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Context: The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Valley of Fear, by Arthur Conan Doyle
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Title: The Valley of Fear
Author: Arthur Conan Doyle
Posting Date: May 15, 2009 [EBook #3776]
Release Date: February, 2003
First Posted: September 3, 2001
Last Updated: February 10, 2005
Language: English
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VALLEY OF FEAR ***
Produced by Toby F. Charkin. HTML version by Al Haines.
The Valley Of Fear
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
CONTENTS
PART 1—The Tragedy of Birlstone
Chapter
1 The Warning
2 Sherlock Holmes Discourses
3 The Tragedy of Birlstone
4 Darkness
5 The People Of the Drama
6 A Dawning Light
7 The Solution
PART 2—The Scowrers
1 The Man
2 The Bodymaster
3 Lodge 341, Vermissa
4 The Valley of Fear
5 The Darkest Hour
6 Danger
7 The Trapping of Birdy Edwards
Epilogue
PART 1
The Tragedy of Birlstone
Chapter 1
The Warning
"I am inclined to think—" said I.
"I should do so," Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently.
I believe that I am one of the most long-suffering of mortals; but I'll admit
that I was annoyed at the sardonic interruption.
"Really, Holmes," said I severely, "you are a little trying at times."
He was too much absorbed with his own thoughts to give any immediate
answer to my remonstrance. He leaned upon his hand, with his untasted
breakfast before him, and he stared at the slip of paper which he had just drawn
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Context: village to reach the park gates, and there are many cyclists upon the road.
Presumably he at once concealed his cycle among the laurels where it was
found, and possibly lurked there himself, with his eye on the house, waiting for
Mr. Douglas to come out. The shotgun is a strange weapon to use inside a house;
but he had intended to use it outside, and there it has very obvious advantages, as
it would be impossible to miss with it, and the sound of shots is so common in an
English sporting neighbourhood that no particular notice would be taken."
"That is all very clear," said Holmes.
"Well, Mr. Douglas did not appear. What was he to do next? He left his
bicycle and approached the house in the twilight. He found the bridge down and
no one about. He took his chance, intending, no doubt, to make some excuse if
he met anyone. He met no one. He slipped into the first room that he saw, and
concealed himself behind the curtain. Thence he could see the drawbridge go up,
and he knew that his only escape was through the moat. He waited until quarterpast
eleven, when Mr. Douglas upon his usual nightly round came into the room.
He shot him and escaped, as arranged. He was aware that the bicycle would be
described by the hotel people and be a clue against him; so he left it there and
made his way by some other means to London or to some safe hiding place
which he had already arranged. How is that, Mr. Holmes?"
"Well, Mr. Mac, it is very good and very clear so far as it goes. That is your
end of the story. My end is that the crime was committed half an hour earlier
than reported; that Mrs. Douglas and Barker are both in a conspiracy to conceal
something; that they aided the murderer's escape—or at least that they reached
the room before he escaped—and that they fabricated evidence of his escape
through the window, whereas in all probability they had themselves let him go
by lowering the bridge. That's my reading of the first half."
The two detectives shook their heads.
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Context: road, or was down in town when you went for him, or stayed indoors when you
thought he would come out, you'll see my work."
"You blasted traitor!" hissed McGinty through his closed teeth.
"Ay, John McGinty, you may call me that if it eases your smart. You and your
like have been the enemy of God and man in these parts. It took a man to get
between you and the poor devils of men and women that you held under your
grip. There was just one way of doing it, and I did it. You call me a traitor; but I
guess there's many a thousand will call me a deliverer that went down into hell
to save them. I've had three months of it. I wouldn't have three such months
again if they let me loose in the treasury at Washington for it. I had to stay till I
had it all, every man and every secret right here in this hand. I'd have waited a
little longer if it hadn't come to my knowledge that my secret was coming out. A
letter had come into the town that would have set you wise to it all. Then I had to
act and act quickly.
"I've nothing more to say to you, except that when my time comes I'll die the
easier when I think of the work I have done in this valley. Now, Marvin, I'll keep
you no more. Take them in and get it over."
There is little more to tell. Scanlan had been given a sealed note to be left at
the address of Miss Ettie Shafter, a mission which he had accepted with a wink
and a knowing smile. In the early hours of the morning a beautiful woman and a
much muffled man boarded a special train which had been sent by the railroad
company, and made a swift, unbroken journey out of the land of danger. It was
the last time that ever either Ettie or her lover set foot in the Valley of Fear. Ten
days later they were married in Chicago, with old Jacob Shafter as witness of the
wedding.
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Context: "DEAR MR. HOLMES [he says]:
"I will go no further in this matter. It is too dangerous—he suspects me. I can see that
he suspects me. He came to me quite unexpectedly after I had actually addressed this
envelope with the intention of sending you the key to the cipher. I was able to cover it
up. If he had seen it, it would have gone hard with me. But I read suspicion in his
eyes. Please burn the cipher message, which can now be of no use to you.
FRED PORLOCK."
Holmes sat for some little time twisting this letter between his fingers, and
frowning, as he stared into the fire.
"After all," he said at last, "there may be nothing in it. It may be only his
guilty conscience. Knowing himself to be a traitor, he may have read the
accusation in the other's eyes."
"The other being, I presume, Professor Moriarty."
"No less! When any of that party talk about 'He' you know whom they mean.
There is one predominant 'He' for all of them."
"But what can he do?"
"Hum! That's a large question. When you have one of the first brains of
Europe up against you, and all the powers of darkness at his back, there are
infinite possibilities. Anyhow, Friend Porlock is evidently scared out of his
senses—kindly compare the writing in the note to that upon its envelope; which
was done, he tells us, before this ill-omened visit. The one is clear and firm. The
other hardly legible."
"Why did he write at all? Why did he not simply drop it?"
"Because he feared I would make some inquiry after him in that case, and
possibly bring trouble on him."
"No doubt," said I. "Of course." I had picked up the original cipher message
and was bending my brows over it. "It's pretty maddening to think that an
important secret may lie here on this slip of paper, and that it is beyond human
power to penetrate it."
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Context: He did the round of the house every night, for he was nervous of fire. It is the
only thing that I have ever known him nervous of."
"That is just the point which I want to come to, Mrs. Douglas. You have
known your husband only in England, have you not?"
"Yes, we have been married five years."
"Have you heard him speak of anything which occurred in America and
might bring some danger upon him?"
Mrs. Douglas thought earnestly before she answered. "Yes." she said at last,
"I have always felt that there was a danger hanging over him. He refused to
discuss it with me. It was not from want of confidence in me—there was the
most complete love and confidence between us—but it was out of his desire to
keep all alarm away from me. He thought I should brood over it if I knew all,
and so he was silent."
"How did you know it, then?"
Mrs. Douglas's face lit with a quick smile. "Can a husband ever carry about a
secret all his life and a woman who loves him have no suspicion of it? I knew it
by his refusal to talk about some episodes in his American life. I knew it by
certain precautions he took. I knew it by certain words he let fall. I knew it by
the way he looked at unexpected strangers. I was perfectly certain that he had
some powerful enemies, that he believed they were on his track, and that he was
always on his guard against them. I was so sure of it that for years I have been
terrified if ever he came home later than was expected."
"Might I ask," asked Holmes, "what the words were which attracted your
attention?"
"The Valley of Fear," the lady answered. "That was an expression he has used
when I questioned him. 'I have been in the Valley of Fear. I am not out of it
yet.'—'Are we never to get out of the Valley of Fear?' I have asked him when I
have seen him more serious than usual. 'Sometimes I think that we never shall,'
he has answered."
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Context: whoever had hidden the bundle would most certainly withdraw it the moment
that darkness enabled him to do so. We have no less than four witnesses as to
who it was who took advantage of the opportunity, and so, Mr. Barker, I think
the word lies now with you."
Sherlock Holmes put the sopping bundle upon the table beside the lamp and
undid the cord which bound it. From within he extracted a dumb-bell, which he
tossed down to its fellow in the corner. Next he drew forth a pair of boots.
"American, as you perceive," he remarked, pointing to the toes. Then he laid
upon the table a long, deadly, sheathed knife. Finally he unravelled a bundle of
clothing, comprising a complete set of underclothes, socks, a gray tweed suit,
and a short yellow overcoat.
"The clothes are commonplace," remarked Holmes, "save only the overcoat,
which is full of suggestive touches." He held it tenderly towards the light. "Here,
as you perceive, is the inner pocket prolonged into the lining in such fashion as
to give ample space for the truncated fowling piece. The tailor's tab is on the
neck—'Neal, Outfitter, Vermissa, U. S. A.' I have spent an instructive afternoon
in the rector's library, and have enlarged my knowledge by adding the fact that
Vermissa is a flourishing little town at the head of one of the best known coal
and iron valleys in the United States. I have some recollection, Mr. Barker, that
you associated the coal districts with Mr. Douglas's first wife, and it would
surely not be too far-fetched an inference that the V. V. upon the card by the dead
body might stand for Vermissa Valley, or that this very valley which sends forth
emissaries of murder may be that Valley of Fear of which we have heard. So
much is fairly clear. And now, Mr. Barker, I seem to be standing rather in the
way of your explanation."
It was a sight to see Cecil Barker's expressive face during this exposition of
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Context: compositors and pressmen was forming in the hall below and nerving itself to
action. Leaving the limp and motionless body of the editor at the head of the
stair, the criminals rushed down and made their way swiftly along the street.
Having reached the Union House, some of them mixed with the crowd in
McGinty's saloon, whispering across the bar to the Boss that the job had been
well carried through. Others, and among them McMurdo, broke away into side
streets, and so by devious paths to their own homes.
