read to me,”
said I, “the reasoner drew his conclusions from the actions of the man whom
he observed. If I remember right, he stumbled over a heap of stones, looked
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up at the stars, and so on. But I have been seated quietly in my chair, and what
clues can I have given you?”
“You do yourself an injustice. The features are given to man as the means
by which he shall express his emotions, and yours are faithful servants.”
“Do you mean to say that you read my train of thoughts from my
features?”
“Your features and especially your eyes. Perhaps you cannot yourself
recall how your reverie commenced?”
“No, I cannot.”
“Then I will tell you. After throwing down your paper, which was the
action which drew my attention to you, you sat for half a minute with a vacant
expression. Then your eyes fixed themselves upon your newly framed picture
of General Gordon, and I saw by the alteration in your face that a train of
thought had been started. But it did not lead very far. Your eyes flashed across
to the unframed portrait of Henry Ward Beecher which stands upon the top
of your books. Then you glanced up at the wall, and of course your meaning
was obvious. You were thinking that if the portrait were framed it would just
cover that bare space and correspond with Gordon’s picture over there.”
“You have followed me wonderfully!” I exclaimed.
“So far I could hardly have gone astray. But now your thoughts went back
to Beecher, and you looked hard across as if you were studying the character
in his features. Then your eyes ceased to pucker, but you continued to look
across, and your face was thoughtful. You were recalling the incidents of
Beecher’s career. I was well aware that you could not do this without thinking
of the mission which he undertook on behalf of the North at the time of the
Civil War, for I remember your expressing your passionate indignation at the
way in which he was received by the more turbulent of our people. You felt so
strongly about it that I knew you could not think of Beecher without thinking
of that also. When a moment later I saw your eyes wander away from the
picture, I suspected that your mind had now turned to the Civil War, and
when I observed that your lips set, your eyes sparkled, and your hands
clenched I was positive that you were indeed thinking of the gallantry which
was shown by both sides in that desperate struggle. But then, again, your face
grew sadder; you shook your head. You were dwelling upon the sadness and
horror and useless waste of life. Your hand stole towards your own old wound
and a smile quivered on your lips, which showed me that the ridiculous side
of this method of settling international questions had forced itself upon your
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mind. At this point I agreed with you that it was preposterous and was glad to
find that all my deductions had been correct.”
“Absolutely!” said I. “And now that you have explained it, I confess that I
am as amazed as before.”
“It was very superficial, my dear Watson, I assure you. I should not have
intruded it upon your attention had you not shown some incredulity the other
day. But I have in my hands here a little problem which may prove to be more
difficult of solution than my small essay in thought reading. Have you
observed in the paper a short paragraph referring to the remarkable contents
of a packet sent through the post to Miss Cushing, of Cross Street, Croydon?”
“No, I saw nothing.”
“Ah! then you must have overlooked it. Just toss it over to me. Here it is,
under the financial column. Perhaps you would be good enough to read it
aloud.”
I picked up the paper which he had thrown back to me and read the
paragraph indicated. It was headed, “A Gruesome Packet.”
“Miss Susan Cushing, living at Cross Street, Croydon, has been
made the victim of what must be regarded as a peculiarly revolting
practical joke unless some more sinister meaning should prove to
be attached to the incident. At two o’clock yesterday afternoon a
small packet, wrapped in brown paper, was handed in by the
postman. A cardboard box was inside, which was filled with coarse
salt. On emptying this, Miss Cushing was horrified to find two
human ears, apparently quite freshly severed. The box had been
sent by parcel post from Belfast upon the morning before. There
is no indication as to the sender, and the matter is the more
mysterious as Miss Cushing, who is a maiden lady of fifty, has led
a most retired life, and has so few acquaintances or
correspondents that it is a rare event for her to receive anything
through the post. Some years ago, however, when she resided at
Penge, she let apartments in her house to three young medical
students, whom she was obliged to get rid of on account of their
noisy and irregular habits. The police are of opinion that this
outrage may have been perpetrated upon Miss Cushing by these
youths, who owed her a grudge and who hoped to frighten her by
sending her these relics of the dissecting-rooms. Some probability
is lent to the theory by the fact that one of these students came
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from the north of Ireland, and, to the best of Miss Cushing’s belief,
from Belfast. In the meantime, the matter is being actively
investigated, Mr. Lestrade, one of the very smartest of our
detective officers, being in charge of the case.”
“So much for the Daily Chronicle,” said Holmes as I finished reading.
