“Amostannoyingbusiness,Sherlock,“saidhe。“Iextremely
dislikealteringmyhabits,butthepowersthatbewouldtakeno
denial。InthepresentstateofSiamitismostawkwardthatI
shouldbeawayfromtheoffice。Butitisarealcrisis。Ihave
neverseenthePrimeMinistersoupset。AstotheAdmiralty-itis
buzzinglikeanoverturnedbee-hive。Haveyoureadupthecase?“
“Wehavejustdoneso。Whatwerethetechnicalpapers?“
“Ah,there”sthepoint!Fortunately,ithasnotcomeout。The
presswouldbefuriousifitdid。Thepaperswhichthiswretchedyouth
hadinhispocketweretheplansoftheBruce-Partingtonsubmarine。”
MycroftHolmesspokewithasolemnitywhichshowedhissenseof
theimportanceofthesubject。HisbrotherandIsatexpectant。
“Surelyyouhaveheardofit?Ithoughteveryonehadheardofit。”
“Onlyasaname。”
“Itsimportancecanhardlybeexaggerated。Ithasbeenthemost
jealouslyguardedofallgovernmentsecrets。Youmaytakeitfromme
thatnavalwarfarebecomesimpossiblewithintheradiusofa
Bruce-Partington”soperation。Twoyearsagoaverylargesumwas
smuggledthroughtheEstimatesandwasexpendedinacquiringa
monopolyoftheinvention。Everyefforthasbeenmadetokeepthe
secret。Theplans,whichareexceedinglyintricate,comprisingsome
thirtyseparatepatents,eachessentialtotheworkingofthewhole,
arekeptinanelaboratesafeinaconfidentialofficeadjoiningthe
arsenal,withburglar-proofdoorsandwindows。Undernoconceivable
circumstancesweretheplanstobetakenfromtheoffice。Ifthechief
constructoroftheNavydesiredtoconsultthem,evenhewasforcedto
gototheWoolwichofficeforthepurpose。Andyetherewefindthem
inthepocketofadeadjuniorclerkintheheartofLondon。Froman
officialpointofviewit”ssimplyawful。”
“Butyouhaverecoveredthem?“
“No,Sherlock,no!That”sthepinch。Wehavenot。Tenpaperswere
takenfromWoolwich。TherewereseveninthepocketofCadoganWest。
Thethreemostessentialaregone-stolen,vanished。Youmustdrop
everything,Sherlock。Nevermindyourusualpettypuzzlesofthe
police-court。It”savitalinternationalproblemthatyouhaveto
solve。WhydidCadoganWesttakethepapers,wherearethemissing
ones,howdidhedie,howcamehisbodywhereitwasfound,howcan
theevilbesetright?Findananswertoallthesequestions,and
youwillhavedonegoodserviceforyourcountry。”
“Whydoyounotsolveityourself,Mycroft?Youcanseeasfaras
I。”
“Possibly,Sherlock。Butitisaquestionofgettingdetails。Give
meyourdetails,andfromanarmchairIwillreturnyouanexcellent
expertopinion。Buttorunhereandrunthere,tocross-question
railwayguards,andlieonmyfacewithalenstomyeye-itisnotmy
metier。No,youaretheonemanwhocanclearthematterup。Ifyou
haveafancytoseeyournameinthenexthonourslist-“
Myfriendsmiledandshookhishead。
“Iplaythegameforthegame”sownsake,“saidhe。“Buttheproblem
certainlypresentssomepointsofinterest,andIshallbevery
pleasedtolookintoit。Somemorefacts,please。”
“Ihavejotteddownthemoreessentialonesuponthissheetof
paper,togetherwithafewaddresseswhichyouwillfindofservice。
Theactualofficialguardianofthepapersisthefamousgovernment
expert,SirJamesWalter,whosedecorationsandsub-titlesfilltwo
linesofabookofreference。Hehasgrowngrayintheservice,isa
gentleman,afavouredguestinthemostexaltedhouses,and,above
all,amanwhosepatriotismisbeyondsuspicion。Heisoneoftwo
whohaveakeyofthesafe。Imayaddthatthepaperswereundoubtedly
intheofficeduringworkinghoursonMonday,andthatSirJames
leftforLondonaboutthreeo”clocktakinghiskeywithhim。Hewasat
thehouseofAdmiralSinclairatBarclaySquareduringthewholeof
theeveningwhenthisincidentoccurred。”
“Hasthefactbeenverified?“
“Yes;hisbrother,ColonelValentineWalter,hastestifiedtohis
departurefromWoolwich,andAdmiralSinclairtohisarrivalin
London;soSirJamesisnolongeradirectfactorintheproblem。”
“Whowastheothermanwithakey?“
“Theseniorclerkanddraughtsman,Mr。SidneyJohnson。Heisaman
offorty,married,withfivechildren。Heisasilent,moroseman,but
hehas,onthewhole,anexcellentrecordinthepublicservice。Heis
unpopularwithhiscolleagues,butahardworker。Accordingtohisown
account,corroboratedonlybythewordofhiswife,hewasathomethe
wholeofMondayeveningafterofficehours,andhiskeyhasneverleft
thewatch-chainuponwhichithangs。”
“TellusaboutCadoganWest。”
“Hehasbeentenyearsintheserviceandhasdonegoodwork。Hehas
thereputationofbeinghot-headedandimpetuous,butastraight,
honestman。Wehavenothingagainsthim。HewasnextSidneyJohnsonin
theoffice。Hisdutiesbroughthimintodaily,personalcontactwith
theplans。Nooneelsehadthehandlingofthem。”
“Wholockedtheplansupthatnight?“
“Mr。SidneyJohnson,theseniorclerk。”
“Well,itissurelyperfectlyclearwhotookthemaway。Theyare
actuallyfounduponthepersonofthisjuniorclerk,CadoganWest。
Thatseemsfinal,doesitnot?“
“Itdoes,Sherlock,andyetitleavessomuchunexplained。Inthe
firstplace,whydidhetakethem?“
“Ipresumetheywereofvalue?“
“Hecouldhavegotseveralthousandsforthemveryeasily。”
“CanyousuggestanypossiblemotivefortakingthepaperstoLondon
excepttosellthem?“
“No,Icannot。”
“Thenwemusttakethatasourworkinghypothesis。YoungWesttook
thepapers。Nowthiscouldonlybedonebyhavingafalsekey-“
“Severalfalsekeys。Hehadtoopenthebuildingandtheroom。”
“Hehad,then,severalfalsekeys。HetookthepaperstoLondonto
sellthesecret,intending,nodoubt,tohavetheplansthemselves
backinthesafenextmorningbeforetheyweremissed。WhileinLondon
onthistreasonablemissionhemethisend。”
“How?“
“WewillsupposethathewastravellingbacktoWoolwichwhenhewas
killedandthrownoutofthecompartment。”
“Aldgate,wherethebodywasfound,isconsiderablypastthestation
forLondonBridge,whichwouldbehisroutetoWoolwich。”