Chapter 4
The Valley of Fear
When McMurdo awoke next morning he had good reason to remember his
initiation into the lodge. His head ached with the effect of the drink, and his arm,
where he had been branded, was hot and swollen. Having his own peculiar
source of income, he was irregular in his attendance at his work; so he had a late
breakfast, and remained at home for the morning writing a long letter to a friend.
Afterwards he read the Daily Herald. In a special column put in at the last
moment he read:
OUTRAGE AT THE HERALD OFFICE—EDITOR
SERIOUSLY INJURED.
It was a short account of the facts with which he was himself more familiar than
the writer could have been. It ended with the statement:
The matter is now in the hands of the police; but it can hardly be hoped that their
exertions will be attended by any better results than in the past. Some of the men were
recognized, and there is hope that a conviction may be obtained. The source of the
outrage was, it need hardly be said, that infamous society which has held this
community in bondage for so long a period, and against which the Herald has taken so
uncompromising a stand. Mr. Stanger's many friends will rejoice to hear that, though
he has been cruelly and brutally beaten, and though he has sustained severe injuries
about the head, there is no immediate danger to his life.
Below it stated that a guard of police, armed with Winchester rifles, had been
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Context: conversed in low voices, glancing occasionally at two men on the opposite side
of the car, whose uniforms and badges showed them to be policemen.
Several women of the labouring class and one or two travellers who might
have been small local storekeepers made up the rest of the company, with the
exception of one young man in a corner by himself. It is with this man that we
are concerned. Take a good look at him, for he is worth it.
He is a fresh-complexioned, middle-sized young man, not far, one would
guess, from his thirtieth year. He has large, shrewd, humorous gray eyes which
twinkle inquiringly from time to time as he looks round through his spectacles at
the people about him. It is easy to see that he is of a sociable and possibly simple
disposition, anxious to be friendly to all men. Anyone could pick him at once as
gregarious in his habits and communicative in his nature, with a quick wit and a
ready smile. And yet the man who studied him more closely might discern a
certain firmness of jaw and grim tightness about the lips which would warn him
that there were depths beyond, and that this pleasant, brown-haired young
Irishman might conceivably leave his mark for good or evil upon any society to
which he was introduced.
Having made one or two tentative remarks to the nearest miner, and receiving
only short, gruff replies, the traveller resigned himself to uncongenial silence,
staring moodily out of the window at the fading landscape.
It was not a cheering prospect. Through the growing gloom there pulsed the
red glow of the furnaces on the sides of the hills. Great heaps of slag and dumps
of cinders loomed up on each side, with the high shafts of the collieries towering
above them. Huddled groups of mean, wooden houses, the windows of which
were beginning to outline themselves in light, were scattered here and there
along the line, and the frequent halting places were crowded with their swarthy
inhabitants.
The iron and coal valleys of the Vermissa district were no resorts for the
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Context: sunshine.
Three centuries had flowed past the old Manor House, centuries of births and
of homecomings, of country dances and of the meetings of fox hunters. Strange
that now in its old age this dark business should have cast its shadow upon the
venerable walls! And yet those strange, peaked roofs and quaint, overhung
gables were a fitting covering to grim and terrible intrigue. As I looked at the
deep-set windows and the long sweep of the dull-coloured, water-lapped front, I
felt that no more fitting scene could be set for such a tragedy.
"That's the window," said White Mason, "that one on the immediate right of
the drawbridge. It's open just as it was found last night."
"It looks rather narrow for a man to pass."
"Well, it wasn't a fat man, anyhow. We don't need your deductions, Mr.
Holmes, to tell us that. But you or I could squeeze through all right."
Holmes walked to the edge of the moat and looked across. Then he examined
the stone ledge and the grass border beyond it.
"I've had a good look, Mr. Holmes," said White Mason. "There is nothing
there, no sign that anyone has landed—but why should he leave any sign?"
"Exactly. Why should he? Is the water always turbid?"
"Generally about this colour. The stream brings down the clay."
"How deep is it?"
"About two feet at each side and three in the middle."
"So we can put aside all idea of the man having been drowned in crossing."
"No, a child could not be drowned in it."
We walked across the drawbridge, and were admitted by a quaint, gnarled,
dried-up person, who was the butler, Ames. The poor old fellow was white and
quivering from the shock. The village sergeant, a tall, formal, melancholy man,
still held his vigil in the room of Fate. The doctor had departed.
"Anything fresh, Sergeant Wilson?" asked White Mason.
"No, sir."
"Then you can go home. You've had enough. We can send for you if we want
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Context: and made the mark on the sill to give an idea of how the murderer escaped. It
was a tall order, that; but as the bridge was up there was no other way. Then,
when everything was fixed, he rang the bell for all he was worth. What happened
afterward you know. And so, gentlemen, you can do what you please; but I've
told you the truth and the whole truth, so help me God! What I ask you now is
how do I stand by the English law?"
There was a silence which was broken by Sherlock Holmes.
"The English law is in the main a just law. You will get no worse than your
deserts from that, Mr. Douglas. But I would ask you how did this man know that
you lived here, or how to get into your house, or where to hide to get you?"
"I know nothing of this."
Holmes's face was very white and grave. "The story is not over yet, I fear,"
said he. "You may find worse dangers than the English law, or even than your
enemies from America. I see trouble before you, Mr. Douglas. You'll take my
advice and still be on your guard."
And now, my long-suffering readers, I will ask you to come away with me for
a time, far from the Sussex Manor House of Birlstone, and far also from the year
of grace in which we made our eventful journey which ended with the strange
story of the man who had been known as John Douglas. I wish you to journey
back some twenty years in time, and westward some thousands of miles in
space, that I may lay before you a singular and terrible narrative—so singular
and so terrible that you may find it hard to believe that even as I tell it, even so
did it occur.
Do not think that I intrude one story before another is finished. As you read
on you will find that this is not so. And when I have detailed those distant events
and you have solved this mystery of the past, we shall meet once more in those
rooms on Baker Street, where this, like so many other wonderful happenings,
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Context: he has answered."
"Surely you asked him what he meant by the Valley of Fear?"
"I did; but his face would become very grave and he would shake his head. 'It
is bad enough that one of us should have been in its shadow,' he said. 'Please
God it shall never fall upon you!' It was some real valley in which he had lived
and in which something terrible had occurred to him, of that I am certain; but I
can tell you no more."
"And he never mentioned any names?"
"Yes, he was delirious with fever once when he had his hunting accident three
years ago. Then I remember that there was a name that came continually to his
lips. He spoke it with anger and a sort of horror. McGinty was the name—
Bodymaster McGinty. I asked him when he recovered who Bodymaster
McGinty was, and whose body he was master of. 'Never of mine, thank God!' he
answered with a laugh, and that was all I could get from him. But there is a
connection between Bodymaster McGinty and the Valley of Fear."
"There is one other point," said Inspector MacDonald. "You met Mr. Douglas
in a boarding house in London, did you not, and became engaged to him there?
Was there any romance, anything secret or mysterious, about the wedding?"
"There was romance. There is always romance. There was nothing
mysterious."
"He had no rival?"
"No, I was quite free."
"You have heard, no doubt, that his wedding ring has been taken. Does that
suggest anything to you? Suppose that some enemy of his old life had tracked
him down and committed this crime, what possible reason could he have for
taking his wedding ring?"
For an instant I could have sworn that the faintest shadow of a smile flickered
over the woman's lips.
"I really cannot tell," she answered. "It is certainly a most extraordinary
thing."
"Well, we will not detain you any longer, and we are sorry to have put you to
this trouble at such a time," said the inspector. "There are some other points, no
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Context: and I ask you what the end is to be. Are you ready to be a cold-blooded murderer
also, or can we do anything to stop it?"
"What would you do?" asked McMurdo abruptly. "You would not inform?"
"God forbid!" cried Morris. "Sure, the very thought would cost me my life."
"That's well," said McMurdo. "I'm thinking that you are a weak man and that
you make too much of the matter."
"Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See
the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows it! I tell you that the cloud of
murder hangs thicker and lower than that over the heads of the people. It is the
Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from
the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself."
"Well, I'll let you know what I think when I have seen more," said McMurdo
carelessly. "What is very clear is that you are not the man for the place, and that
the sooner you sell out—if you only get a dime a dollar for what the business is
worth—the better it will be for you. What you have said is safe with me; but, by
Gar! if I thought you were an informer—"
"No, no!" cried Morris piteously.
"Well, let it rest at that. I'll bear what you have said in mind, and maybe some
day I'll come back to it. I expect you meant kindly by speaking to me like this.
Now I'll be getting home."
"One word before you go," said Morris. "We may have been seen together.
They may want to know what we have spoken about."
"Ah! that's well thought of."
"I offer you a clerkship in my store."
"And I refuse it. That's our business. Well, so long, Brother Morris, and may
you find things go better with you in the future."
That same afternoon, as McMurdo sat smoking, lost in thought beside the
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Context: fortalice in the centre of the estate, which had been granted to him by the Red
King. This was destroyed by fire in 1543, and some of its smoke-blackened
corner stones were used when, in Jacobean times, a brick country house rose
upon the ruins of the feudal castle.
The Manor House, with its many gables and its small diamond-paned
windows, was still much as the builder had left it in the early seventeenth
century. Of the double moats which had guarded its more warlike predecessor,
the outer had been allowed to dry up, and served the humble function of a
kitchen garden. The inner one was still there, and lay forty feet in breadth,
though now only a few feet in depth, round the whole house. A small stream fed
it and continued beyond it, so that the sheet of water, though turbid, was never
ditch-like or unhealthy. The ground floor windows were within a foot of the
surface of the water.
