9The Blue Carbuncle Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

This is an abridged version of The Blue Carbuncle' by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

I had called upon my friend Sherlock Holmes on the second morning after Christmas, with
the intention of wishing him compliments of the season. He was lounging upon the sofa in
a purple dressing gown. Beside the sofa was a wooden chair and on the angle of the back
hung a very seedy and disreputable hard-felt hat, much the worse for wear and cracked in
several places. A lens and a pair of forceps lying upon the seat of the chair suggested that
the hat had been suspended in this manner for the purpose of examination.

You are engaged" said I. "perhaps I interrupted you"

"Not at all. I am glad to have a friend with whom I can discuss my results. The matter is
a perfectly trivial one. The facts are these: at about four o'clock on Christmas morning.
Peterson, the commissionaire, was returning home from Tottenham Court Road. In front
of him he saw a tallish man walking with a slight stagger and carrying a white goose siung9
over his shoulder. As he reached the corner of Goodge Street, a row broke out between
this stranger and a little knot of roughs. Peterson rushed forward to protect the stranger
from his assallants; but the man, seeing an ofticial in uniform, dropped his goose, took to
his heels and vanished amid the labyrinth of small streets. The roughs also fled, so Peterson
was left in possession of this battered hat and a most unímpeachable Christmas
goose.
"Which surely he restored to their owner?
"My dear felow, there lies the problem. It is true that 'For Mrs Henry Baker was printed upon
a small card which was tied to the bird's left leg, and it is also true that the initials 'H. B. are
legible upon the lining of this hat, but there are some hundreds of Heny Bakers in this city

ours.
"What, then, did Peterson do?"
"He brought both the hat and goose to me on Christmas morning, and took the goose back,
while I retained the hat of the unknown gentleman who lost his Christmas dinner.
Then, what clue could you have as to his identity?"
Only as much as we can deduce.

trivia: of little value or importance knot of roughs: a group of trouble makers

commissionaire: a uniformed door attendant assailants: attackers

Usually at the hotel or other building battered: (here) damaged by age and use
stagger: walk or move unsteadily unimpeachable: blameless

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 But you are joking. What can you gather from this old battered felt?"

"That the man was highly intellectual is of course obvious upon the face of it and also that he
was fairy well-to-do within the last three years, although he has now fallen upon evil days"
"How did you deduce that this man was intellectual?"

For answer, Holmes clapped the hat upon his head. It settled upon the bridge of his nose
Tt is a question of cubic capacity, a man with so large a brain must have something in it"
said he.

The decline of his fortunes, then?

This hat is three years old. These flat brims curled at the edge came in then. It is a hat of the
very best quality. If this man could afford to buy so expensive a hat three years ago and has
had no hat ince, then he has assuredly gone down in the world."

That he is a man who leads a sedentary life, goes out little, is out of training entirely, s
middle-aged., has grizled hair which he has had cut within the last few days and which he
anoints with lime-cream are all to be gathered from a close examination of the lower part
of the lining. The fluffy brown dust of the house showing that it has been hung up indoors
most of the time."
"Well, it is very ingenlous," said I, laughing, "but since there has been no harm done save
the loss of a goose, all this seems to be rather waste of
a
energy.
Just then the door flew open and Peterson, the commissionaire, rushed into the apartment
dazed with astonishment
The goose, Mr Holmes! The goose, Sirl" he gasped.
"Eh? What of it, then? Has it returned to life and
flapped of through the kitchen
window?
"See here, Sir! See what my wife found in its crop!" He held out his hand and displayed upon
the centre of the palm a brilliantly scintillating blue stone, rather smaller than a bean in size
but of such purity and radiance that it twinkled like an electric point in the dark hollow of
hand.

Sherlock Holmes sat up with a whistle.

"The Countess of Morcar's blue carbuncle!" I blurted. "It lost at Hotel
was
Cosmopolitan.
Precisely so, on December 22. just five days ago. John Horner, a plumber, was accused of
having abstracted it from the lady's jewel-case. James Ryder, an attendant at the hotel gave
evidence at the court but the stone could not be found ether upon the accused or in his

rooms.
"YOu see, Watson, our little deductions have suddenly assumed a much more important and

sedentary: requiring sitting/ or little activity scintillating: sparkling

anoints: applies abstracted: (here) stolen
ingenlous: cdever
less innocent aspect. We must place an advertisement in all the evening papers.

I shall keep the stone. And, I say, Peterson, just buy your way back and
a goose on
leat
here with me for we must have one to give to this gentleman in place of the one which y
family is now devouring"
Mr Henry Baker came to see Holmes in the evening. The visitors appearance confirmed
Holmes' deductions.