“Manycircumstancescouldbeimaginedunderwhichhewouldpass
LondonBridge。Therewassomeoneinthecarriage,forexample,with
whomhewashavinganabsorbinginterview。Thisinterviewledtoa
violentsceneinwhichhelosthislife。Possiblyhetriedtoleave
thecarriage,felloutontheline,andsomethisend。Theother
closedthedoor。Therewasathickfog,andnothingcouldbeseen。”
“Nobetterexplanationcanbegivenwithourpresentknowledge;
andyetconsider,Sherlock,howmuchyouleaveuntouched。Wewill
suppose,forargument”ssake,thatyoungCadoganWesthaddetermined
toconveythesepaperstoLondon。Hewouldnaturallyhavemadean
appointmentwiththeforeignagentandkepthiseveningclear。Instead
ofthathetooktwoticketsforthetheatre,escortedhisfiance
halfwaythere,andthensuddenlydisappeared。”
“Ablind,“saidLestrade,whohadsatlisteningwithsomeimpatience
totheconversation。
“Averysingularone。ThatisobjectionNo。1。ObjectionNo。2。:
WewillsupposethathereachesLondonandseestheforeignagent。
Hemustbringbackthepapersbeforemorningorthelosswillbe
discovered。Hetookawayten。Onlysevenwereinhispocket。What
hadbecomeoftheotherthree?Hecertainlywouldnotleavethemof
hisownfreewill。Then,again,whereisthepriceofhistreason?One
wouldhaveexpectedtofindalargesumofmoneyinhispocket。”
“Itseemstomeperfectlyclear,“saidLestrade。“Ihavenodoubtat
allastowhatoccurred。Hetookthepaperstosellthem。Hesawthe
agent。Theycouldnotagreeastoprice。Hestartedhomeagain,but
theagentwentwithhim。Inthetraintheagentmurderedhim,tookthe
moreessentialpapers,andthrewhisbodyfrom,thecarriage。That
wouldaccountforeverything,woulditnot?“
“Whyhadhenoticket?“
“Theticketwouldhaveshownwhichstationwasnearesttheagent”s
house。Thereforehetookitfromthemurderedman”spocket。”
“Good,Lestrade,verygood,“saidHolmes。“Yourtheoryholds
together。Butifthisistrue,thenthecaseisatanend。Onthe
onehand,thetraitorisdead。Ontheother,theplansofthe
Bruce-PartingtonsubmarinearepresumablyalreadyontheContinent。
Whatisthereforustodo?“
“Toact,Sherlock-toact!“criedMycroft,springingtohisfeet。
“Allmyinstinctsareagainstthisexplanation。Useyourpowers!Goto
thesceneofthecrime!Seethepeopleconcerned!Leavenostone
unturned!Inallyourcareeryouhaveneverhadsogreatachanceof
servingyourcountry。”
“Well,well!“saidHolmes,shrugginghisshoulders。“Come,Watson!
Andyou,Lestrade,couldyoufavouruswithyourcompanyforanhour
ortwo?WewillbeginourinvestigationbyavisittoAldgateStation。
Good-bye,Mycroft。Ishallletyouhaveareportbeforeevening,butI
warnyouinadvancethatyouhavelittletoexpect。”
AnhourlaterHolmes,LestradeandIstoodupontheUnderground
railroadatthepointwhereitemergesfromthetunnelimmediately
beforeAldgateStation。Acourteousred-facedoldgentleman
representedtherailwaycompany。
“Thisiswheretheyoungman”sbodylay,“saidhe,indicatingaspot
aboutthreefeetfromthemetals。“Itcouldnothavefallenfrom
above,forthese,asyousee,areallblankwalls。Therefore,itcould
onlyhavecomefromatrain,andthattrain,sofaraswecantrace
it,musthavepassedaboutmidnightonMonday。”
“Havethecarriagesbeenexaminedforanysignofviolence?“
“Therearenosuchsigns,andnotickethasbeenfound。”
“Norecordofadoorbeingfoundopen?“
“None。”
“Wehavehadsomefreshevidencethismorning,“saidLestrade。“A
passengerwhopassedAldgateinanordinaryMetropolitantrainabout
11:40onMondaynightdeclaresthatheheardaheavythud,asofa
bodystrikingtheline,justbeforethetrainreachedthestation。
Therewasdensefog,however,andnothingcouldbeseen。Hemadeno
reportofitatthetime。Why,whateveristhematterwithMr。
Holmes?“
Myfriendwasstandingwithanexpressionofstrainedintensityupon
hisface,staringattherailwaymetalswheretheycurvedoutofthe
tunnel。Aldgateisajunction,andtherewasanetworkofpoints。On
thesehiseager,questioningeyeswerefixed,andIsawonhiskeen,
alertfacethattighteningofthelips,thatquiverofthenostrils,
andconcentrationoftheheavy,tuftedbrowswhichIknewsowell。
“Points,“hemuttered;“thepoints。”
“Whatofit?Whatdoyoumean?“
“Isupposetherearenogreatnumberofpointsonasystemsuchas
this?“
“No;thereareveryfew。”
“Andacurve,too。Points,andacurve。ByJove!ifitwereonly
so。”
“Whatisit,Mr。Holmes?Haveyouaclue?“
“Anidea-anindication,nomore。Butthecasecertainlygrowsin
interest。Unique,perfectlyunique,andyetwhynot?Idonotsee
anyindicationsofbleedingontheline。”
“Therewerehardlyany。”
“ButIunderstandthattherewasaconsiderablewound。”
“Thebonewascrushed,buttherewasnogreatexternalinjury。”
“Andyetonewouldhaveexpectedsomebleeding。Woulditbepossible
formetoinspectthetrainwhichcontainedthepassengerwhoheard
thethudofafallinthefog?“
“Ifearnot,Mr。Holmes。Thetrainhasbeenbrokenupbeforenow,
andthecarriagesredistributed。”
“Icanassureyou,Mr。Holmes,“saidLestrade,“thatevery
carriagehasbeencarefullyexamined。Isawtoitmyself。”
Itwasoneofmyfriend”smostobviousweaknessesthathewas
impatientwithlessalertintelligencesthanhisown。
“Verylikely,“saidhe,turningaway。“Asithappens,itwasnotthe
carriageswhichIdesiredtoexamine。Watson,wehavedoneallwe
canhere。Weneednottroubleyouanyfurther,Mr。Lestrade。Ithink
ourinvestigationsmustnowcarryustoWoolwich。”
AtLondonBridge,Holmeswroteatelegramtohisbrother,whichhe
handedtomebeforedispatchingit。Itranthus:
Seesomelightinthedarkness,butitmaypossiblyflickerout。
Meanwhile,pleasesendbymessenger,toawaitreturnatBaker
Street,acompletelistofallforeignspiesorinternationalagents
knowntobeinEngland,withfulladdress。
SHERLOCK。
“Thatshouldbehelpful,Watson,“heremarkedaswetookourseats