The only approach to the house was over a drawbridge, the chains and
windlass of which had long been rusted and broken. The latest tenants of the
Manor House had, however, with characteristic energy, set this right, and the
drawbridge was not only capable of being raised, but actually was raised every
evening and lowered every morning. By thus renewing the custom of the old
feudal days the Manor House was converted into an island during the night—a
fact which had a very direct bearing upon the mystery which was soon to engage
the attention of all England.
The house had been untenanted for some years and was threatening to
moulder into a picturesque decay when the Douglases took possession of it. This
family consisted of only two individuals—John Douglas and his wife. Douglas
was a remarkable man, both in character and in person. In age he may have been
about fifty, with a strong-jawed, rugged face, a grizzling moustache, peculiarly
keen gray eyes, and a wiry, vigorous figure which had lost nothing of the
strength and activity of youth. He was cheery and genial to all, but somewhat
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Context: in the garden.
"Well at least they gave that impression. However, we will suppose that they
are an extraordinarily astute couple, who deceive everyone upon this point, and
conspire to murder the husband. He happens to be a man over whose head some
danger hangs—"
"We have only their word for that."
Holmes looked thoughtful. "I see, Watson. You are sketching out a theory by
which everything they say from the beginning is false. According to your idea,
there was never any hidden menace, or secret society, or Valley of Fear, or Boss
MacSomebody, or anything else. Well, that is a good sweeping generalization.
Let us see what that brings us to. They invent this theory to account for the
crime. They then play up to the idea by leaving this bicycle in the park as proof
of the existence of some outsider. The stain on the windowsill conveys the same
idea. So does the card on the body, which might have been prepared in the
house. That all fits into your hypothesis, Watson. But now we come on the nasty,
angular, uncompromising bits which won't slip into their places. Why a cut-off
shotgun of all weapons—and an American one at that? How could they be so
sure that the sound of it would not bring someone on to them? It's a mere chance
as it is that Mrs. Allen did not start out to inquire for the slamming door. Why
did your guilty couple do all this, Watson?"
"I confess that I can't explain it."
"Then again, if a woman and her lover conspire to murder a husband, are they
going to advertise their guilt by ostentatiously removing his wedding ring after
his death? Does that strike you as very probable, Watson?"
"No, it does not."
"And once again, if the thought of leaving a bicycle concealed outside had
occurred to you, would it really have seemed worth doing when the dullest
detective would naturally say this is an obvious blind, as the bicycle is the first
thing which the fugitive needed in order to make his escape."
"I can conceive of no explanation."
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Context: l'Agneau fetched one million two hundred thousand francs—more than forty
thousand pounds—at the Portalis sale may start a train of reflection in your
mind."
It was clear that it did. The inspector looked honestly interested.
"I may remind you," Holmes continued, "that the professor's salary can be
ascertained in several trustworthy books of reference. It is seven hundred a year."
"Then how could he buy—"
"Quite so! How could he?"
"Ay, that's remarkable," said the inspector thoughtfully. "Talk away, Mr.
Holmes. I'm just loving it. It's fine!"
Holmes smiled. He was always warmed by genuine admiration—the
characteristic of the real artist. "What about Birlstone?" he asked.
"We've time yet," said the inspector, glancing at his watch. "I've a cab at the
door, and it won't take us twenty minutes to Victoria. But about this picture: I
thought you told me once, Mr. Holmes, that you had never met Professor
Moriarty."
"No, I never have."
"Then how do you know about his rooms?"
"Ah, that's another matter. I have been three times in his rooms, twice waiting
for him under different pretexts and leaving before he came. Once—well, I can
hardly tell about the once to an official detective. It was on the last occasion that
I took the liberty of running over his papers—with the most unexpected results."
"You found something compromising?"
"Absolutely nothing. That was what amazed me. However, you have now
seen the point of the picture. It shows him to be a very wealthy man. How did he
acquire wealth? He is unmarried. His younger brother is a station master in the
west of England. His chair is worth seven hundred a year. And he owns a
Greuze."
"Well?"
"Surely the inference is plain."
"You mean that he has a great income and that he must earn it in an illegal
fashion?"
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Context: sole reward being the intellectual joy of the problem. For this reason the
affection and respect of the Scotchman for his amateur colleague were profound,
and he showed them by the frankness with which he consulted Holmes in every
difficulty. Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly
recognizes genius, and MacDonald had talent enough for his profession to
enable him to perceive that there was no humiliation in seeking the assistance of
one who already stood alone in Europe, both in his gifts and in his experience.
Holmes was not prone to friendship, but he was tolerant of the big Scotchman,
and smiled at the sight of him.
"You are an early bird, Mr. Mac," said he. "I wish you luck with your worm. I
fear this means that there is some mischief afoot."
"If you said 'hope' instead of 'fear,' it would be nearer the truth, I'm thinking,
Mr. Holmes," the inspector answered, with a knowing grin. "Well, maybe a wee
nip would keep out the raw morning chill. No, I won't smoke, I thank you. I'll
have to be pushing on my way; for the early hours of a case are the precious
ones, as no man knows better than your own self. But—but—"
The inspector had stopped suddenly, and was staring with a look of absolute
amazement at a paper upon the table. It was the sheet upon which I had scrawled
the enigmatic message.
"Douglas!" he stammered. "Birlstone! What's this, Mr. Holmes? Man, it's
witchcraft! Where in the name of all that is wonderful did you get those names?"
"It is a cipher that Dr. Watson and I have had occasion to solve. But why—
what's amiss with the names?"
The inspector looked from one to the other of us in dazed astonishment. "Just
this," said he, "that Mr. Douglas of Birlstone Manor House was horribly
murdered last night!"
Chapter 2
Sherlock Holmes Discourses
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Context: there is much that is unexplained, and I should strongly recommend that you ask
Mr. Douglas to tell us his own story."
Mrs. Douglas gave a cry of astonishment at Holmes's words. The detectives
and I must have echoed it, when we were aware of a man who seemed to have
emerged from the wall, who advanced now from the gloom of the corner in
which he had appeared. Mrs. Douglas turned, and in an instant her arms were
round him. Barker had seized his outstretched hand.
"It's best this way, Jack," his wife repeated; "I am sure that it is best."
"Indeed, yes, Mr. Douglas," said Sherlock Holmes, "I am sure that you will
find it best."
The man stood blinking at us with the dazed look of one who comes from the
dark into the light. It was a remarkable face, bold gray eyes, a strong, shortclipped,
grizzled moustache, a square, projecting chin, and a humorous mouth.
He took a good look at us all, and then to my amazement he advanced to me and
handed me a bundle of paper.
"I've heard of you," said he in a voice which was not quite English and not
quite American, but was altogether mellow and pleasing. "You are the historian
of this bunch. Well, Dr. Watson, you've never had such a story as that pass
through your hands before, and I'll lay my last dollar on that. Tell it your own
way; but there are the facts, and you can't miss the public so long as you have
those. I've been cooped up two days, and I've spent the daylight hours—as much
daylight as I could get in that rat trap—in putting the thing into words. You're
welcome to them—you and your public. There's the story of the Valley of Fear."
"That's the past, Mr. Douglas," said Sherlock Holmes quietly. "What we
desire now is to hear your story of the present."
"You'll have it, sir," said Douglas. "May I smoke as I talk? Well, thank you,
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Context: "Jack has been lost overboard in gale off St Helena. No one knows how
accident occurred.—Ivy Douglas."
"Ha! It came like that, did it?" said Holmes, thoughtfully. "Well, I've no doubt
it was well stage-managed."
"You mean that you think there was no accident?"
"None in the world."
"He was murdered?"
"Surely!"
"So I think also. These infernal Scowrers, this cursed vindictive nest of
criminals—"
"No, no, my good sir," said Holmes. "There is a master hand here. It is no
case of sawed-off shot-guns and clumsy six-shooters. You can tell an old master
by the sweep of his brush. I can tell a Moriarty when I see one. This crime is
from London, not from America."
"But for what motive?"
"Because it is done by a man who cannot afford to fail—one whose whole
unique position depends upon the fact that all he does must succeed. A great
brain and a huge organization have been turned to the extinction of one man. It is
crushing the nut with the hammer—an absurd extravagance of energy—but the
nut is very effectually crushed all the same."
"How came this man to have anything to do with it?"
"I can only say that the first word that ever came to us of the business was
from one of his lieutenants. These Americans were well advised. Having an
English job to do, they took into partnership, as any foreign criminal could do,
this great consultant in crime. From that moment their man was doomed. At first
he would content himself by using his machinery in order to find their victim.
Then he would indicate how the matter might be treated. Finally, when he read
in the reports of the failure of this agent, he would step in himself with a master
touch. You heard me warn this man at Birlstone Manor House that the coming
danger was greater than the past. Was I right?"
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Barker beat his head with his clenched fist in his impotent anger.
"Do you tell me that we have to sit down under this? Do you say that no one
can ever get level with this king-devil?"
"No, I don't say that," said Holmes, and his eyes seemed to be looking far
into the future. "I don't say that he can't be beat. But you must give me time—
you must give me time!"
We all sat in silence for some minutes, while those fateful eyes still strained
to pierce the veil.
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Context: family only the day before to some safer and less known quarters, where a guard
of police should watch over them. It was an empty house which had been torn
down by the gunpowder, and the grim old colour sergeant of the war was still
teaching discipline to the miners of Iron Dike.
"Leave him to me," said McMurdo. "He's my man, and I'll get him sure if I
have to wait a year for him."