“Now for our friend Lestrade. I had a note from him this morning, in which he
says:
“I think that this case is very much in your line. We have every
hope of clearing the matter up, but we find a little difficulty in
getting anything to work upon. We have, of course, wired to the
Belfast post-office, but a large number of parcels were handed in
upon that day, and they have no means of identifying this
particular one, or of remembering the sender. The box is a half-
pound box of honeydew tobacco and does not help us in any way.
The medical student theory still appears to me to be the most
feasible, but if you should have a few hours to spare I should be
very happy to see you out here. I shall be either at the house or in
the police-station all day.
What say you, Watson? Can you rise superior to the heat and run down
to Croydon with me on the off chance of a case for your annals?”
“I was longing for something to do.”
“You shall have it then. Ring for our boots and tell them to order a cab.
I’ll be back in a moment when I have changed my dressing-gown and filled my
cigar-case.”
A shower of rain fell while we were in the train, and the heat was far less
oppressive in Croydon than in town. Holmes had sent on a wire, so that
Lestrade, as wiry, as dapper, and as ferret-like as ever, was waiting for us at the
station. A walk of five minutes took us to Cross Street, where Miss Cushing
resided.
It was a very long street of two-story brick houses, neat and prim, with
whitened stone steps and little groups of aproned women gossiping at the
doors. Halfway down, Lestrade stopped and tapped at a door, which was
opened by a small servant girl. Miss Cushing was sitting in the front room,
into which we were ushered. She was a placid-faced woman, with large, gentle
eyes, and grizzled hair curving down over her temples on each side. A worked
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antimacassar lay upon her lap and a basket of coloured silks stood upon a stool
beside her.
“They are in the outhouse, those dreadful things,” said she as Lestrade
entered. “I wish that you would take them away altogether.”
“So I shall, Miss Cushing. I only kept them here until my friend, Mr.
Holmes, should have seen them in your presence.”
“Why in my presence, sir?”
“In case he wished to ask any questions.”
“What is the use of asking me questions when I tell you I know nothing
whatever about it?”
“Quite so, madam,” said Holmes in his soothing way. “I have no doubt
that you have been annoyed more than enough already over this business.”
“Indeed, I have, sir. I am a quiet woman and live a retired life. It is
something new for me to see my name in the papers and to find the police in
my house. I won’t have those things in here, Mr. Lestrade. If you wish to see
them you must go to the outhouse.”
It was a small shed in the narrow garden which ran behind the house.
Lestrade went in and brought out a yellow cardboard box, with a piece of
brown paper and some string. There was a bench at the end of the path, and
we all sat down while Holmes examined, one by one, the articles which
Lestrade had handed to him.
“The string is exceedingly interesting,” he remarked, holding it up to the
light and sniffing at it. “What do you make of this string, Lestrade?”
“It has been tarred.”
“Precisely. It is a piece of tarred twine. You have also, no doubt, remarked
that Miss Cushing has cut the cord with a scissors, as can be seen by the double
fray on each side. This is of importance.”
“I cannot see the importance,” said Lestrade.
“The importance lies in the fact that the knot is left intact, and that this
knot is of a peculiar character.”
“It is very neatly tied. I had already made a note to that effect,” said
Lestrade complacently.
“So much for the string, then,” said Holmes, smiling, “now for the box
wrapper. Brown paper, with a distinct smell of coffee. What, did you not
observe it? I think there can be no doubt of it. Address printed in rather
straggling characters: ‘Miss S. Cushing, Cross Street, Croydon.’ Done with a
broad-pointed pen, probably a J, and with very inferior ink. The word
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‘Croydon’ has been originally spelled with an ‘i,’ which has been changed to
‘y.’ The parcel was directed, then, by a man — the printing is distinctly
masculine — of limited education and unacquainted with the town of
Croydon. So far, so good! The box is a yellow half-pound honeydew box, with
nothing distinctive save two thumb marks at the left bottom corner. It is filled
with rough salt of the quality used for preserving hides and other of the coarser
commercial purposes. And embedded in it are these very singular enclosures.”
He took out the two ears as he spoke, and laying a board across his knee
he examined them minutely, while Lestrade and I, bending forward on each
side of him, glanced alternately at these dreadful relics and at the thoughtful,
eager face of our companion. Finally he returned them to the box once more
and sat for a while in deep meditation.
“You have observed, of course,” said he at last, “that the ears are not a
pair.”