intheWoolwichtrain。“WecertainlyoweBrotherMycroftadebtfor
havingintroducedustowhatpromisestobeareallyveryremarkable
case。”
Hiseagerfacestillworethatexpressionofintenseandhigh-strung
energy,whichshowedmethatsomenovelandsuggestivecircumstance
hadopenedupastimulatinglineofthought。Seethefoxhoundwith
hangingcarsanddroopingtailasitlollsaboutthekennels,and
compareitwiththesamehoundas,withgleamingeyesandstraining
muscles,itrunsuponabreast-highscent-suchwasthechangein
Holmessincethemorning。Hewasadifferentmanfromthelimpand
loungingfigureinthemouse-coloureddressing-gownwhohadprowledso
restlesslyonlyafewhoursbeforeroundthefog-girtroom。
“Thereismaterialhere。Thereisscope,“saidhe。“Iamdullindeed
nottohaveunderstooditspossibilities。”
“Evennowtheyaredarktome。”
“Theendisdarktomealso,butIhaveholdofoneideawhichmay
leadusfar。Themanmethisdeathelsewhere,andhisbodywason
theroofofacarriage。”
“Ontheroof!“
“Remarkable,isitnot?Butconsiderthefacts。Isita
coincidencethatitisfoundattheverypointwherethetrainpitches
andswaysasitcomesroundonthepoints?Isnotthattheplacewhere
anobjectupontheroofmightbeexpectedtofalloff?Thepoints
wouldaffectnoobjectinsidethetrain。Eitherthebodyfellfromthe
roof,oraverycuriouscoincidencehasoccurred。Butnowconsiderthe
questionoftheblood。Ofcourse,therewasnobleedingonthelineif
thebodyhadbledelsewhere。Eachfactissuggestiveinitself。
Togethertheyhaveacumulativeforce。”
“Andtheticket,too!“Icried。
“Exactly。Wecouldnotexplaintheabsenceofaticket。Thiswould
explainit。Everythingfitstogether。”
“Butsupposeitwereso,wearestillasfaraseverfrom
unravellingthemysteryofhisdeath。Indeed,itbecomesnotsimpler
butstranger。”
“Perhaps,“saidHolmesthoughtfully,“perhaps。”Herelapsedintoa
silentreverie,whichlasteduntiltheslowtraindrewupatlastin
WoolwichStation。TherehecalledacabanddrewMycroft”spaper
fromhispocket。
“Wehavequitealittleroundofafternooncallstomake,“said
he。“IthinkthatSirJamesWalterclaimsourfirstattention。”
Thehouseofthefamousofficialwasafinevillawithgreenlawns
stretchingdowntotheThames。Aswereacheditthefogwaslifting,
andathin,waterysunshinewasbreakingthrough。Abutleranswered
ourring。
“SirJames,sir!“saidhewithsolemnface。“SirJamesdiedthis
morning。”
“Goodheavens!“criedHolmesinamazement。“Howdidhedie?“
“Perhapsyouwouldcaretostepin,sir,andseehisbrother,
ColonelValentine?“
“Yes,wehadbestdoso。”
Wewereusheredintoadim-litdrawing-room,whereaninstant
laterwewerejoinedbyaverytall,handsome,light-beardedmanof
fifty,theyoungerbrotherofthedeadscientist。Hiswildeyes,
stainedcheeks,andunkempthairallspokeofthesuddenblowwhich
hadfallenuponthehousehold。Hewashardlyarticulateashespokeof
it。
“Itwasthishorriblescandal,“saidhe。“Mybrother,SirJames,was
amanofverysensitivehonour,andhecouldnotsurvivesuchan
affair。Itbrokehisheart。Hewasalwayssoproudoftheefficiency
ofhisdepartment,andthiswasacrushingblow。”
“Wehadhopedthathemighthavegivenussomeindicationswhich
wouldhavehelpedustoclearthematterup。”
“Iassureyouthatitwasallamysterytohimasitistoyouand
toallofus。Hehadalreadyputallhisknowledgeatthedisposal
ofthepolice。NaturallyhehadnodoubtthatCadoganWestwasguilty。
Butalltherestwasinconceivable。”
“Youcannotthrowanynewlightupontheaffair?“
“IknownothingmyselfsavewhatIhavereadorheard。Ihaveno
desiretobediscourteous,butyoucanunderstand,Mr。Holmes,thatwe
aremuchdisturbedatpresent,andImustaskyoutohastenthis
interviewtoanend。”
“Thisisindeedanunexpecteddevelopment,“saidmyfriendwhenwe
hadregainedthecab。“Iwonderifthedeathwasnatural,orwhether
thepooroldfellowkilledhimself!Ifthelatter,mayitbetaken
assomesignofself-reproachfordutyneglected?Wemustleavethat
questiontothefuture。NowweshallturntotheCadoganWests。”
Asmallbutwell-kepthouseintheoutskirtsofthetownsheltered
thebereavedmother。Theoldladywastoodazedwithgrieftobeof
anyusetous,butathersidewasawhite-facedyounglady,who
introducedherselfasMissVioletWestbury,thefianceeofthedead
man,andthelasttoseehimuponthatfatalnight。
“Icannotexplainit,Mr。Holmes,“shesaid。“Ihavenotshutaneye
sincethetragedy,thinking,thinking,thinking,nightandday,what
thetruemeaningofitcanbe。Arthurwasthemostsingle-minded,
chivalrous,patrioticmanuponearth。Hewouldhavecuthisrighthand
offbeforehewouldsellaStatesecretconfidedtohiskeeping。Itis
absurd,impossible,preposteroustoanyonewhoknewhim。”
“Butthefacts,MissWestbury?“
“Yes,yes;IadmitIcannotexplainthem。”
“Washeinanywantofmoney?“
“No;hisneedswereverysimpleandhissalaryample。Hehadsaveda
fewhundreds,andweweretomarryattheNewYear。”
“Nosignsofanymentalexcitement?Come,MissWestbury,be
absolutelyfrankwithus。”
Thequickeyeofmycompanionhadnotedsomechangeinhermanner。
Shecolouredandhesitated。
“Yes,“shesaidatlast,“Ihadafeelingthattherewassomething
onhismind。”
“Forlong?“
“Onlyforthelastweekorso。Hewasthoughtfulandworried。OnceI
pressedhimaboutit。Headmittedthattherewassomething,andthat
itwasconcernedwithhisofficiallife。”Itistooseriousforme
tospeakabout,eventoyou”saidhe。Icouldgetnothingmore。”
Holmeslookedgrave。
“Goon,MissWestbury。Evenifitseemstotellagainsthim,go
on。Wecannotsaywhatitmayleadto,“
“Indeed,Ihavenothingmoretotell。Onceortwiceitseemedto
methathewasonthepointoftellingmesomething。Hespokeone
eveningoftheimportanceofthesecret,andIhavesome
recollectionthathesaidthatnodoubtforeignspieswouldpaya
greatdealtohaveit。”
Myfriend”sfacegrewgraverstill。
“Anythingelse?“
“Hesaidthatwewereslackaboutsuchmatters-thatitwouldbe