A vote of thanks and confidence was passed in full lodge, and so for the time
the matter ended. When a few weeks later it was reported in the papers that
Wilcox had been shot at from an ambuscade, it was an open secret that
McMurdo was still at work upon his unfinished job.
Such were the methods of the Society of Freemen, and such were the deeds
of the Scowrers by which they spread their rule of fear over the great and rich
district which was for so long a period haunted by their terrible presence. Why
should these pages be stained by further crimes? Have I not said enough to show
the men and their methods?
These deeds are written in history, and there are records wherein one may
read the details of them. There one may learn of the shooting of Policemen Hunt
and Evans because they had ventured to arrest two members of the society—a
double outrage planned at the Vermissa lodge and carried out in cold blood upon
two helpless and disarmed men. There also one may read of the shooting of Mrs.
Larbey when she was nursing her husband, who had been beaten almost to death
by orders of Boss McGinty. The killing of the elder Jenkins, shortly followed by
that of his brother, the mutilation of James Murdoch, the blowing up of the
Staphouse family, and the murder of the Stendals all followed hard upon one
another in the same terrible winter.
Darkly the shadow lay upon the Valley of Fear. The spring had come with
running brooks and blossoming trees. There was hope for all Nature bound so
long in an iron grip; but nowhere was there any hope for the men and women
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Context: sent it to me. Instead of that, he had intended, before his plans were nipped, to
send me the clue in this envelope. He says so in his note. This would seem to
indicate that the book is one which he thought I would have no difficulty in
finding for myself. He had it—and he imagined that I would have it, too. In
short, Watson, it is a very common book."
"What you say certainly sounds plausible."
"So we have contracted our field of search to a large book, printed in double
columns and in common use."
"The Bible!" I cried triumphantly.
"Good, Watson, good! But not, if I may say so, quite good enough! Even if I
accepted the compliment for myself I could hardly name any volume which
would be less likely to lie at the elbow of one of Moriarty's associates. Besides,
the editions of Holy Writ are so numerous that he could hardly suppose that two
copies would have the same pagination. This is clearly a book which is
standardized. He knows for certain that his page 534 will exactly agree with my
page 534."
"But very few books would correspond with that."
"Exactly. Therein lies our salvation. Our search is narrowed down to
standardized books which anyone may be supposed to possess."
"Bradshaw!"
"There are difficulties, Watson. The vocabulary of Bradshaw is nervous and
terse, but limited. The selection of words would hardly lend itself to the sending
of general messages. We will eliminate Bradshaw. The dictionary is, I fear,
inadmissible for the same reason. What then is left?"
"An almanac!"
"Excellent, Watson! I am very much mistaken if you have not touched the
spot. An almanac! Let us consider the claims of Whitaker's Almanac. It is in
common use. It has the requisite number of pages. It is in double column.
Though reserved in its earlier vocabulary, it becomes, if I remember right, quite
garrulous towards the end." He picked the volume from his desk. "Here is page
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Context: instant in his own, "and I acted for the best.
"Well, gentlemen, the day before these happenings I was over in Tunbridge
Wells, and I got a glimpse of a man in the street. It was only a glimpse; but I
have a quick eye for these things, and I never doubted who it was. It was the
worst enemy I had among them all—one who has been after me like a hungry
wolf after a caribou all these years. I knew there was trouble coming, and I came
home and made ready for it. I guessed I'd fight through it all right on my own,
my luck was a proverb in the States about '76. I never doubted that it would be
with me still.
"I was on my guard all that next day, and never went out into the park. It's as
well, or he'd have had the drop on me with that buckshot gun of his before ever I
could draw on him. After the bridge was up—my mind was always more restful
when that bridge was up in the evenings—I put the thing clear out of my head. I
never dreamed of his getting into the house and waiting for me. But when I made
my round in my dressing gown, as was my habit, I had no sooner entered the
study than I scented danger. I guess when a man has had dangers in his life—and
I've had more than most in my time—there is a kind of sixth sense that waves the
red flag. I saw the signal clear enough, and yet I couldn't tell you why. Next
instant I spotted a boot under the window curtain, and then I saw why plain
enough.
"I'd just the one candle that was in my hand; but there was a good light from
the hall lamp through the open door. I put down the candle and jumped for a
hammer that I'd left on the mantel. At the same moment he sprang at me. I saw
the glint of a knife, and I lashed at him with the hammer. I got him somewhere;
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Context: and left a sinister impression in my mind.
I have said that a decoration of yew trees circled the garden. At the end
farthest from the house they thickened into a continuous hedge. On the other side
of this hedge, concealed from the eyes of anyone approaching from the direction
of the house, there was a stone seat. As I approached the spot I was aware of
voices, some remark in the deep tones of a man, answered by a little ripple of
feminine laughter.
An instant later I had come round the end of the hedge and my eyes lit upon
Mrs. Douglas and the man Barker before they were aware of my presence. Her
appearance gave me a shock. In the dining-room she had been demure and
discreet. Now all pretense of grief had passed away from her. Her eyes shone
with the joy of living, and her face still quivered with amusement at some
remark of her companion. He sat forward, his hands clasped and his forearms on
his knees, with an answering smile upon his bold, handsome face. In an instant
—but it was just one instant too late—they resumed their solemn masks as my
figure came into view. A hurried word or two passed between them, and then
Barker rose and came towards me.
"Excuse me, sir," said he, "but am I addressing Dr. Watson?"
I bowed with a coldness which showed, I dare say, very plainly the
impression which had been produced upon my mind.
"We thought that it was probably you, as your friendship with Mr. Sherlock
Holmes is so well known. Would you mind coming over and speaking to Mrs.
Douglas for one instant?"
I followed him with a dour face. Very clearly I could see in my mind's eye
that shattered figure on the floor. Here within a few hours of the tragedy were his
wife and his nearest friend laughing together behind a bush in the garden which
had been his. I greeted the lady with reserve. I had grieved with her grief in the
dining-room. Now I met her appealing gaze with an unresponsive eye.
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Context: would have nothing more to do with him, nor would he allow him to enter the
house. Ettie herself was too deeply in love to give him up altogether, and yet her
own good sense warned her of what would come from a marriage with a man
who was regarded as a criminal.
One morning after a sleepless night she determined to see him, possibly for
the last time, and make one strong endeavour to draw him from those evil
influences which were sucking him down. She went to his house, as he had often
begged her to do, and made her way into the room which he used as his sittingroom.
He was seated at a table, with his back turned and a letter in front of him.
A sudden spirit of girlish mischief came over her—she was still only nineteen.
He had not heard her when she pushed open the door. Now she tiptoed forward
and laid her hand lightly upon his bended shoulders.
If she had expected to startle him, she certainly succeeded; but only in turn to
be startled herself. With a tiger spring he turned on her, and his right hand was
feeling for her throat. At the same instant with the other hand he crumpled up the
paper that lay before him. For an instant he stood glaring. Then astonishment
and joy took the place of the ferocity which had convulsed his features—a
ferocity which had sent her shrinking back in horror as from something which
had never before intruded into her gentle life.
"It's you!" said he, mopping his brow. "And to think that you should come to
me, heart of my heart, and I should find nothing better to do than to want to
strangle you! Come then, darling," and he held out his arms, "let me make it up
to you."
But she had not recovered from that sudden glimpse of guilty fear which she
had read in the man's face. All her woman's instinct told her that it was not the
mere fright of a man who is startled. Guilt—that was it—guilt and fear!
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Context: telegrams, which they were carefully sorting and docketing. Three had been
placed on one side.
"Still on the track of the elusive bicyclist?" Holmes asked cheerfully. "What
is the latest news of the ruffian?"
MacDonald pointed ruefully to his heap of correspondence.
"He is at present reported from Leicester, Nottingham, Southampton, Derby,
East Ham, Richmond, and fourteen other places. In three of them—East Ham,
Leicester, and Liverpool—there is a clear case against him, and he has actually
been arrested. The country seems to be full of the fugitives with yellow coats."
"Dear me!" said Holmes sympathetically. "Now, Mr. Mac and you, Mr. White
Mason, I wish to give you a very earnest piece of advice. When I went into this
case with you I bargained, as you will no doubt remember, that I should not
present you with half-proved theories, but that I should retain and work out my
own ideas until I had satisfied myself that they were correct. For this reason I am
not at the present moment telling you all that is in my mind. On the other hand, I
said that I would play the game fairly by you, and I do not think it is a fair game
to allow you for one unnecessary moment to waste your energies upon a
profitless task. Therefore I am here to advise you this morning, and my advice to
you is summed up in three words—abandon the case."
MacDonald and White Mason stared in amazement at their celebrated
colleague.
"You consider it hopeless!" cried the inspector.
"I consider your case to be hopeless. I do not consider that it is hopeless to
arrive at the truth."
"But this cyclist. He is not an invention. We have his description, his valise,
his bicycle. The fellow must be somewhere. Why should we not get him?"
"Yes, yes, no doubt he is somewhere, and no doubt we shall get him; but I
would not have you waste your energies in East Ham or Liverpool. I am sure
that we can find some shorter cut to a result."
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Context: criminals, when I never know the day that I may hear you are in court for
murder? 'McMurdo the Scowrer,' that's what one of our boarders called you
yesterday. It went through my heart like a knife."
"Sure, hard words break no bones."
"But they were true."
"Well, dear, it's not so bad as you think. We are but poor men that are trying
in our own way to get our rights."
Ettie threw her arms round her lover's neck. "Give it up, Jack! For my sake,
for God's sake, give it up! It was to ask you that I came here to-day. Oh, Jack,
see—I beg it of you on my bended knees! Kneeling here before you I implore
you to give it up!"