“Yes, I have noticed that. But if this were the practical joke of some
students from the dissecting-rooms, it would be as easy for them to send two
odd ears as a pair.”
“Precisely. But this is not a practical joke.”
“You are sure of it?”
“The presumption is strongly against it. Bodies in the dissecting-rooms
are injected with preservative fluid. These ears bear no signs of this. They are
fresh, too. They have been cut off with a blunt instrument, which would hardly
happen if a student had done it. Again, carbolic or rectified spirits would be
the preservatives which would suggest themselves to the medical mind,
certainly not rough salt. I repeat that there is no practical joke here, but that
we are investigating a serious crime.”
A vague thrill ran through me as I listened to my companion’s words and
saw the stern gravity which had hardened his features. This brutal preliminary
seemed to shadow forth some strange and inexplicable horror in the
background. Lestrade, however, shook his head like a man who is only half
convinced.
“There are objections to the joke theory, no doubt,” said he, “but there
are much stronger reasons against the other. We know that this woman has
led a most quiet and respectable life at Penge and here for the last twenty
years. She has hardly been away from her home for a day during that time.
Why on earth, then, should any criminal send her the proofs of his guilt,
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especially as, unless she is a most consummate actress, she understands quite
as little of the matter as we do?”
“That is the problem which we have to solve,” Holmes answered, “and for
my part I shall set about it by presuming that my reasoning is correct, and that
a double murder has been committed. One of these ears is a woman’s, small,
finely formed, and pierced for an earring. The other is a man’s, sun-burned,
discoloured, and also pierced for an earring. These two people are presumably
dead, or we should have heard their story before now. To-day is Friday. The
packet was posted on Thursday morning. The tragedy, then, occurred on
Wednesday or Tuesday or earlier. If the two people were murdered, who but
their murderer would have sent this sign of his work to Miss Cushing? We
may take it that the sender of the packet is the man whom we want. But he
must have some strong reason for sending Miss Cushing this packet. What
reason then? It must have been to tell her that the deed was done! or to pain
her, perhaps. But in that case she knows who it is. Does she know? I doubt it.
If she knew, why should she call the police in? She might have buried the ears,
and no one would have been the wiser. That is what she would have done if
she had wished to shield the criminal. But if she does not wish to shield him
she would give his name. There is a tangle here which needs straightening
out.” He had been talking in a high, quick voice, staring blankly up over the
garden fence, but now he sprang briskly to his feet and walked towards the
house.
“I have a few questions to ask Miss Cushing,” said he.
“In that case I may leave you here,” said Lestrade, “for I have another
small business on hand. I think that I have nothing further to learn from Miss
Cushing. You will find me at the police-station.”
“We shall look in on our way to the train,” answered Holmes. A moment
later he and I were back in the front room, where the impassive lady was still
quietly working away at her antimacassar. She put it down on her lap as we
entered and looked at us with her frank, searching blue eyes.
“I am convinced, sir,” she said, “that this matter is a mistake, and that the
parcel was never meant for me at all. I have said this several times to the
gentleman from Scotland Yard, but he simply laughs at me. I have not an
enemy in the world, as far as I know, so why should anyone play me such a
trick?”
“I am coming to be of the same opinion, Miss Cushing,” said Holmes,
taking a seat beside her. “I think that it is more than probable –” he paused,
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and I was surprised, on glancing round to see that he was staring with singular
intentness at the lady’s profile. Surprise and satisfaction were both for an
instant to be read upon his eager face, though when she glanced round to find
out the cause of his silence he had become as demure as ever. I stared hard
myself at her flat, grizzled hair, her trim cap, her little gilt earrings, her placid
features; but I could see nothing which could account for my companion’s
evident excitement.
“There were one or two questions —”
“Oh, I am weary of questions!” cried Miss Cushing impatiently.
“You have two sisters, I believe.”
“How could you know that?”
“I observed the very instant that I entered the room that you have a
portrait group of three ladies upon the mantelpiece, one of whom is
undoubtedly yourself, while the others are so exceedingly like you that there
could be no doubt of the relationship.”
“Yes, you are quite right. Those are my sisters, Sarah and Mary.”
“And here at my elbow is another portrait, taken at Liverpool, of your
younger sister, in the company of a man who appears to be a steward by his
uniform. I observe that she was unmarried at the time.”
“You are very quick at observing.”
“That is my trade.”