easyforatraitortogettheplans。”
“Wasitonlyrecentlythathemadesuchremarks?“
“Yes,quiterecently。”
“Nowtellusofthatlastevening。”
“Weweretogotothetheatre。Thefogwassothickthatacabwas
useless。Wewalked,andourwaytookusclosetotheoffice。
Suddenlyhedartedawayintothefog。”
“Withoutaword?“
“Hegaveanexclamation;thatwasall。Iwaitedbuthenever
returned。ThenIwalkedhome。Nextmorning,aftertheofficeopened,
theycametoinquire。Abouttwelveo”clockweheardtheterriblenews。
Oh,Mr。Holmes,ifyoucouldonly,onlysavehishonour!Itwasso
muchtohim。”
Holmesshookhisheadsadly。
“Come,Watson,“saidhe,“ourwayslieelsewhere。Ournextstation
mustbetheofficefromwhichthepapersweretaken。
“Itwasblackenoughbeforeagainstthisyoungman,butour
inquiriesmakeitblacker,“heremarkedasthecablumberedoff。
“Hiscomingmarriagegivesamotiveforthecrime。Henaturallywanted
money。Theideawasinhishead,sincehespokeaboutit。Henearly
madethegirlanaccompliceinthetreasonbytellingherhisplans。
Itisallverybad。”
“Butsurely,Holmes,charactergoesforsomething?Then,again,
whyshouldheleavethegirlinthestreetanddartawaytocommita
felony?“
“Exactly!Therearecertainlyobjections。Butitisaformidable
casewhichtheyhavetomeet。”
Mr。SidneyJohnson,theseniorclerk,metusattheofficeand
receiveduswiththatrespectwhichmycompanion”scardalways
commanded。Hewasathin,gruff,bespectacledmanofmiddleage,his
cheekshaggard,andhishandstwitchingfromthenervousstrainto
whichhehadbeensubjected。
“Itisbad,Mr。Holmes,verybad!Haveyouheardofthedeathofthe
chief?“
“Wehavejustcomefromhishouse。”
“Theplaceisdisorganized。Thechiefdead,CadoganWestdead,our
papersstolen。Andyet,whenweclosedourdooronMondayevening,
wewereasefficientanofficeasanyinthegovernmentservice。
GoodGod,it”sdreadfultothinkoffThatWest,ofallmen,should
havedonesuchathing!“
“Youaresureofhisguilt,then?“
“Icanseenootherwayoutofit。AndyetIwouldhavetrusted
himasItrustmyself。”
“AtwhathourwastheofficeclosedonMonday?“
“Atfive。”
“Didyoucloseit?“
“Iamalwaysthelastmanout。”
“Whereweretheplans?“
“Inthatsafe。Iputthemtheremyself。”
“Istherenowatchmantothebuilding?“
“Thereis,buthehasotherdepartmentstolookafteraswell。Heis
anoldsoldierandamosttrustworthyman。Hesawnothingthat
evening。Ofcoursethefogwasverythick。”
“SupposethatCadoganWestwishedtomakehiswayintothe
buildingafterhours;hewouldneedthreekeys,wouldhenot,before
hecouldreachthepapers?“
“Yes,hewould。Thekeyoftheouterdoor,thekeyoftheoffice,
andthekeyofthesafe。”
“OnlySirJamesWalterandyouhadthosekeys?“
“Ihadnokeysofthedoors-onlyofthesafe。”
“WasSirJamesamanwhowasorderlyinhishabits?“
“Yes,Ithinkhewas。Iknowthatsofarasthosethreekeysare
concernedhekeptthemonthesamering。Ihaveoftenseenthem
there。”
“AndthatringwentwithhimtoLondon?“
“Hesaidso。”
“Andyourkeyneverleftyourpossession?“
“Never。”
“ThenWest,ifheistheculprit,musthavehadaduplicate。Andyet
nonewerefounduponhisbody。Oneotherpoint:ifaclerkinthis
officedesiredtoselltheplans,woulditnotbesimplertocopy
theplansforhimselfthantotaketheoriginals,aswasactually
done?“
“Itwouldtakeconsiderabletechnicalknowledgetocopytheplansin
aneffectiveway。”
“ButIsupposeeitherSirJames,oryou,orWesthadthat
technicalknowledge?“
“Nodoubtwehad,butIbegyouwon”ttrytodragmeintothe
matter,Mr。Holmes。Whatistheuseofourspeculatinginthisway
whentheoriginalplanswereactuallyfoundonWest?“
“Well,itiscertainlysingularthatheshouldruntheriskof
takingoriginalsifhecouldsafelyhavetakencopies,whichwould
haveequallyservedhisturn。”
“Singular,nodoubt-andyethedidso。”
“Everyinquiryinthiscaserevealssomethinginexplicable。Now
therearethreepapersstillmissing。Theyare,asIunderstand,the
vitalones。”
“Yes,thatisso。”
“Doyoumeantosaythatanyoneholdingthesethreepapers,and
withoutthesevenothers,couldconstructaBruce-Partington
submarine?“
“IreportedtothateffecttotheAdmiralty。Butto-dayIhave
beenoverthedrawingsagain,andIamnotsosureofit。Thedouble
valveswiththeautomaticself-adjustingslotsaredrawninoneofthe
paperswhichhavebeenreturned。Untiltheforeignershadinvented
thatforthemselvestheycouldnotmaketheboat。Ofcoursetheymight
soongetoverthedifficulty。”
“Butthethreemissingdrawingsarethemostimportant?“
“Undoubtedly。”
“Ithink,withyourpermission,Iwillnowtakeastrollroundthe
premises。IdonotrecallanyotherquestionwhichIdesiredtoask。”
Heexaminedthelockofthesafe,thedooroftheroom,and
finallytheironshuttersofthewindow。Itwasonlywhenwewereon
thelawnoutsidethathisinterestwasstronglyexcited。Therewasa
laurelbushoutsidethewindow,andseveralofthebranchesboresigns
ofhavingbeentwistedorsnapped。Heexaminedthemcarefullywithhis
lens,andthensomedimandvaguemarksupontheearthbeneath。
Finallyheaskedthechiefclerktoclosetheironshutters,andhe
pointedouttomethattheyhardlymetinthecentre,andthatit
wouldbepossibleforanyoneoutsidetoseewhatwasgoingonwithin
theroom。
“Theindicationsareruinedbythethreedays”delay。Theymay
meansomethingornothing。Well,Watson,Idonotthinkthat
Woolwichcanhelpusfurther。Itisasmallcropwhichwehave
gathered。LetusseeifwecandobetterinLondon。”
YetweaddedonemoresheaftoourharvestbeforeweleftWoolwich
Station。Theclerkintheticketofficewasabletosaywith
confidencethathesawCadoganWest-whomheknewwellbysight-
upontheMondaynight,andthathewenttoLondonbythe8:15to
LondonBridge。Hewasaloneandtookasinglethird-classticket。
Theclerkwasstruckatthetimebyhisexcitedandnervousmanner。So
shakywashethathecouldhardlypickuphischange,andtheclerk