He raised her and soothed her with her head against his breast.
"Sure, my darlin', you don't know what it is you are asking. How could I give
it up when it would be to break my oath and to desert my comrades? If you
could see how things stand with me you could never ask it of me. Besides, if I
wanted to, how could I do it? You don't suppose that the lodge would let a man
go free with all its secrets?"
"I've thought of that, Jack. I've planned it all. Father has saved some money.
He is weary of this place where the fear of these people darkens our lives. He is
ready to go. We would fly together to Philadelphia or New York, where we
would be safe from them."
McMurdo laughed. "The lodge has a long arm. Do you think it could not
stretch from here to Philadelphia or New York?"
"Well, then, to the West, or to England, or to Germany, where father came
from—anywhere to get away from this Valley of Fear!"
McMurdo thought of old Brother Morris. "Sure, it is the second time I have
heard the valley so named," said he. "The shadow does indeed seem to lie heavy
on some of you."
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Context: crowd. He neither rode nor shot, but spent his days in wandering round the old
village with his pipe in his mouth, or in driving with his host, or in his absence
with his hostess, over the beautiful countryside. "An easy-going, free-handed
gentleman," said Ames, the butler. "But, my word! I had rather not be the man
that crossed him!" He was cordial and intimate with Douglas, and he was no less
friendly with his wife—a friendship which more than once seemed to cause
some irritation to the husband, so that even the servants were able to perceive his
annoyance. Such was the third person who was one of the family when the
catastrophe occurred.
As to the other denizens of the old building, it will suffice out of a large
household to mention the prim, respectable, and capable Ames, and Mrs. Allen,
a buxom and cheerful person, who relieved the lady of some of her household
cares. The other six servants in the house bear no relation to the events of the
night of January 6th.
It was at eleven forty-five that the first alarm reached the small local police
station, in charge of Sergeant Wilson of the Sussex Constabulary. Cecil Barker,
much excited, had rushed up to the door and pealed furiously upon the bell. A
terrible tragedy had occurred at the Manor House, and John Douglas had been
murdered. That was the breathless burden of his message. He had hurried back
to the house, followed within a few minutes by the police sergeant, who arrived
at the scene of the crime a little after twelve o'clock, after taking prompt steps to
warn the county authorities that something serious was afoot.
On reaching the Manor House, the sergeant had found the drawbridge down,
the windows lighted up, and the whole household in a state of wild confusion
and alarm. The white-faced servants were huddling together in the hall, with the
frightened butler wringing his hands in the doorway. Only Cecil Barker seemed
to be master of himself and his emotions; he had opened the door which was
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Context: notebook.
"He's the chief foreman of the Iron Dike Company. He's a hard citizen, an old
colour sergeant of the war, all scars and grizzle. We've had two tries at him; but
had no luck, and Jim Carnaway lost his life over it. Now it's for you to take it
over. That's the house—all alone at the Iron Dike crossroad, same as you see
here on the map—without another within earshot. It's no good by day. He's
armed and shoots quick and straight, with no questions asked. But at night—
well, there he is with his wife, three children, and a hired help. You can't pick or
choose. It's all or none. If you could get a bag of blasting powder at the front
door with a slow match to it—"
"What's the man done?"
"Didn't I tell you he shot Jim Carnaway?"
"Why did he shoot him?"
"What in thunder has that to do with you? Carnaway was about his house at
night, and he shot him. That's enough for me and you. You've got to settle the
thing right."
"There's these two women and the children. Do they go up too?"
"They have to—else how can we get him?"
"It seems hard on them; for they've done nothing."
"What sort of fool's talk is this? Do you back out?"
"Easy, Councillor, easy! What have I ever said or done that you should think I
would be after standing back from an order of the Bodymaster of my own lodge?
If it's right or if it's wrong, it's for you to decide."
"You'll do it, then?"
"Of course I will do it."
"When?"
"Well, you had best give me a night or two that I may see the house and make
my plans. Then—"
"Very good," said McGinty, shaking him by the hand. "I leave it with you. It
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Context: chair.
"Well, well, spend the day as you like," said Holmes, patting him cheerfully
upon the shoulder. "Do what you like and go where you will, but meet me here
before dusk without fail—without fail, Mr. Mac."
"That sounds more like sanity."
"All of it was excellent advice; but I don't insist, so long as you are here when
I need you. But now, before we part, I want you to write a note to Mr. Barker."
"Well?"
"I'll dictate it, if you like. Ready?
"Dear Sir:
"It has struck me that it is our duty to drain the moat, in
the hope that we may find some—"
"It's impossible," said the inspector. "I've made inquiry."
"Tut, tut! My dear sir, please do what I ask you."
"Well, go on."
"—in the hope that we may find something which may bear
upon our investigation. I have made arrangements, and the
workmen will be at work early to-morrow morning diverting
the stream—"
"Impossible!"
"—diverting the stream; so I thought it best to explain
matters beforehand.
"Now sign that, and send it by hand about four o'clock. At that hour we shall
meet again in this room. Until then we may each do what we like; for I can
assure you that this inquiry has come to a definite pause."
Evening was drawing in when we reassembled. Holmes was very serious in
his manner, myself curious, and the detectives obviously critical and annoyed.
"Well, gentlemen," said my friend gravely, "I am asking you now to put
everything to the test with me, and you will judge for yourselves whether the
observations I have made justify the conclusions to which I have come. It is a
chill evening, and I do not know how long our expedition may last; so I beg that
you will wear your warmest coats. It is of the first importance that we should be
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Context: We all had good reason to join in the aspiration; for our vigil was a long and
bitter one. Slowly the shadows darkened over the long, sombre face of the old
house. A cold, damp reek from the moat chilled us to the bones and set our teeth
chattering. There was a single lamp over the gateway and a steady globe of light
in the fatal study. Everything else was dark and still.
"How long is this to last?" asked the inspector finally. "And what is it we are
watching for?"
"I have no more notion than you how long it is to last," Holmes answered
with some asperity. "If criminals would always schedule their movements like
railway trains, it would certainly be more convenient for all of us. As to what it
is we—Well, that's what we are watching for!"
As he spoke the bright, yellow light in the study was obscured by somebody
passing to and fro before it. The laurels among which we lay were immediately
opposite the window and not more than a hundred feet from it. Presently it was
thrown open with a whining of hinges, and we could dimly see the dark outline
of a man's head and shoulders looking out into the gloom. For some minutes he
peered forth in furtive, stealthy fashion, as one who wishes to be assured that he
is unobserved. Then he leaned forward, and in the intense silence we were aware
of the soft lapping of agitated water. He seemed to be stirring up the moat with
something which he held in his hand. Then suddenly he hauled something in as a
fisherman lands a fish—some large, round object which obscured the light as it
was dragged through the open casement.
"Now!" cried Holmes. "Now!"
We were all upon our feet, staggering after him with our stiffened limbs,
while he ran swiftly across the bridge and rang violently at the bell. There was
the rasping of bolts from the other side, and the amazed Ames stood in the
entrance. Holmes brushed him aside without a word and, followed by all of us,
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Context: fashion?"
"Exactly. Of course I have other reasons for thinking so—dozens of exiguous
threads which lead vaguely up towards the centre of the web where the
poisonous, motionless creature is lurking. I only mention the Greuze because it
brings the matter within the range of your own observation."
"Well, Mr. Holmes, I admit that what you say is interesting: it's more than
interesting—it's just wonderful. But let us have it a little clearer if you can. Is it
forgery, coining, burglary—where does the money come from?"
"Have you ever read of Jonathan Wild?"
"Well, the name has a familiar sound. Someone in a novel, was he not? I don't
take much stock of detectives in novels—chaps that do things and never let you
see how they do them. That's just inspiration: not business."
"Jonathan Wild wasn't a detective, and he wasn't in a novel. He was a master
criminal, and he lived last century—1750 or thereabouts."
"Then he's no use to me. I'm a practical man."
"Mr. Mac, the most practical thing that you ever did in your life would be to
shut yourself up for three months and read twelve hours a day at the annals of
crime. Everything comes in circles—even Professor Moriarty. Jonathan Wild
was the hidden force of the London criminals, to whom he sold his brains and
his organization on a fifteen per cent commission. The old wheel turns, and the
same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again. I'll tell you
one or two things about Moriarty which may interest you."
"You'll interest me, right enough."
"I happen to know who is the first link in his chain—a chain with this
Napoleon-gone-wrong at one end, and a hundred broken fighting men,
pickpockets, blackmailers, and card sharpers at the other, with every sort of
crime in between. His chief of staff is Colonel Sebastian Moran, as aloof and
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Context: The two detectives shook their heads.
"Well, Mr. Holmes, if this is true, we only tumble out of one mystery into
another," said the London inspector.
"And in some ways a worse one," added White Mason. "The lady has never
been in America in all her life. What possible connection could she have with an
American assassin which would cause her to shelter him?"
"I freely admit the difficulties," said Holmes. "I propose to make a little
investigation of my own to-night, and it is just possible that it may contribute
something to the common cause."
"Can we help you, Mr. Holmes?"
"No, no! Darkness and Dr. Watson's umbrella—my wants are simple. And
Ames, the faithful Ames, no doubt he will stretch a point for me. All my lines of
thought lead me back invariably to the one basic question—why should an
athletic man develop his frame upon so unnatural an instrument as a single
dumb-bell?"
It was late that night when Holmes returned from his solitary excursion. We
slept in a double-bedded room, which was the best that the little country inn
could do for us. I was already asleep when I was partly awakened by his
entrance.