Mr Baker gladly accepted the newly bought goose and informed us that he was part
goose club and had purchased the earlier bird from the Alpha Inn near the museum.
We first visited the Alpha Inn and learnt
from the ruddy faced landlord that he had got two
dozen geese from Breckinridge, a salesman in Covent Garden.

came out into the

"Now for Mr Breckinridge." Holmes, buttoning up his coat as we
said

frosty air.Remember, Watson,

that though we have so homely a
thing as a goose at one
who will certainly get seven years in jail uniess
end of this chain, we have at the other a man
we can establish his innocence"

Mr Breckinridge reluctantly checked his books and named Mrs Oakshott of Brixton Road as

the supplier of the geese that he sold to the Alpha Inn.

around, we
Suddenly, loud uproar broke out from the stall which we had just left. Turning
a
saw a litte fellow and Breckinridge, framed in the door of his stall, shaking his fists fiercely

at the cringing figure.

Tve had enough of you and your geese." he shouted. "Get out of herel

"Ha! This may save us a visit to Brixton Road" whispered Holmes.

"You will excuse me," said Holmes to the man, T think that I could be of assistance to you.

"Who are you? How could you know anything of the matter?"
"My name is Sherlock Holmes. I know everything of it. You are endeavouring to trace some

geese.
"Oh, Sir, you are the very man whomT have longed to meet," cried the little fellow with

outstretched hands and quivering fingers.

"But pray, tell me before we go farther, who it is that I have the pleasure of assisting
The man hesitated for an instant. "My name is John Robinson," he answered with a sidelong
glance.
"No, no, the real name," said Holmes sweetly.
A flush sprang to the white cheeks of the stranger. "Well then" said he, "my real name is
ames Ryde

"Pray step into the caband I shall soon be able to tell you everything which you would wish
to
know.
In half an hour we were back in the sitting-room at Baker Street
Holmes unlaocked his strong-box and held up the blue carbuncle. Ryder stood glaring with
a drawn face, uncertain whether to claim or to disown it.

The game's up, Ryder," said Holmes quietly.

T have almost all the proofs which I could possibly need so there is little which you need tell
me. How did you know of this blue stone of the Countess of Morcar's?"

carbuncle: a bright gem

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 in crackling voice.
Tt was Catherine Cusack who told
me of it," said he a

It seems to me, Ryder, that there is the making of a very

I see-her ladyship's waiting-maid. the plumber, had been concerned in
knew that this man, Horner,
pretty villain in you. You
would rest readily upon him.
some such matter betore and that suspicion
room and
made s o m e small job in the lady's
What did you do, then? You and Cusack the jewel
he should be the man sent for.
Then, when he had left you rifled
managed that
case, raised the alarm, and
had this unfortunate man
arrested.
knees.
upon the rug and
clutched at my companion's
Ryder threw himself down suddenly
I went my to
"T will tell you all. From the hotel
For God's sake, have mercy!' he shrieked,
me a goose tor
in her backyard. My Sister had promised
sister's house, who raises geese
throat of o n e white
the
I thrust the stone down
Christmas. In order to escape suspicion,
stone was not there.
the identifhed goose, the
barred tail. Later when I cut open
goose with a
the geese to a salesman after
but she had sold the rest of
I went back to my sister's place
barred tailed geese in the lot."
for me, there w e r e two
keeping one for herself. Unfortunately
T will leave the country, Sir. Then the charge against Horner will break down.

and by the measured tapping

There was a long silence, broken only by his heavy breathing
of the table.
of Sherlock Holmes's finger-tips upon the edge
"No more words. Get out

"What, Sir! Oh, Heaven bless you!"

a soul. This
but it is just possible that I am saving
T suppose that I am commuting a felony,
Send him to jail now and you
he is too terribly frightened.
fellow will not go wrong again;
it is the season of forgiveness."
said Holmes, after Ryder
make him ajail-bird for life. Besides,

left the room.

felony: serious crime

About the Author

most famous as the creator of Sherlock Holmes.
Conan Doyle (1859-1930) is
SirArthur as a writer, journalist and public figure.
He trained as

However, he had a varied career

his
in 1881. Later, he divided
a doctor, gaining his degree from Edinburgh University
time between medicine and writing.
his medical
was able to retire from
With the successof Sherlock Holmes, Conan Doyle
became interested in
writer. Conan Doyle later
profession and become a full-time

spiritualism.

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