hadhelpedhimwithit。Areferencetothetimetableshowedthatthe
8:15wasthefirsttrainwhichitwaspossibleforWesttotake
afterhehadlefttheladyabout7:30。
“Letusreconstruct,Watson,“saidHolmesafterhalfanhourof
silence。“Iamnotawarethatinallourjointresearcheswehaveever
hadacasewhichwasmoredifficulttogetat。Everyfreshadvance
whichwemakeonlyrevealsafreshridgebeyond。Andyetwehave
surelymadesomeappreciableprogress。
“TheeffectofourinquiriesatWoolwichhasinthemainbeen
againstyoungCadoganWest;buttheindicationsatthewindowwould
lendthemselvestoamorefavourablehypothesis。Letussuppose,for
example,thathehadbeenapproachedbysomeforeignagent。Itmight
havebeendoneundersuchpledgesaswouldhavepreventedhimfrom
speakingofit,andyetwouldhaveaffectedhisthoughtsinthe
directionindicatedbyhisremarkstohisfiancee。Verygood。We
willnowsupposethatashewenttothetheatrewiththeyoungladyhe
suddenly,inthefog,caughtaglimpseofthissameagentgoinginthe
directionoftheoffice。Hewasanimpetuousman,quickinhis
decisions。Everythinggavewaytohisduty。Hefollowedtheman,
reachedthewindow,sawtheabstractionofthedocuments,and
pursuedthethief。Inthiswaywegetovertheobjectionthatnoone
wouldtakeoriginalswhenhecouldmakecopies。Thisoutsiderhadto
takeoriginals。Sofaritholdstogether。”
“Whatisthenextstep?“
“Thenwecomeintodifficulties。Onewouldimaginethatundersuch
circumstancesthefirstactofyoungCadoganWestwouldbetoseize
thevillainandraisethealarm。Whydidhenotdoso?Couldithave
beenanofficialsuperiorwhotookthepapers?Thatwouldexplain
West”sconduct。OrcouldthechiefhavegivenWesttheslipinthe
fog,andWeststartedatoncetoLondontoheadhimofffromhisown
rooms,presumingthatheknewwheretheroomswere?Thecallmusthave
beenverypressing,sincehelefthisgirlstandinginthefogand
madenoefforttocommunicatewithher。Ourscentrunscoldhere,
andthereisavastgapbetweeneitherhypothesisandthelayingof
West”sbody,withsevenpapersinhispocket,ontheroofofa
Metropolitantrain。Myinstinctnowistoworkfromtheotherend。
IfMycrofthasgivenusthelistofaddresseswemaybeabletopick
ourmanandfollowtwotracksinsteadofone。”
Surelyenough,anoteawaitedusatBakerStreet。Agovernment
messengerhadbroughtitpost-haste。Holmesglancedatitandthrewit
overtome。
“Therearenumeroussmallfry,butfewwhowouldhandlesobigan
affair。TheonlymenworthconsideringareAdolphMeyer,of13Great
GeorgeStreet,Westminster;LouisLaRothiere,ofCampdenMansions,
NottingHill;andHugoOberstein,13CaulfieldGardens,Kensington。
ThelatterwasknowntobeintownonMondayandisnowreportedas
havingleft。Gladtohearyouhaveseensomelight。TheCabinetawaits
yourfinalreportwiththeutmostanxiety。Urgentrepresentationshave
arrivedfromtheveryhighestquarter。ThewholeforceoftheStateis
atyourbackifyoushouldneedit。
MYCROFT。
“I”mafraid,“saidHolmes,smiling,“thatallthequeen”shorsesand
allthequeen”smencannotavailinthismatter。”Hehadspreadout
hisbigmapofLondonandleanedeagerlyoverit。“Well,well,“said
hepresentlywithanexclamationofsatisfaction,“thingsare
turningalittleinourdirectionatlast。Why,Watson,Ido
honestlybelievethatwearegoingtopullitoff,afterall。”He
slappedmeontheshoulderwithasuddenburstofhilarity,“Iam
goingoutnow。Itisonlyareconnaissance。Iwilldonothing
seriouswithoutmytrustedcomradeandbiographeratmyelbow。Do
youstayhere,andtheoddsarethatyouwillseemeagaininan
hourortwo。Iftimehangsheavygetfoolscapandapen,andbegin
yournarrativeofhowwesavedtheState。”
Ifeltsomereflectionofhiselationinmyownmind,forIknew
wellthathewouldnotdepartsofarfromhisusualausterityof
demeanourunlesstherewasgoodcauseforexultation。Allthelong
NovembereveningIwaited,filledwithimpatienceforhisreturn。At
last,shortlyafternineo”clock,therearrivedamessengerwitha
note:
AmdiningatGoldini”sRestaurant,GloucesterRoad,Kensington。
Pleasecomeatonceandjoinmethere。Bringwithyouajemmy,a
darklantern,achisel,andarevolver。
S。H。
Itwasaniceequipmentforarespectablecitizentocarrythrough
thedim,fog-drapedstreets。Istowedthemalldiscreetlyawayinmy
overcoatanddrovestraighttotheaddressgiven。Theresatmy
friendatalittleroundtablenearthedoorofthegarishItalian
restaurant。
“Haveyouhadsomethingtoeat?Thenjoinmeinacoffeeand
curacao。Tryoneoftheproprietor”scigars。Theyarelesspoisonous
thanonewouldexpect。Haveyouthetools?“
“Theyarehere,inmyovercoat。”
“Excellent。LetmegiveyouashortsketchofwhatIhavedone,with
someindicationofwhatweareabouttodo。Nowitmustbeevident
toyou,Watson,thatthisyoungman”sbodywasplacedontheroofof
thetrain。ThatwasclearfromtheinstantthatIdeterminedthe
factthatitwasfromtheroof,andnotfromacarriage,thathehad
fallen。”
“Coulditnothavebeendroppedfromabridge?“
“Ishouldsayitwasimpossible。Ifyouexaminetheroofsyouwill
findthattheyareslightlyrounded,andthereisnorailinground
them。Therefore,wecansayforcertainthatyoungCadoganWestwas
placedonit。”
“Howcouldhebeplacedthere?“
“Thatwasthequestionwhichwehadtoanswer。Thereisonlyone
possibleway。YouareawarethattheUndergroundrunsclearoftunnels
atsomepointsintheWestEnd。IhadavaguememorythatasIhave
travelledbyitIhaveoccasionallyseenwindowsjustabovemyhead。
Now,supposethatatrainhaltedundersuchawindow,wouldtherebe
anydifficultyinlayingabodyupontheroof?“
“Itseemsmostimprobable。”
“Wemustfallbackupontheoldaxiomthatwhenallother
contingenciesfail,whateverremains,howeverimprobable,mustbe
thetruth。Hereallothercontingencieshavefailed。WhenIfoundthat
theleadinginternationalagent,whohadjustleftLondon,livedin