“Well, you are quite right. But she was married to Mr. Browner a few days
afterwards. He was on the South American line when that was taken, but he
was so fond of her that he couldn’t abide to leave her for so long, and he got
into the Liverpool and London boats.”
“Ah, the Conqueror, perhaps?”
“No, the May Day, when last I heard. Jim came down here to see me once.
That was before he broke the pledge; but afterwards he would always take
drink when he was ashore, and a little drink would send him stark, staring
mad. Ah! it was a bad day that ever he took a glass in his hand again. First he
dropped me, then he quarrelled with Sarah, and now that Mary has stopped
writing we don’t know how things are going with them.”
It was evident that Miss Cushing had come upon a subject on which she
felt very deeply. Like most people who lead a lonely life, she was shy at first,
but ended by becoming extremely communicative. She told us many details
about her brother-in-law the steward, and then wandering off on the subject
of her former lodgers, the medical students, she gave us a long account of their
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delinquencies, with their names and those of their hospitals. Holmes listened
attentively to everything, throwing in a question from time to time.
“About your second sister, Sarah,” said he. “I wonder, since you are both
maiden ladies, that you do not keep house together.”
“Ah! you don’t know Sarah’s temper or you would wonder no more. I tried
it when I came to Croydon, and we kept on until about two months ago, when
we had to part. I don’t want to say a word against my own sister, but she was
always meddlesome and hard to please, was Sarah.”
“You say that she quarrelled with your Liverpool relations.”
“Yes, and they were the best of friends at one time. Why, she went up
there to live in order to be near them. And now she has no word hard enough
for Jim Browner. The last six months that she was here she would speak of
nothing but his drinking and his ways. He had caught her meddling, I suspect,
and given her a bit of his mind, and that was the start of it.”
“Thank you, Miss Cushing,” said Holmes, rising and bowing. “Your sister
Sarah lives, I think you said, at New Street Wallington? Good-bye, and I am
very sorry that you should have been troubled over a case with which, as you
say, you have nothing whatever to do.”
There was a cab passing as we came out, and Holmes hailed it.
“How far to Wallington?” he asked.
“Only about a mile, sir.”
“Very good. Jump in, Watson. We must strike while the iron is hot.
Simple as the case is, there have been one or two very instructive details in
connection with it. Just pull up at a telegraph office as you pass, cabby.”
Holmes sent off a short wire and for the rest of the drive lay back in the
cab, with his hat tilted over his nose to keep the sun from his face. Our driver
pulled up at a house which was not unlike the one which we had just quitted.
My companion ordered him to wait, and had his hand upon the knocker, when
the door opened and a grave young gentleman in black, with a very shiny hat,
appeared on the step.
“Is Miss Cushing at home?” asked Holmes.
“Miss Sarah Cushing is extremely ill,” said he. “She has been suffering
since yesterday from brain symptoms of great severity. As her medical adviser,
I cannot possibly take the responsibility of allowing anyone to see her. I should
recommend you to call again in ten days.” He drew on his gloves, closed the
door, and marched off down the street.
“Well, if we can’t we can’t,” said Holmes, cheerfully.
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“Perhaps she could not or would not have told you much.”
“I did not wish her to tell me anything. I only wanted to look at her.
However, I think that I have got all that I want. Drive us to some decent hotel,
cabby, where we may have some lunch, and afterwards we shall drop down
upon friend Lestrade at the police-station.”
We had a pleasant little meal together, during which Holmes would talk
about nothing but violins, narrating with great exultation how he had
purchased his own Stradivarius, which was worth at least five hundred
guineas, at a Jew broker’s in Tottenham Court Road for fifty-five shillings. This
led him to Paganini, and we sat for an hour over a bottle of claret while he told
me anecdote after anecdote of that extraordinary man. The afternoon was far
advanced and the hot glare had softened into a mellow glow before we found
ourselves at the police-station. Lestrade was waiting for us at the door.
“A telegram for you, Mr. Holmes,” said he.
“Ha! It is the answer!” He tore it open, glanced his eyes over it, and
crumpled it into his pocket. “That’s all right,” said he.
“Have you found out anything?”
“I have found out everything!”
“What!” Lestrade stared at him in amazement. “You are joking.”
“I was never more serious in my life. A shocking crime has been
committed, and I think I have now laid bare every detail of it.”
“And the criminal?”
Holmes scribbled a few words upon the back of one of his visiting cards
and threw it over to Lestrade.