"Well, Holmes," I murmured, "have you found anything out?"
He stood beside me in silence, his candle in his hand. Then the tall, lean
figure inclined towards me. "I say, Watson," he whispered, "would you be afraid
to sleep in the same room with a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an
idiot whose mind has lost its grip?"
"Not in the least," I answered in astonishment.
"Ah, that's lucky," he said, and not another word would he utter that night.
Chapter 7
The Solution
Next morning, after breakfast, we found Inspector MacDonald and White
Mason seated in close consultation in the small parlour of the local police
sergeant. On the table in front of them were piled a number of letters and
telegrams, which they were carefully sorting and docketing. Three had been
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Context: 534, column two, a substantial block of print dealing, I perceive, with the trade
and resources of British India. Jot down the words, Watson! Number thirteen is
'Mahratta.' Not, I fear, a very auspicious beginning. Number one hundred and
twenty-seven is 'Government'; which at least makes sense, though somewhat
irrelevant to ourselves and Professor Moriarty. Now let us try again. What does
the Mahratta government do? Alas! the next word is 'pig's-bristles.' We are
undone, my good Watson! It is finished!"
He had spoken in jesting vein, but the twitching of his bushy eyebrows
bespoke his disappointment and irritation. I sat helpless and unhappy, staring
into the fire. A long silence was broken by a sudden exclamation from Holmes,
who dashed at a cupboard, from which he emerged with a second yellowcovered
volume in his hand.
"We pay the price, Watson, for being too up-to-date!" he cried. "We are
before our time, and suffer the usual penalties. Being the seventh of January, we
have very properly laid in the new almanac. It is more than likely that Porlock
took his message from the old one. No doubt he would have told us so had his
letter of explanation been written. Now let us see what page 534 has in store for
us. Number thirteen is 'There,' which is much more promising. Number one
hundred and twenty-seven is 'is'—'There is'"—Holmes's eyes were gleaming
with excitement, and his thin, nervous fingers twitched as he counted the words
—"'danger.' Ha! Ha! Capital! Put that down, Watson. 'There is danger—may—
come—very—soon—one.' Then we have the name 'Douglas'— 'rich—country—
now—at—Birlstone—House—Birlstone—confidence—is— pressing.' There,
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Context: statement.
"A lie, Watson—a great, big, thumping, obtrusive, uncompromising lie—
that's what meets us on the threshold! There is our starting point. The whole
story told by Barker is a lie. But Barker's story is corroborated by Mrs. Douglas.
Therefore she is lying also. They are both lying, and in a conspiracy. So now we
have the clear problem. Why are they lying, and what is the truth which they are
trying so hard to conceal? Let us try, Watson, you and I, if we can get behind the
lie and reconstruct the truth.
"How do I know that they are lying? Because it is a clumsy fabrication which
simply could not be true. Consider! According to the story given to us, the
assassin had less than a minute after the murder had been committed to take that
ring, which was under another ring, from the dead man's finger, to replace the
other ring—a thing which he would surely never have done—and to put that
singular card beside his victim. I say that this was obviously impossible.
"You may argue—but I have too much respect for your judgment, Watson, to
think that you will do so—that the ring may have been taken before the man was
killed. The fact that the candle had been lit only a short time shows that there
had been no lengthy interview. Was Douglas, from what we hear of his fearless
character, a man who would be likely to give up his wedding ring at such short
notice, or could we conceive of his giving it up at all? No, no, Watson, the
assassin was alone with the dead man for some time with the lamp lit. Of that I
have no doubt at all.
"But the gunshot was apparently the cause of death. Therefore the shot must
have been fired some time earlier than we are told. But there could be no mistake
about such a matter as that. We are in the presence, therefore, of a deliberate
conspiracy upon the part of the two people who heard the gunshot—of the man
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Context: rooms on Baker Street, where this, like so many other wonderful happenings,
will find its end.
PART 2
The Scowrers
Chapter 1
The Man
It was the fourth of February in the year 1875. It had been a severe winter,
and the snow lay deep in the gorges of the Gilmerton Mountains. The steam
ploughs had, however, kept the railroad open, and the evening train which
connects the long line of coal-mining and iron-working settlements was slowly
groaning its way up the steep gradients which lead from Stagville on the plain to
Vermissa, the central township which lies at the head of Vermissa Valley. From
this point the track sweeps downward to Bartons Crossing, Helmdale, and the
purely agricultural county of Merton. It was a single-track railroad; but at every
siding—and they were numerous—long lines of trucks piled with coal and iron
ore told of the hidden wealth which had brought a rude population and a bustling
life to this most desolate corner of the United States of America.
For desolate it was! Little could the first pioneer who had traversed it have
ever imagined that the fairest prairies and the most lush water pastures were
valueless compared to this gloomy land of black crag and tangled forest. Above
the dark and often scarcely penetrable woods upon their flanks, the high, bare
crowns of the mountains, white snow, and jagged rock towered upon each flank,
leaving a long, winding, tortuous valley in the centre. Up this the little train was
slowly crawling.
The oil lamps had just been lit in the leading passenger car, a long, bare
carriage in which some twenty or thirty people were seated. The greater number
of these were workmen returning from their day's toil in the lower part of the
valley. At least a dozen, by their grimed faces and the safety lanterns which they
carried, proclaimed themselves miners. These sat smoking in a group and
conversed in low voices, glancing occasionally at two men on the opposite side
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Context: that we can find some shorter cut to a result."
"You are holding something back. It's hardly fair of you, Mr. Holmes." The
inspector was annoyed.
"You know my methods of work, Mr. Mac. But I will hold it back for the
shortest time possible. I only wish to verify my details in one way, which can
very readily be done, and then I make my bow and return to London, leaving my
results entirely at your service. I owe you too much to act otherwise; for in all
my experience I cannot recall any more singular and interesting study."
"This is clean beyond me, Mr. Holmes. We saw you when we returned from
Tunbridge Wells last night, and you were in general agreement with our results.
What has happened since then to give you a completely new idea of the case?"
"Well, since you ask me, I spent, as I told you that I would, some hours last
night at the Manor House."
"Well, what happened?"
"Ah, I can only give you a very general answer to that for the moment. By the
way, I have been reading a short but clear and interesting account of the old
building, purchasable at the modest sum of one penny from the local
tobacconist."
Here Holmes drew a small tract, embellished with a rude engraving of the
ancient Manor House, from his waistcoat pocket.
"It immensely adds to the zest of an investigation, my dear Mr. Mac, when
one is in conscious sympathy with the historical atmosphere of one's
surroundings. Don't look so impatient; for I assure you that even so bald an
account as this raises some sort of picture of the past in one's mind. Permit me to
give you a sample. 'Erected in the fifth year of the reign of James I, and standing
upon the site of a much older building, the Manor House of Birlstone presents
one of the finest surviving examples of the moated Jacobean residence—'"
"You are making fools of us, Mr. Holmes!"
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Context: room. He puts down the candle. A man appears from behind the curtain. He is
armed with this gun. He demands the wedding ring—Heaven only knows why,
but so it must have been. Mr. Douglas gave it up. Then either in cold blood or in
the course of a struggle—Douglas may have gripped the hammer that was found
upon the mat—he shot Douglas in this horrible way. He dropped his gun and
also it would seem this queer card—V. V. 341, whatever that may mean—and he
made his escape through the window and across the moat at the very moment
when Cecil Barker was discovering the crime. How's that, Mr. Holmes?"
"Very interesting, but just a little unconvincing."
"Man, it would be absolute nonsense if it wasn't that anything else is even
worse!" cried MacDonald. "Somebody killed the man, and whoever it was I
could clearly prove to you that he should have done it some other way. What
does he mean by allowing his retreat to be cut off like that? What does he mean
by using a shotgun when silence was his one chance of escape? Come, Mr.
Holmes, it's up to you to give us a lead, since you say Mr. White Mason's theory
is unconvincing."
Holmes had sat intently observant during this long discussion, missing no
word that was said, with his keen eyes darting to right and to left, and his
forehead wrinkled with speculation.
"I should like a few more facts before I get so far as a theory, Mr. Mac," said
he, kneeling down beside the body. "Dear me! these injuries are really appalling.
Can we have the butler in for a moment? . . . Ames, I understand that you have
often seen this very unusual mark—a branded triangle inside a circle—upon Mr.
Douglas's forearm?"
"Frequently, sir."
"You never heard any speculation as to what it meant?"
"No, sir."
"It must have caused great pain when it was inflicted. It is undoubtedly a
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Context: He will show them when to act and where. Yours in freedom,
"J. W. WINDLE D. M. A. O. F.
"Windle has never refused us when we have had occasion to ask for the loan
of a man or two, and it is not for us to refuse him." McGinty paused and looked
round the room with his dull, malevolent eyes. "Who will volunteer for the job?"
Several young fellows held up their hands. The Bodymaster looked at them
with an approving smile.
"You'll do, Tiger Cormac. If you handle it as well as you did the last, you
won't be wrong. And you, Wilson."
"I've no pistol," said the volunteer, a mere boy in his teens.
"It's your first, is it not? Well, you have to be blooded some time. It will be a
great start for you. As to the pistol, you'll find it waiting for you, or I'm
mistaken. If you report yourselves on Monday, it will be time enough. You'll get
a great welcome when you return."
"Any reward this time?" asked Cormac, a thick-set, dark-faced, brutallooking
young man, whose ferocity had earned him the nickname of "Tiger."
"Never mind the reward. You just do it for the honour of the thing. Maybe
when it is done there will be a few odd dollars at the bottom of the box."