arowofhouseswhichabuttedupontheUnderground,Iwassopleased
thatyouwerealittleastonishedatmysuddenfrivolity。”
“Oh,thatwasit,wasit?“
“Yes,thatwasit。Mr。HugoOberstein,Of13CaulfieldGardens,
hadbecomemyobjective。IbeganmyoperationsatGloucesterRoad
Station,whereaveryhelpfulofficialwalkedwithmealongthe
trackandallowedmetosatisfymyselfnotonlythattheback-stair
windowsofCaulfieldGardensopenonthelinebuttheevenmore
essentialfactthat,owingtotheintersectionofoneofthelarger
railways,theUndergroundtrainsarefrequentlyheldmotionlessfor
someminutesatthatveryspot。”
“Splendid,Holmes!Youhavegotit!“
“Sofar-sofar,Watson。Weadvance,butthegoalisafar。Well,
havingseenthebackofCaulfieldGardens,Ivisitedthefrontand
satisfiedmyselfthatthebirdwasindeedflown。Itisa
considerablehouse,unfurnished,sofarasIcouldjudge,intheupper
rooms。Obersteinlivedtherewithasinglevalet,whowasprobablya
confederateentirelyinhisconfidence。Wemustbearinmindthat
ObersteinhasgonetotheContinenttodisposeofhisbooty,butnot
withanyideaofflight;forhehadnoreasontofearawarrant,and
theideaofanamateurdomiciliaryvisitwouldcertainlyneveroccur
tohim。Yetthatispreciselywhatweareabouttomake。”
“Couldwenotgetawarrantandlegalizeit?“
“Hardlyontheevidence。”
“Whatcanwehopetodo?“
“Wecannottellwhatcorrespondencemaybethere。”
“Idon”tlikeit,Holmes。”
“Mydearfellow,youshallkeepwatchinthestreet。I”lldothe
criminalpart。It”snotatimetostickattrifles。ThinkofMycroft”s
note,oftheAdmiralty,theCabinet,theexaltedpersonwhowaits
fornews。Weareboundtogo。”
Myanswerwastorisefromthetable。
“Youareright,Holmes。Weareboundtogo。”
Hesprangupandshookmebythehand。
“Iknewyouwouldnotshrinkatthelast,“saidhe,andforamoment
IsawsomethinginhiseyeswhichwasnearertotendernessthanI
hadeverseen。Thenextinstanthewashismasterful,practicalself
oncemore。
“Itisnearlyhalfamile,butthereisnohurry。Letuswalk,“said
he。“Don”tdroptheinstruments,Ibeg。Yourarrestasasuspicious
characterwouldbeamostunfortunatecomplication。”
CaulfieldGardenswasonofthoselinesofflat-facedpillared,
andporticoedhouseswhicharesoprominentaproductofthemiddle
VictorianepochintheWestEndofLondon。Nextdoorthereappearedto
beachildren”sparty,forthemerrybuzzofyoungvoicesandthe
clatterofapianoresoundedthroughthenight。Thefogstillhung
aboutandscreeneduswithitsfriendlyshade。Holmeshadlithis
lanternandflashedituponthemassivedoor。
“Thisisaseriousproposition,“saidhe。“Itiscertainlyboltedas
wellaslocked。Wewoulddobetterinthearea。Thereisan
excellentarchwaydownyonderincaseatoozealouspolicemanshould
intrude。Givemeahand,Watson,andI”lldothesameforyou。”
Aminutelaterwewerebothinthearea。Hardlyhadwereachedthe
darkshadowsbeforethestepofthepolicemanwasheardinthefog
above。Asitssoftrhythmdiedaway,Holmessettoworkuponthelower
door。Isawhimstoopandstrainuntilwithasharpcrashitflew
open。Wesprangthroughintothedarkpassage,closingtheareadoor
behindus。Holmesledthewayupthecurving,uncarpetedstair。His
littlefanofyellowlightshoneuponalowwindow。
“Hereweare,Watson-thismustbetheone。”Hethrewitopen,and
ashedidsotherewasalow,harshmurmur,growingsteadilyintoa
loudroarasatraindashedpastusinthedarkness。Holmesswept
hislightalongthewindow-sill。Itwasthicklycoatedwithsoot
fromthepassingengines,buttheblacksurfacewasblurredandrubbed
inplaces。
“Youcanseewheretheyrestedthebody。Halloa,Watson!whatis
this?Therecanbenodoubtthatitisabloodmark。”Hewas
pointingtofaintdiscolourationsalongthewoodworkofthewindow。
“Hereitisonthestoneofthestairalso。Thedemonstrationis
complete。Letusstayhereuntilatrainstops。”
Wehadnotlongtowait。Theverynexttrainroaredfromthe
tunnelasbefore,butslowedintheopen,andthen,withacreakingof
brakes,pulledupimmediatelybeneathus。Itwasnotfourfeetfrom
thewindow-ledgetotheroofofthecarriages。Holmessoftlyclosed
thewindow。
“Sofarwearejustified,“saidhe。“Whatdoyouthinkofit,
Watson?“
“Amasterpiece。Youhaveneverrisentoagreaterheight。”
“Icannotagreewithyouthere。FromthemomentthatIconceivedthe
ideaofthebodybeingupontheroof,whichsurelywasnotavery
abstruseone,alltherestwasinevitable。Ifitwerenotforthe
graveinterestsinvolvedtheaffairuptothispointwouldbe
insignificant。Ourdifficultiesarestillbeforeus。Butperhapswe
mayfindsomethingherewhichmayhelpus。”
Wehadascendedthekitchenstairandenteredthesuiteofrooms
uponthefirstfloor。Onewasadining-room,severelyfurnishedand
containingnothingofinterest。Asecondwasabedroom,whichalso
drewblank。Theremainingroomappearedmorepromisingandmy
companionsettleddowntoasystematicexamination。Itwaslittered
withbooksandpapers,andwasevidentlyusedasastudy。Swiftly
andmethodicallyHolmesturnedoverthecontentsofdrawerafter
drawerandcupboardaftercupboard,butnogleamofsuccesscameto
brightenhisaustereface。Attheendofanhourhewasnofurther
thanwhenhestarted。
“Thecunningdoghascoveredhistracks,“saidhe。“Hehasleft
nothingtoincriminatehim。Hisdangerouscorrespondencehasbeen
destroyedorremoved。Thisisourlastchance。”
Itwasasmalltincash-boxwhichstooduponthewriting-desk。
Holmesprieditopenwithhischisel。Severalrollsofpaperwere
within,coveredwithfiguresandcalculations,withoutanynoteto
showtowhattheyreferred。Therecurringwords,”waterpressure”
and”pressuretothesquareinch”suggestedsomepossiblerelation
toasubmarine。Holmestossedthemallimpatientlyaside。Thereonly
remainedanenvelopewithsomesmallnewspaperslipsinsideit。He
shookthemoutonthetable,andatonceIsawbyhiseagerface
thathishopeshadbeenraised。