“That is the name,” he said. “You cannot effect an arrest until to-morrow
night at the earliest. I should prefer that you do not mention my name at all
in connection with the case, as I choose to be only associated with those
crimes which present some difficulty in their solution. Come on, Watson.” We
strode off together to the station, leaving Lestrade still staring with a delighted
face at the card which Holmes had thrown him.
“The case,” said Sherlock Holmes as we chatted over our cigars that night
in our rooms at Baker Street, “is one where, as in the investigations which you
have chronicled under the names of ‘A Study in Scarlet’ and of ‘The Sign of
Four,’ we have been compelled to reason backward from effects to causes. I
have written to Lestrade asking him to supply us with the details which are
now wanting, and which he will only get after he has secured his man. That
he may be safely trusted to do, for although he is absolutely devoid of reason,
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he is as tenacious as a bulldog when he once understands what he has to do,
and, indeed, it is just this tenacity which has brought him to the top at
Scotland Yard.”
“Your case is not complete, then?” I asked.
“It is fairly complete in essentials. We know who the author of the
revolting business is, although one of the victims still escapes us. Of course,
you have formed your own conclusions.”
“I presume that this Jim Browner, the steward of a Liverpool boat, is the
man whom you suspect?”
“Oh! it is more than a suspicion.”
“And yet I cannot see anything save very vague indications.”
“On the contrary, to my mind nothing could be more clear. Let me run
over the principal steps. We approached the case, you remember, with an
absolutely blank mind, which is always an advantage. We had formed no
theories. We were simply there to observe and to draw inferences from our
observations. What did we see first? A very placid and respectable lady, who
seemed quite innocent of any secret, and a portrait which showed me that she
had two younger sisters. It instantly flashed across my mind that the box
might have been meant for one of these. I set the idea aside as one which could
be disproved or confirmed at our leisure. Then we went to the garden, as you
remember, and we saw the very singular contents of the little yellow box.
“The string was of the quality which is used by sailmakers aboard ship,
and at once a whiff of the sea was perceptible in our investigation. When I
observed that the knot was one which is popular with sailors, that the parcel
had been posted at a port, and that the male ear was pierced for an earring
which is so much more common among sailors than landsmen, I was quite
certain that all the actors in the tragedy were to be found among our seafaring
classes.
“When I came to examine the address of the packet I observed that it was
to Miss S. Cushing. Now, the oldest sister would, of course, be Miss Cushing,
and although her initial was ‘S’ it might belong to one of the others as well. In
that case we should have to commence our investigation from a fresh basis
altogether. I therefore went into the house with the intention of clearing up
this point. I was about to assure Miss Cushing that I was convinced that a
mistake had been made when you may remember that I came suddenly to a
stop. The fact was that I had just seen something which filled me with surprise
and at the same time narrowed the field of our inquiry immensely.
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“As a medical man, you are aware, Watson, that there is no part of the
body which varies so much as the human ear. Each ear is as a rule quite
distinctive and differs from all other ones. In last year’s Anthropological
Journal you will find two short monographs from my pen upon the subject. I
had, therefore, examined the ears in the box with the eyes of an expert and
had carefully noted their anatomical peculiarities. Imagine my surprise, then,
when on looking at Miss Cushing I perceived that her ear corresponded
exactly with the female ear which I had just inspected. The matter was entirely
beyond coincidence. There was the same shortening of the pinna, the same
broad curve of the upper lobe, the same convolution of the inner cartilage. In
all essentials it was the same ear.
“Of course I at once saw the enormous importance of the observation. It
was evident that the victim was a blood relation and probably a very close one.
I began to talk to her about her family, and you remember that she at once
gave us some exceedingly valuable details.
“In the first place, her sister’s name was Sarah, and her address had until
recently been the same, so that it was quite obvious how the mistake had
occurred and for whom the packet was meant. Then we heard of this steward,
married to the third sister, and learned that he had at one time been so
intimate with Miss Sarah that she had actually gone up to Liverpool to be near
the Browners, but a quarrel had afterwards divided them. This quarrel had put
a stop to all communications for some months, so that if Browner had
occasion to address a packet to Miss Sarah, he would undoubtedly have done
so to her old address.