"What has the man done?" asked young Wilson.
"Sure, it's not for the likes of you to ask what the man has done. He has been
judged over there. That's no business of ours. All we have to do is to carry it out
for them, same as they would for us. Speaking of that, two brothers from the
Merton lodge are coming over to us next week to do some business in this
quarter."
"Who are they?" asked someone.
"Faith, it is wiser not to ask. If you know nothing, you can testify nothing,
and no trouble can come of it. But they are men who will make a clean job when
they are about it."
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Context: case was undoubtedly one of murder, but that no arrest had been made, and that
the case was one which presented some very perplexing and extraordinary
features. That's absolutely all we have at present, Mr. Holmes."
"Then, with your permission, we will leave it at that, Mr. Mac. The
temptation to form premature theories upon insufficient data is the bane of our
profession. I can see only two things for certain at present—a great brain in
London, and a dead man in Sussex. It's the chain between that we are going to
trace."
Chapter 3
The Tragedy of Birlstone
Now for a moment I will ask leave to remove my own insignificant
personality and to describe events which occurred before we arrived upon the
scene by the light of knowledge which came to us afterwards. Only in this way
can I make the reader appreciate the people concerned and the strange setting in
which their fate was cast.
The village of Birlstone is a small and very ancient cluster of half-timbered
cottages on the northern border of the county of Sussex. For centuries it had
remained unchanged; but within the last few years its picturesque appearance
and situation have attracted a number of well-to-do residents, whose villas peep
out from the woods around. These woods are locally supposed to be the extreme
fringe of the great Weald forest, which thins away until it reaches the northern
chalk downs. A number of small shops have come into being to meet the wants
of the increased population; so there seems some prospect that Birlstone may
soon grow from an ancient village into a modern town. It is the centre for a
considerable area of country, since Tunbridge Wells, the nearest place of
importance, is ten or twelve miles to the eastward, over the borders of Kent.
About half a mile from the town, standing in an old park famous for its huge
beech trees, is the ancient Manor House of Birlstone. Part of this venerable
building dates back to the time of the first crusade, when Hugo de Capus built a
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Context: them from under the peaks of police caps. McMurdo sprang to his feet and half
drew his revolver; but his arm stopped midway as he became conscious that two
Winchester rifles were levelled at his head. A man in uniform advanced into the
room, a six-shooter in his hand. It was Captain Marvin, once of Chicago, and
now of the Mine Constabulary. He shook his head with a half-smile at
McMurdo.
"I thought you'd be getting into trouble, Mr. Crooked McMurdo of Chicago,"
said he. "Can't keep out of it, can you? Take your hat and come along with us."
"I guess you'll pay for this, Captain Marvin," said McGinty. "Who are you, I'd
like to know, to break into a house in this fashion and molest honest, law-abiding
men?"
"You're standing out in this deal, Councillor McGinty," said the police
captain. "We are not out after you, but after this man McMurdo. It is for you to
help, not to hinder us in our duty."
"He is a friend of mine, and I'll answer for his conduct," said the Boss.
"By all accounts, Mr. McGinty, you may have to answer for your own
conduct some of these days," the captain answered. "This man McMurdo was a
crook before ever he came here, and he's a crook still. Cover him, Patrolman,
while I disarm him."
"There's my pistol," said McMurdo coolly. "Maybe, Captain Marvin, if you
and I were alone and face to face you would not take me so easily."
"Where's your warrant?" asked McGinty. "By Gar! a man might as well live
in Russia as in Vermissa while folk like you are running the police. It's a
capitalist outrage, and you'll hear more of it, I reckon."
"You do what you think is your duty the best way you can, Councillor. We'll
look after ours."
"What am I accused of?" asked McMurdo.
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Context: revolver. Then he surveyed the room in which the detective was to be trapped. It
was a large apartment, with a long deal table in the centre, and the big stove at
one side. At each of the other sides were windows. There were no shutters on
these: only light curtains which drew across. McMurdo examined these
attentively. No doubt it must have struck him that the apartment was very
exposed for so secret a meeting. Yet its distance from the road made it of less
consequence. Finally he discussed the matter with his fellow lodger. Scanlan,
though a Scowrer, was an inoffensive little man who was too weak to stand
against the opinion of his comrades, but was secretly horrified by the deeds of
blood at which he had sometimes been forced to assist. McMurdo told him
shortly what was intended.
"And if I were you, Mike Scanlan, I would take a night off and keep clear of
it. There will be bloody work here before morning."
"Well, indeed then, Mac," Scanlan answered. "It's not the will but the nerve
that is wanting in me. When I saw Manager Dunn go down at the colliery yonder
it was just more than I could stand. I'm not made for it, same as you or McGinty.
If the lodge will think none the worse of me, I'll just do as you advise and leave
you to yourselves for the evening."
The men came in good time as arranged. They were outwardly respectable
citizens, well clad and cleanly; but a judge of faces would have read little hope
for Birdy Edwards in those hard mouths and remorseless eyes. There was not a
man in the room whose hands had not been reddened a dozen times before. They
were as hardened to human murder as a butcher to sheep.
Foremost, of course, both in appearance and in guilt, was the formidable
Boss. Harraway, the secretary, was a lean, bitter man with a long, scraggy neck
and nervous, jerky limbs, a man of incorruptible fidelity where the finances of
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Context: "A widower."
"Have you ever heard where his first wife came from?"
"No, I remember his saying that she was of German extraction, and I have
seen her portrait. She was a very beautiful woman. She died of typhoid the year
before I met him."
"You don't associate his past with any particular part of America?"
"I have heard him talk of Chicago. He knew that city well and had worked
there. I have heard him talk of the coal and iron districts. He had travelled a good
deal in his time."
"Was he a politician? Had this secret society to do with politics?"
"No, he cared nothing about politics."
"You have no reason to think it was criminal?"
"On the contrary, I never met a straighter man in my life."
"Was there anything curious about his life in California?"
"He liked best to stay and to work at our claim in the mountains. He would
never go where other men were if he could help it. That's why I first thought that
someone was after him. Then when he left so suddenly for Europe I made sure
that it was so. I believe that he had a warning of some sort. Within a week of his
leaving half a dozen men were inquiring for him."
"What sort of men?"
"Well, they were a mighty hard-looking crowd. They came up to the claim
and wanted to know where he was. I told them that he was gone to Europe and
that I did not know where to find him. They meant him no good—it was easy to
see that."
"Were these men Americans—Californians?"
"Well, I don't know about Californians. They were Americans, all right. But
they were not miners. I don't know what they were, and was very glad to see
their backs."
"That was six years ago?"
"Nearer seven."
"And then you were together five years in California, so that this business
dates back not less than eleven years at the least?"
"That is so."
"It must be a very serious feud that would be kept up with such earnestness
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26 BIRLSTONE 9 47 171
"What do you make of it, Holmes?"
"It is obviously an attempt to convey secret information."
"But what is the use of a cipher message without the cipher?"
"In this instance, none at all."
"Why do you say 'in this instance'?"
"Because there are many ciphers which I would read as easily as I do the
apocrypha of the agony column: such crude devices amuse the intelligence
without fatiguing it. But this is different. It is clearly a reference to the words in
a page of some book. Until I am told which page and which book I am
powerless."
"But why 'Douglas' and 'Birlstone'?"
"Clearly because those are words which were not contained in the page in
question."
"Then why has he not indicated the book?"
"Your native shrewdness, my dear Watson, that innate cunning which is the
delight of your friends, would surely prevent you from inclosing cipher and
message in the same envelope. Should it miscarry, you are undone. As it is, both
have to go wrong before any harm comes from it. Our second post is now
overdue, and I shall be surprised if it does not bring us either a further letter of
explanation, or, as is more probable, the very volume to which these figures
refer."
Holmes's calculation was fulfilled within a very few minutes by the
appearance of Billy, the page, with the very letter which we were expecting.
"The same writing," remarked Holmes, as he opened the envelope, "and
actually signed," he added in an exultant voice as he unfolded the epistle.
"Come, we are getting on, Watson." His brow clouded, however, as he glanced
over the contents.
"Dear me, this is very disappointing! I fear, Watson, that all our expectations
come to nothing. I trust that the man Porlock will come to no harm.
"DEAR MR. HOLMES [he says]:
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The trial of the Scowrers was held far from the place where their adherents
might have terrified the guardians of the law. In vain they struggled. In vain the
money of the lodge—money squeezed by blackmail out of the whole
countryside—was spent like water in the attempt to save them. That cold, clear,
unimpassioned statement from one who knew every detail of their lives, their
organization, and their crimes was unshaken by all the wiles of their defenders.
At last after so many years they were broken and scattered. The cloud was lifted
forever from the valley.
McGinty met his fate upon the scaffold, cringing and whining when the last
hour came. Eight of his chief followers shared his fate. Fifty-odd had various
degrees of imprisonment. The work of Birdy Edwards was complete.
And yet, as he had guessed, the game was not over yet. There was another
hand to be played, and yet another and another. Ted Baldwin, for one, had
escaped the scaffold; so had the Willabys; so had several others of the fiercest
spirits of the gang. For ten years they were out of the world, and then came a day
when they were free once more—a day which Edwards, who knew his men, was
very sure would be an end of his life of peace. They had sworn an oath on all
that they thought holy to have his blood as a vengeance for their comrades. And
well they strove to keep their vow!