“What”sthis,Watson?Eh?What”sthis?Recordofaseriesof
messagesintheadvertisementsofapaper。DailyTelegraphagony
columnbytheprintandpaper。Right-handtopcornerofapage。No
dates-butmessagesarrangethemselves。Thismustbethefirst:
“Hopedtohearsooner。Termsagreedto。Writefullytoaddressgiven
oncard。“PIERROT。“Nextcomes:
“Toocomplexfordescription。Musthavefullreport。Stuffawaits
youwhengoodsdelivered。“PIERROT。“Thencomes:
“Matterpresses。Mustwithdrawofferunlesscontractcompleted。Make
appointmentbyletter。Willconfirmbyadvertisement。
“PIERROT。“Finally:
“Mondaynightafternine。Twotaps。Onlyourselves。Donotbeso
suspicious。Paymentinhardcashwhengoodsdelivered。
“PIERROT。
“Afairlycompleterecord,Watson!Ifwecouldonlygetattheman
attheotherend!“Hesatlostinthought,tappinghisfingerson
thetable。Finallyhesprangtohisfeet。
“Well,perhapsitwon”tbesodifficult,afterall。Thereisnothing
moretobedonehere,Watson。Ithinkwemightdriveroundtothe
officesoftheDailyTelegraph,andsobringagoodday”sworktoa
conclusion。”
MycroftHolmesandLestradehadcomeroundbyappointmentafter
breakfastnextdayandSherlockHolmeshadrecountedtothemour
proceedingsofthedaybefore。Theprofessionalshookhisheadover
ourconfessedburglary。
“Wecan”tdothesethingsintheforce,Mr。Holmes,“saidhe。“No
wonderyougetresultsthatarebeyondus。Butsomeofthesedays
you”llgotoofar,andyou”llfindyourselfandyourfriendin
trouble。”
“ForEngland,homeandbeauty-eh,Watson?Martyrsonthealtarof
ourcountry。Butwhatdoyouthinkofit,Mycroft?“
“Excellent,Sherlock!Admirable!Butwhatusewillyoumakeofit?“
HolmespickeduptheDailyTelegraphwhichlayuponthetable。
“HaveyouseenPierrot”sadvertisementto-day?“
“What?Anotherone?“
“Yes,hereitis:
“To-night。Samehour。Sameplace。Twotaps。Mostvitally
important。Yourownsafetyatstake。
“PIERROT。
“ByGeorge!“criedLestrade。“Ifheanswersthatwe”vegothim!“
“ThatwasmyideawhenIputitin。Ithinkifyoucouldbothmake
itconvenienttocomewithusabouteighto”clocktoCaulfieldGardens
wemightpossiblygetalittlenearertoasolution。”
OneofthemostremarkablecharacteristicsofSherlockHolmeswas
hispowerofthrowinghisbrainoutofactionandswitchingallhis
thoughtsontolighterthingswheneverhehadconvincedhimselfthat
hecouldnolongerworktoadvantage。Irememberthatduringthewhole
ofthatmemorabledayhelosthimselfinamonographwhichhehad
undertakenuponthePolyphonicMotetsofLassus。FormyownpartIhad
noneofthispowerofdetachment,andtheday,inconsequence,
appearedtobeinterminable。Thegreatnationalimportanceofthe
issue,thesuspenseinhighquarters,thedirectnatureofthe
experimentwhichweweretrying-allcombinedtoworkuponmynerve。
Itwasarelieftomewhenatlast,afteralightdinner,wesetout
uponourexpedition。LestradeandMycroftmetusbyappointmentatthe
outsideofGloucesterRoadStation。TheareadoorofOberstein”shouse
hadbeenleftopenthenightbefore,anditwasnecessaryforme,as
MycroftHolmesabsolutelyandindignantlydeclinedtoclimbthe
railings,topassinandopenthehalldoor。Bynineo”clockwewere
allseatedinthestudy,waitingpatientlyforourman。
Anhourpassedandyetanother。Whenelevenstruck,themeasured
beatofthegreatchurchclockseemedtosoundthedirgeofourhopes。
LestradeandMycroftwerefidgetingintheirseatsandlookingtwicea
minuteattheirwatches。Holmessatsilentandcomposed,hiseyelids
halfshut,buteverysenseonthealert。Heraisedhisheadwitha
suddenjerk。
“Heiscoming,“saidhe。
Therehadbeenafurtivesteppastthedoor。Nowitreturned。We
heardashufflingsoundoutside,andthentwosharptapswiththe
knocker。Holmesrose,motioningtoustoremainseated。Thegasinthe
hallwasamerepointoflight。Heopenedtheouterdoor,andthen
asadarkfigureslippedpasthimheclosedandfastenedit。“This
way!“weheardhimsay,andamomentlaterourmanstoodbeforeus。
Holmeshadfollowedhimclosely,andasthemanturnedwithacryof
surpriseandalarmhecaughthimbythecollarandthrewhimbackinto
theroom。Beforeourprisonerhadrecoveredhisbalancethedoorwas
shutandHolmesstandingwithhisbackagainstit。Themanglared
roundhim,staggered,andfellsenselessuponthefloor。Withthe
shock,hisbroad-brimmedhatflewfromhishead,hiscravatslipped
downfromhislips,andtherewerethelonglightbeardandthe
soft,handsomedelicatefeaturesofColonelValentineWalter。
Holmesgaveawhistleofsurprise。
“Youcanwritemedownanassthistime,Watson,“saidhe。“Thiswas
notthebirdthatIwaslookingfor。”
“Whoishe?“askedMycrofteagerly。
“TheyoungerbrotherofthelateSirJamesWalter,theheadofthe
SubmarineDepartment。Yes,yes;Iseethefallofthecards。Heis
comingto。Ithinkthatyouhadbestleavehisexaminationtome。”
Wehadcarriedtheprostratebodytothesofa。Nowourprisoner
satup,lookedroundhimwithahorror-strickenface,andpassedhis
handoverhisforehead,likeonewhocannotbelievehisownsenses。
“Whatisthis?“heasked。“IcameheretovisitMr。Oberstein。”
“Everythingisknown,ColonelWalter,“saidHolmes。“Howan
Englishgentlemancouldbehaveinsuchamannerisbeyondmy
comprehension。Butyourwholecorrespondenceandrelationswith
Obersteinarewithinourknowledge。Soalsoarethecircumstances
connectedwiththedeathofyoungCadoganWest。Letmeadviseyouto
gainatleastthesmallcreditforrepentanceandconfession,since
therearestillsomedetailswhichwecanonlylearnfromyourlips。”
Themangroanedandsankhisfaceinhishands。Wewaited,buthe
wassilent。
“Icanassureyou,“saidHolmes,“thateveryessentialisalready
known。Weknowthatyouwerepressedformoney;thatyoutookan
impressofthekeyswhichyourbrotherheld;andthatyouenteredinto
acorrespondencewithOberstein,whoansweredyourlettersthroughthe
advertisementcolumnsoftheDailyTelegraph。Weareawarethatyou