“And now the matter had begun to straighten itself out wonderfully. We
had learned of the existence of this steward, an impulsive man, of strong
passions — you remember that he threw up what must have been a very
superior berth in order to be nearer to his wife — subject, too, to occasional
fits of hard drinking. We had reason to believe that his wife had been
murdered, and that a man — presumably a seafaring man — had been
murdered at the same time. Jealousy, of course, at once suggests itself as the
motive for the crime. And why should these proofs of the deed be sent to Miss
Sarah Cushing? Probably because during her residence in Liverpool she had
some hand in bringing about the events which led to the tragedy. You will
observe that this line of boats calls at Belfast, Dublin, and Waterford; so that,
presuming that Browner had committed the deed and had embarked at once
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upon his steamer, the May Day, Belfast would be the first place at which he
could post his terrible packet.
“A second solution was at this stage obviously possible, and although I
thought it exceedingly unlikely, I was determined to elucidate it before going
further. An unsuccessful lover might have killed Mr. and Mrs. Browner, and
the male ear might have belonged to the husband. There were many grave
objections to this theory, but it was conceivable. I therefore sent off a telegram
to my friend Algar, of the Liverpool force, and asked him to find out if Mrs.
Browner were at home, and if Browner had departed in the May Day. Then we
went on to Wallington to visit Miss Sarah.
“I was curious, in the first place, to see how far the family ear had been
reproduced in her. Then, of course, she might give us very important
information, but I was not sanguine that she would. She must have heard of
the business the day before, since all Croydon was ringing with it, and she
alone could have understood for whom the packet was meant. If she had been
willing to help justice she would probably have communicated with the police
already. However, it was clearly our duty to see her, so we went. We found
that the news of the arrival of the packet — for her illness dated from that
time — had such an effect upon her as to bring on brain fever. It was clearer
than ever that she understood its full significance, but equally clear that we
should have to wait some time for any assistance from her.
“However, we were really independent of her help. Our answers were
waiting for us at the police-station, where I had directed Algar to send them.
Nothing could be more conclusive. Mrs. Browner’s house had been closed for
more than three days, and the neighbours were of opinion that she had gone
south to see her relatives. It had been ascertained at the shipping offices that
Browner had left aboard of the May Day, and I calculate that she is due in the
Thames to-morrow night. When he arrives he will be met by the obtuse but
resolute Lestrade, and I have no doubt that we shall have all our details filled
in.”
Sherlock Holmes was not disappointed in his expectations. Two days
later he received a bulky envelope, which contained a short note from the
detective, and a typewritten document, which covered several pages of
foolscap.
“Lestrade has got him all right,” said Holmes, glancing up at me. “Perhaps
it would interest you to hear what he says.
“MY DEAR MR. HOLMES:
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“In accordance with the scheme which we had formed in order to
test our theories” [“the ‘we’ is rather fine, Watson, is it not?”] “I
went down to the Albert Dock yesterday at 6 P. M., and boarded
the S. S. May Day, belonging to the Liverpool, Dublin, and London
Steam Packet Company. On inquiry, I found that there was a
steward on board of the name of James Browner and that he had
acted during the voyage in such an extraordinary manner that the
captain had been compelled to relieve him of his duties. On
descending to his berth, I found him seated upon a chest with his
head sunk upon his hands, rocking himself to and fro. He is a big,
powerful chap, clean-shaven, and very swarthy — something like
Aldridge, who helped us in the bogus laundry affair. He jumped
up when he heard my business, and I had my whistle to my lips to
call a couple of river police, who were round the corner, but he
seemed to have no heart in him, and he held out his hands quietly
enough for the darbies. We brought him along to the cells, and his
box as well, for we thought there might be something
incriminating; but, bar a big sharp knife such as most sailors have,
we got nothing for our trouble. However, we find that we shall
want no more evidence, for on being brought before the inspector
at the station he asked leave to make a statement, which was, of
course, taken down, just as he made it, by our shorthand man. We
had three copies typewritten, one of which I enclose. The affair
proves, as I always thought it would, to be an extremely simple
one, but I am obliged to you for assisting me in my investigation.
With kind regards,
“Yours very truly,
“G. LESTRADE
“Hum! The investigation really was a very simple one,” remarked Holmes,
“but I don’t think it struck him in that light when he first called us in.
However, let us see what Jim Browner has to say for himself. This is his
statement as made before Inspector Montgomery at the Shadwell Police
Station, and it has the advantage of being verbatim.”
“ ‘Have I anything to say? Yes, I have a deal to say. I have to make a clean
breast of it all. You can hang me, or you can leave me alone. I don’t care a plug
which you do. I tell you I’ve not shut an eye in sleep since I did it, and I don’t