From Chicago he was chased, after two attempts so near success that it was
sure that the third would get him. From Chicago he went under a changed name
to California, and it was there that the light went for a time out of his life when
Ettie Edwards died. Once again he was nearly killed, and once again under the
name of Douglas he worked in a lonely canyon, where with an English partner
named Barker he amassed a fortune. At last there came a warning to him that the
bloodhounds were on his track once more, and he cleared—only just in time—
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Context: Below it stated that a guard of police, armed with Winchester rifles, had been
requisitioned for the defense of the office.
McMurdo had laid down the paper, and was lighting his pipe with a hand
which was shaky from the excesses of the previous evening, when there was a
knock outside, and his landlady brought to him a note which had just been
handed in by a lad. It was unsigned, and ran thus:
I should wish to speak to you, but would rather not do so in your house. You will find
me beside the flagstaff upon Miller Hill. If you will come there now, I have something
which it is important for you to hear and for me to say.
McMurdo read the note twice with the utmost surprise; for he could not
imagine what it meant or who was the author of it. Had it been in a feminine
hand, he might have imagined that it was the beginning of one of those
adventures which had been familiar enough in his past life. But it was the
writing of a man, and of a well educated one, too. Finally, after some hesitation,
he determined to see the matter through.
Miller Hill is an ill-kept public park in the very centre of the town. In summer
it is a favourite resort of the people; but in winter it is desolate enough. From the
top of it one has a view not only of the whole straggling, grimy town, but of the
winding valley beneath, with its scattered mines and factories blackening the
snow on each side of it, and of the wooded and white-capped ranges flanking it.
McMurdo strolled up the winding path hedged in with evergreens until he
reached the deserted restaurant which forms the centre of summer gaiety. Beside
it was a bare flagstaff, and underneath it a man, his hat drawn down and the
collar of his overcoat turned up. When he turned his face McMurdo saw that it
was Brother Morris, he who had incurred the anger of the Bodymaster the night
before. The lodge sign was given and exchanged as they met.
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Context: strength and activity of youth. He was cheery and genial to all, but somewhat
offhand in his manners, giving the impression that he had seen life in social
strata on some far lower horizon than the county society of Sussex.
Yet, though looked at with some curiosity and reserve by his more cultivated
neighbours, he soon acquired a great popularity among the villagers, subscribing
handsomely to all local objects, and attending their smoking concerts and other
functions, where, having a remarkably rich tenor voice, he was always ready to
oblige with an excellent song. He appeared to have plenty of money, which was
said to have been gained in the California gold fields, and it was clear from his
own talk and that of his wife that he had spent a part of his life in America.
The good impression which had been produced by his generosity and by his
democratic manners was increased by a reputation gained for utter indifference
to danger. Though a wretched rider, he turned out at every meet, and took the
most amazing falls in his determination to hold his own with the best. When the
vicarage caught fire he distinguished himself also by the fearlessness with which
he reentered the building to save property, after the local fire brigade had given it
up as impossible. Thus it came about that John Douglas of the Manor House had
within five years won himself quite a reputation in Birlstone.
His wife, too, was popular with those who had made her acquaintance;
though, after the English fashion, the callers upon a stranger who settled in the
county without introductions were few and far between. This mattered the less to
her, as she was retiring by disposition, and very much absorbed, to all
appearance, in her husband and her domestic duties. It was known that she was
an English lady who had met Mr. Douglas in London, he being at that time a
widower. She was a beautiful woman, tall, dark, and slender, some twenty years
younger than her husband, a disparity which seemed in no wise to mar the
contentment of their family life.
It was remarked sometimes, however, by those who knew them best, that the
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Context: "So one would imagine. Still, he has been justified of his wisdom up to date,
at any rate, since he has not been taken. But his description—what of that?"
MacDonald referred to his notebook. "Here we have it so far as they could
give it. They don't seem to have taken any very particular stock of him; but still
the porter, the clerk, and the chambermaid are all agreed that this about covers
the points. He was a man about five foot nine in height, fifty or so years of age,
his hair slightly grizzled, a grayish moustache, a curved nose, and a face which
all of them described as fierce and forbidding."
"Well, bar the expression, that might almost be a description of Douglas
himself," said Holmes. "He is just over fifty, with grizzled hair and moustache,
and about the same height. Did you get anything else?"
"He was dressed in a heavy gray suit with a reefer jacket, and he wore a short
yellow overcoat and a soft cap."
"What about the shotgun?"
"It is less than two feet long. It could very well have fitted into his valise. He
could have carried it inside his overcoat without difficulty."
"And how do you consider that all this bears upon the general case?"
"Well, Mr. Holmes," said MacDonald, "when we have got our man—and you
may be sure that I had his description on the wires within five minutes of hearing
it—we shall be better able to judge. But, even as it stands, we have surely gone a
long way. We know that an American calling himself Hargrave came to
Tunbridge Wells two days ago with bicycle and valise. In the latter was a sawedoff
shotgun; so he came with the deliberate purpose of crime. Yesterday morning
he set off for this place on his bicycle, with his gun concealed in his overcoat.
No one saw him arrive, so far as we can learn; but he need not pass through the
village to reach the park gates, and there are many cyclists upon the road.
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Context: Moriarty rules with a rod of iron over his people. His discipline is tremendous.
There is only one punishment in his code. It is death. Now we might suppose
that this murdered man—this Douglas whose approaching fate was known by
one of the arch-criminal's subordinates—had in some way betrayed the chief.
His punishment followed, and would be known to all—if only to put the fear of
death into them."
"Well, that is one suggestion, Mr. Holmes."
"The other is that it has been engineered by Moriarty in the ordinary course
of business. Was there any robbery?"
"I have not heard."
"If so, it would, of course, be against the first hypothesis and in favour of the
second. Moriarty may have been engaged to engineer it on a promise of part
spoils, or he may have been paid so much down to manage it. Either is possible.
But whichever it may be, or if it is some third combination, it is down at
Birlstone that we must seek the solution. I know our man too well to suppose
that he has left anything up here which may lead us to him."
"Then to Birlstone we must go!" cried MacDonald, jumping from his chair.
"My word! it's later than I thought. I can give you, gentlemen, five minutes for
preparation, and that is all."
"And ample for us both," said Holmes, as he sprang up and hastened to
change from his dressing gown to his coat. "While we are on our way, Mr. Mac,
I will ask you to be good enough to tell me all about it."
"All about it" proved to be disappointingly little, and yet there was enough to
assure us that the case before us might well be worthy of the expert's closest
attention. He brightened and rubbed his thin hands together as he listened to the
meagre but remarkable details. A long series of sterile weeks lay behind us, and
here at last there was a fitting object for those remarkable powers which, like all
special gifts, become irksome to their owner when they are not in use. That razor
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Context: It was a sight to see Cecil Barker's expressive face during this exposition of
the great detective. Anger, amazement, consternation, and indecision swept over
it in turn. Finally he took refuge in a somewhat acrid irony.
"You know such a lot, Mr. Holmes, perhaps you had better tell us some
more," he sneered.
"I have no doubt that I could tell you a great deal more, Mr. Barker; but it
would come with a better grace from you."
"Oh, you think so, do you? Well, all I can say is that if there's any secret here
it is not my secret, and I am not the man to give it away."
"Well, if you take that line, Mr. Barker," said the inspector quietly, "we must
just keep you in sight until we have the warrant and can hold you."
"You can do what you damn please about that," said Barker defiantly.
The proceedings seemed to have come to a definite end so far as he was
concerned; for one had only to look at that granite face to realize that no peine
forte et dure would ever force him to plead against his will. The deadlock was
broken, however, by a woman's voice. Mrs. Douglas had been standing listening
at the half opened door, and now she entered the room.
"You have done enough for now, Cecil," said she. "Whatever comes of it in
the future, you have done enough."
"Enough and more than enough," remarked Sherlock Holmes gravely. "I have
every sympathy with you, madam, and should strongly urge you to have some
confidence in the common sense of our jurisdiction and to take the police
voluntarily into your complete confidence. It may be that I am myself at fault for
not following up the hint which you conveyed to me through my friend, Dr.
Watson; but, at that time I had every reason to believe that you were directly
concerned in the crime. Now I am assured that this is not so. At the same time,
there is much that is unexplained, and I should strongly recommend that you ask
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Context: "I can conceive of no explanation."
"And yet there should be no combination of events for which the wit of man
cannot conceive an explanation. Simply as a mental exercise, without any
assertion that it is true, let me indicate a possible line of thought. It is, I admit,
mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?
"We will suppose that there was a guilty secret, a really shameful secret in the
life of this man Douglas. This leads to his murder by someone who is, we will
suppose, an avenger, someone from outside. This avenger, for some reason
which I confess I am still at a loss to explain, took the dead man's wedding ring.
The vendetta might conceivably date back to the man's first marriage, and the
ring be taken for some such reason.
"Before this avenger got away, Barker and the wife had reached the room.
The assassin convinced them that any attempt to arrest him would lead to the
publication of some hideous scandal. They were converted to this idea, and
preferred to let him go. For this purpose they probably lowered the bridge, which
can be done quite noiselessly, and then raised it again. He made his escape, and
for some reason thought that he could do so more safely on foot than on the
bicycle. He therefore left his machine where it would not be discovered until he
had got safely away. So far we are within the bounds of possibility, are we not?"
"Well, it is possible, no doubt," said I, with some reserve.
"We have to remember, Watson, that whatever occurred is certainly
something very extraordinary. Well, now, to continue our supposititious case, the
couple—not necessarily a guilty couple—realize after the murderer is gone that
they have placed themselves in a position in which it may be difficult for them to
prove that they did not themselves either do the deed or connive at it. They
rapidly and rather clumsily met the situation. The mark was put by Barker's
bloodstained slipper upon the window-sill to suggest how the fugitive got away.
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