wentdowntotheofficeinthefogonMondaynight,butthatyou
wereseenandfollowedbyyoungCadoganWest,whohadprobablysome
previousreasontosuspectyou。Hesawyourtheft,butcouldnot
givethealarm,asitwasjustpossiblethatyouweretakingthe
paperstoyourbrotherinLondon。Leavingallhisprivateconcerns,
likethegoodcitizenthathewas,hefollowedyoucloselyinthe
fogandkeptatyourheelsuntilyoureachedthisveryhouse。Therehe
intervened,andthenitwas,ColonelWalter,thattotreasonyouadded
themoreterriblecrimeofmurder。”
“Ididnot!Ididnot!BeforeGodIswearthatIdidnot!“criedour
wretchedprisoner。
“Tellus,then,howCadoganWestmethisendbeforeyoulaidhim
upontheroofofarailwaycarriage。”
“Iwill。IsweartoyouthatIwill。Ididtherest。Iconfessit。
Itwasjustasyousay。AStockExchangedebthadtobepaid。Ineeded
themoneybadly。Obersteinofferedmefivethousand。Itwastosave
myselffromruin。Butastomurder,Iamasinnocentasyou。”
“Whathappened,then?“
“Hehadhissuspicionsbefore,andhefollowedmeasyoudescribe。I
neverknewituntilIwasattheverydoor。Itwasthickfog,and
onecouldnotseethreeyards。IhadgiventwotapsandOberstein
hadcometothedoor。Theyoungmanrushedupanddemandedtoknow
whatwewereabouttodowiththepapers。Obersteinhadashort
life-preserver。Healwayscarrieditwithhim。AsWestforcedhis
wayafterusintothehouseObersteinstruckhimonthehead。Theblow
wasafatalone。Hewasdeadwithinfiveminutes。Therehelayin
thehall,andwewereatourwit”sendwhattodo。ThenOberstein
hadthisideaaboutthetrainswhichhaltedunderhisbackwindow。But
firstheexaminedthepaperswhichIhadbrought。Hesaidthatthree
ofthemwereessential,andthathemustkeepthem。”Youcannotkeep
them”saidI。”TherewillbeadreadfulrowatWoolwichiftheyare
notreturned。””Imustkeepthem”saidhe,”fortheyaresotechnical
thatitisimpossibleinthetimetomakecopies。””Thentheymustall
gobacktogethertonight”saidI。Hethoughtforalittle,andthen
hecriedoutthathehadit。”ThreeIwillkeep”saidhe。”Theothers
wewillstuffintothepocketofthisyoungman。Whenheisfound
thewholebusinesswillassuredlybeputtohisaccount。Icouldsee
nootherwayoutofit,sowedidashesuggested。Wewaitedhalfan
houratthewindowbeforeatrainstopped。Itwassothickthat
nothingcouldbeseen,andwehadnodifficultyinloweringWest”s
bodyontothetrain。ThatwastheendofthemattersofarasIwas
concerned。”
“Andyourbrother?“
“Hesaidnothing,buthehadcaughtmeoncewithhiskeys,andI
thinkthathesuspected。Ireadinhisevesthathesuspected。As
youknow,heneverhelduphisheadagain。”
Therewassilenceintheroom。ItwasbrokenbyMycroftHolmes。
“Canyounotmakereparation?Itwouldeaseyourconscience,and
possiblyyourpunishment。”
“WhatreparationcanImake?“
“WhereisObersteinwiththepapers?“
“Idonotknow。”
“Didhegiveyounoaddress?“
“HesaidthatletterstotheHotelduLouvre,Paris,would
eventuallyreachhim。”
“Thenreparationisstillwithinyourpower,“saidSherlockHolmes。
“IwilldoanythingIcan。Iowethisfellownoparticular
good-will。Hehasbeenmyruinandmydownfall。
“Herearepaperandpen。Sitatthisdeskandwritetomydictation。
Directtheenvelopetotheaddressgiven。Thatisright。Nowthe
letter:
DearSir:
Withregardtoourtransaction,youwillnodoubthaveobservedby
nowthatoneessentialdetailismissing。Ihaveatracingwhich
willmakeitcomplete。Thishasinvolvedmeinextratrouble,however,
andImustaskyouforafurtheradvanceoffivehundredpounds。I
willnottrustittothepost,norwillItakeanythingbutgoldor
notes。Iwouldcometoyouabroad,butitwouldexciteremarkifI
leftthecountryatpresent。ThereforeIshallexpecttomeetyouin
thesmoking-roomoftheCharingCrossHotelatnoononSaturday。
RememberthatonlyEnglishnotes,orgold,willbetaken。
Thatwilldoverywell。Ishallbeverymuchsurprisedifitdoes
notfetchourman。”
Anditdid!Itisamatterofhistory-thatsecrethistoryofa
nationwhichisoften,somuchmoreintimateandinterestingthan
itspublicchronicles-thatOberstein,eagertocompletethecoupof
hislifetime,cametothelureandwassafelyengulfedforfifteen
yearsinaBritishprison。Inhistrunkwerefoundtheinvaluable
Bruce-Partingtonplans,whichhehadputupforauctioninallthe
navalcentresofEurope。
ColonelWalterdiedinprisontowardstheendofthesecondyear
ofhissentence。AstoHolmes,hereturnedrefreshedtohis
monographuponthePolyphonicMotetsofLassus,whichhassincebeen
printedforprivatecirculation,andissaidbyexpertstobethelast
worduponthesubject。SomeweeksafterwardsIlearnedincidentally
thatmyfriendspentadayatWindsor,whencehereturnedwitha
remarkablyfineemeraldtie-pin。WhenIaskedhimifhehadboughtit,
heansweredthatitwasapresentfromacertaingraciousladyin
whoseinterestshehadoncebeenfortunateenoughtocarryoutasmall
commission。Hesaidnomore;butIfancythatIcouldguessatthat
lady”saugustname,andIhavelittledoubtthattheemeraldpin
willforeverrecalltomyfriend”smemorytheadventureofthe
Bruce-Partingtonplans-
THEEND。
1893
SHERLOCKHOLMES
THEADVENTUREOFTHECARDBOARDBOX
bySirArthurConanDoyle
Inchoosingafewtypicalcaseswhichillustratetheremarkable
mentalqualitiesofmyfriend,SherlockHolmes,Ihaveendeavoured,as
faraspossible,toselectthosewhichpresentedtheminimumof
sensationalism,whileofferingafairfieldforhistalents。Itis,
however,unfortunatelyimpossibleentirelytoseparatethesensational
fromthecriminal,andachroniclerisleftinthedilemmathathe
musteithersacrificedetailswhichareessentialtohisstatementand
sogiveafalseimpressionoftheproblem,orhemustusematterwhich
chance,andnotchoice,hasprovidedhimwith。Withthisshortpreface
Ishallturntomynotesofwhatprovedtobeastrange,thougha
peculiarlyterrible,chainofevents。