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Doyle Arthur Conan Sir 1859 1930 The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Doyle Arthur Conan Sir 1859 1930 The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930
I.
"Seven!" I answered.
"Frequently."
"How often?"
"Not at all. The 'G' with the small 't' stands for
'Gesellschaft,' which is the German for
'Company.' It is a customary contraction like
our 'Co.' 'P,' of course, stands for 'Papier.' Now
for the 'Eg.' Let us glance at our Continental
Gazetteer." He took down a heavy brown
volume from his shelves. "Eglow,
Eglonitz--here we are, Egria. It is in a
German-speaking country--in Bohemia, not far
from Carlsbad. 'Remarkable as being the
scene of the death of Wallenstein, and for its
numerous glass-factories and paper-mills.' Ha,
ha, my boy, what do you make of that?" His
eyes sparkled, and he sent up a great blue
triumphant cloud from his cigarette.
"And I."
"None."
"None."
"Then I fail to follow your Majesty. If this
young person should produce her letters for
blackmailing or other purposes, how is she to
prove their authenticity?"
"Stolen."
"Imitated."
"My photograph."
"Bought."
"Stolen, then."
"Absolutely none."
"But how?"
"I am sure."
"And why?"
"Then, as to money?"
"Absolutely?"
"It was."
"Then, good-night, your Majesty, and I trust
that we shall soon have some good news for
you. And good-night, Watson," he added, as
the wheels of the royal brougham rolled down
the street. "If you will be good enough to call
to-morrow afternoon at three o'clock I should
like to chat this little matter over with you."
II.
"What is it?"
"Which are?"
"I am to be neutral?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Entirely."
"It is nothing very formidable," he said,
taking a long cigar- shaped roll from his
pocket. "It is an ordinary plumber's smoke-
rocket, fitted with a cap at either end to make
it self-lighting. Your task is confined to that.
When you raise your cry of fire, it will be taken
up by quite a number of people. You may then
walk to the end of the street, and I will rejoin
you in ten minutes. I hope that I have made
myself clear?"
"Precisely."
"Where, indeed?"
"It is most unlikely that she carries it about
with her. It is cabinet size. Too large for easy
concealment about a woman's dress. She
knows that the King is capable of having her
waylaid and searched. Two attempts of the sort
have already been made. We may take it,
then, that she does not carry it about with her."
"Where, then?"
"What then?"
III.
"Not yet."
"Married! When?"
"Yesterday."
"But to whom?"
"Never to return."
"This photograph!"
"'Never.'
"'Ten to two.'
"'Certainly,' I answered.
"To an end?"
IS
DISSOLVED.
October 9, 1890.
"'Yes.'
"Yes."
"Not him."
"What then?"
"Why serious?"
"Ah," said he, "I forgot that I had not seen you
for some weeks. It is a little souvenir from the
King of Bohemia in return for my assistance in
the case of the Irene Adler papers."
"No?"
"What office?"
"None."
"Of what?"
"If I tell her she will not believe me. You may
remember the old Persian saying, 'There is
danger for him who taketh the tiger cub, and
danger also for whoso snatches a delusion
from a woman.' There is as much sense in Hafiz
as in Horace, and as much knowledge of the
world."
ADVENTURE IV. THE BOSCOMBE VALLEY
MYSTERY
"How on earth--"
"My dear fellow, I know you well. I know the
military neatness which characterises you. You
shave every morning, and in this season you
shave by the sunlight; but since your shaving
is less and less complete as we get farther
back on the left side, until it becomes
positively slovenly as we get round the angle
of the jaw, it is surely very clear that that side
is less illuminated than the other. I could not
imagine a man of your habits looking at
himself in an equal light and being satisfied
with such a result. I only quote this as a trivial
example of observation and inference. Therein
lies my métier, and it is just possible that it
may be of some service in the investigation
which lies before us. There are one or two
minor points which were brought out in the
inquest, and which are worth considering."
"Witness: It was.
"The doctor?"
"Yes, certainly."
"Nothing."
"No, finished."
"Pray do so."
"ARAT," I read.
"BALLARAT."
"Quite so."
"I could see that the end had not been in his
mouth. Therefore he used a holder. The tip
had been cut off, not bitten off, but the cut was
not a clean one, so I deduced a blunt
pen-knife."
"What?"
"And help."
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Ah!"
"Entirely."
"I am armed."
"It is possible."
"Nothing?"
"Not a bite. I had no time to think of it."
"Well."
"Texas, I think."
"What then?"
"Yes?"
"Nearly eleven."
"An enemy?"
"Proceed, then."
"None."
"No bad?"
"No."
"Certainly, madam."
"Murdered?"
"On Monday."
"What!" he roared.
"One?"
"That is possible."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"It is possible."
"Never."
"Never."
"Yes."
"Certainly."
"Is he quiet?"
"Dirty?"
"Yes."
"No."
"Precisely."
"But you are joking. What can you gather
from this old battered felt?"
"Nothing."
"To eat it!" Our visitor half rose from his chair
in his excitement.
"Not particularly."
"Ah! yes, I see. But you see, sir, them's not our
geese."
"That's no good."
"Who by?"
"Well?"
"Yes, sir."
"Or rather, I fancy, of that goose. It was one
bird, I imagine in which you were
interested--white, with a black bar across the
tail."
"Here?"
"'Which dealer's?'
"What, then?"
"Perfectly so."
"'Never,' said I.
"Always."
"And why?"
"Yes, all."
"By no means."
My friend smiled.
"So it appears."
"Won't it ring?"
"Perhaps I have."
"Can I be of assistance?"
"Your presence might be invaluable."
"No."
"By no means."
"'Yes, I promise.'
"'Most admirably.'
"'Where to?'
"'Very good.'
"'Entirely.'
"Tired-looking or fresh?"
"Dr. Becher's."
"No, I am descending."
"Pray do so."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"And how?"
"'Ample.'
"'Certainly not.'
"'Stolen!' he cried.
"Yes."
"I see. You infer that she may have gone out
to tell her sweetheart, and that the two may
have planned the robbery."
"Yes, he did."
"Where to?"
"Deserted you?"
"To the man who loves art for its own sake,"
remarked Sherlock Holmes, tossing aside the
advertisement sheet of the Daily Telegraph, "it
is frequently in its least important and lowliest
manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to
be derived. It is pleasant to me to observe,
Watson, that you have so far grasped this truth
that in these little records of our cases which
you have been good enough to draw up, and, I
am bound to say, occasionally to embellish,
you have given prominence not so much to the
many causes célèbres and sensational trials in
which I have figured but rather to those
incidents which may have been trivial in
themselves, but which have given room for
those faculties of deduction and of logical
synthesis which I have made my special
province."
"Not I."
"'That will do,' said he; 'I could not ask for
anything better. Capital! capital!' He seemed
quite enthusiastic and rubbed his hands
together in the most genial fashion. He was
such a comfortable-looking man that it was
quite a pleasure to look at him.
"'Yes, sir.'
"'As governess?'
"'Yes, sir.'
"'And what salary do you ask?'
"Yes."
"I trust that we are not too late," said he. "I
think, Miss Hunter, that we had better go in
without you. Now, Watson, put your shoulder
to it, and we shall see whether we cannot make
our way in."
"But how?"
"He has come back and done it. I tell you that
he is a clever and dangerous man. I should not
be very much surprised if this were he whose
step I hear now upon the stair. I think, Watson,
that it would be as well for you to have your
pistol ready."