首页 >出版文学> Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes>第33章
  ”Theywerecertainlyverymuchlargerthananywhichhecouldhavemade,andwereevidentlyquitefresh。Itrainedhardthisafternoon,asyouknow,andmypatientsweretheonlypeoplewhocalled。Itmusthavebeenthecase,then,thatthemaninthewaiting-roomhad,forsomeunknownreason,whileIwasbusywiththeother,ascendedtotheroomofmyresidentpatient。Nothinghasbeentouchedortaken,buttherewerethefootprintstoprovethattheintrusionwasanundoubtedfact。”Mr。BlessingtonseemedmoreexcitedoverthematterthanIshouldhavethoughtpossible,thoughofcourseitwasenoughtodisturbanybody’speaceofmind。Heactuallysatcryinginanarm-chair,andIcouldhardlygethimtospeakcoherently。ItwashissuggestionthatIshouldcomeroundtoyou,andofcourseIatoncesawtheproprietyofit,forcertainlytheincidentisaverysingularone,thoughheappearstocompletelyovertakeitsimportance。Ifyouwouldonlycomebackwithmeinmybrougham,youwouldatleastbeabletosoothehim,thoughIcanhardlyhopethatyouwillbeabletoexplainthisremarkableoccurrence。”
  SherlockHolmeshadlistenedtothislongnarrativewithanintentnesswhichshowedmethathisinterestwaskeenlyaroused。Hisfacewasasimpassiveasever,buthislidshaddroopedmoreheavilyoverhiseyes,andhissmokehadcurledupmorethicklyfromhispipetoemphasizeeachcuriousepisodeinthedoctor’stale。Asourvisitorconcluded,Holmessprangupwithoutaword,handedmemyhat,pickedhisownfromthetable,andfollowedDr。Trevelyantothedoor。Withinaquarterofanhourwehadbeendrippedatthedoorofthephysician’sresidenceinBrookStreet,oneofthosesombre,flat-facedhouseswhichoneassociateswithaWest-Endpractice。Asmallpageadmittedus,andwebeganatoncetoascendthebroad,well-carpetedstair。
  Butasingularinterruptionbroughtustoastandstill。Thelightatthetopwassuddenlywhiskedout,andfromthedarknesscameareedy,quiveringvoice。”Ihaveapistol,”itcried。”IgiveyoumywordthatI’llfireifyoucomeanynearer。””Thisreallygrowsoutrageous,Mr。Blessington,”criedDr。Trevelyan。”Oh,thenitisyou,doctor,”saidthevoice,withagreatheaveofrelief。”Butthoseothergentlemen,aretheywhattheypretendtobe?”
  Wewereconsciousofalongscrutinyoutofthedarkness。”Yes,yes,it’sallright,”saidthevoiceatlast。”Youcancomeup,andIamsorryifmyprecautionshaveannoyedyou。”
  Herelitthestairgasashespoke,andwesawbeforeusasingular-lookingman,whoseappearance,aswellashisvoice,testifiedtohisjanglednerves。Hewasveryfat,buthadapparentlyatsometimebeenmuchfatter,sothattheskinhungabouthisfaceinloosepouches,likethecheeksofablood-hound。Hewasofasicklycolor,andhisthin,sandyhairseemedtobristleupwiththeintensityofhisemotion。Inhishandheheldapistol,buthethrustitintohispocketasweadvanced。”Good-evening,Mr。Holmes,”saidhe。”IamsureIamverymuchobligedtoyouforcominground。NooneeverneededyouradvicemorethanIdo。IsupposethatDr。Trevelyanhastoldyouofthismostunwarrantableintrusionintomyrooms。””Quiteso,”saidHolmes。”WhoarethesetowmenMr。
  Blessington,andwhydotheywishtomolestyou?””Well,well,”saidtheresidentpatient,inanervousfashion,”ofcourseitishardtosaythat。Youcanhardlyexpectmetoanswerthat,Mr。Holmes。””Doyoumeanthatyoudon’tknow?””Comeinhere,ifyouplease。Justhavethekindnesstostepinhere。”
  Heledthewayintohisbedroom,whichwaslargeandcomfortablyfurnished。”Youseethat,”saidhe,pointingtoabigblackboxattheendofhisbed。”Ihaveneverbeenaveryrichman,Mr。Holmes——nevermadebutoneinvestmentinmylife,asDr。Trevelyanwouldtellyou。ButIdon’tbelieveinbankers。Iwouldnevertrustabanker,Mr。
  Holmes。Betweenourselves,whatlittleIhaveisinthatbox,soyoucanunderstandwhatitmeanstomewhenunknownpeopleforcethemselvesintomyrooms。”
  HolmeslookedatBlessingtoninhisquestioningwayandshookhishead。”Icannotpossiblyadviseyouifyoutrytodeceiveme,”saidhe。”ButIhavetoldyoueverything。”
  Holmesturnedonhisheelwithagestureofdisgust。”Good-night,Dr。Trevelyan,”saidhe。”Andnoadviceforme?”criedBlessington,inabreakingvoice。”Myadvicetoyour,sir,istospeakthetruth。”
  Aminutelaterwewereinthestreetandwalkingforhome。WehadcrossedOxfordStreetandwerehalfwaydownHarleyStreetbeforeIcouldgetawordfrommycompanion。”Sorrytobringyououtonsuchafool’serrand,Watson,”hesaidatlast。”Itisaninterestingcase,too,atthebottomofit。””Icanmakelittleofit,”Iconfessed。”Well,itisquiteevidentthattherearetwomen——more,perhaps,butatleasttwo——whoaredeterminedforsomereasontogetatthisfellowBlessington。IhavenodoubtinmymindthatbothonthefirstandonthesecondoccasionthatyoungmanpenetratedtoBlessington’sroom,whilehisconfederate,byaningeniousdevice,keptthedoctorfrominterfering。””Andthecatalepsy?””Afraudulentimitation,Watson,thoughIshouldhardlydaretohintasmuchtoourspecialist。Itisaveryeasycomplainttoimitate。Ihavedoneitmyself。””Andthen?””BythepurestchanceBlessingtonwasoutoneachoccasion。Theirreasonforchoosingsounusualanhourforaconsultationwasobviouslytoinsurethatthereshouldbenootherpatientinthewaiting-room。
  Itjusthappened,however,thatthishourcoincidedwithBlessington’sconstitutional,whichseemstoshowthattheywerenotverywellacquaintedwithhisdailyroutine。Ofcourse,iftheyhadbeenmerelyafterplundertheywouldatleasthavemadesomeattempttosearchforit。Besides,Icanreadinaman’seyewhenitishisownskinthatheisfrightenedfor。Itisinconceivablethatthisfellowcouldhavemadetwosuchvindictiveenemiesastheseappeartobewithoutknowingofit。Iholdit,therefore,tobecertainthathedoesknowwhothesemenare,andthatforreasonsofhisownhesuppressesit。Itisjustpossiblethatto-morrowmayfindhiminamorecommunicativemood。””Istherenotonealternative,”Isuggested,”grotesquelyimprobably,nodoubt,butstilljustconceivable?MightthewholestoryofthecatalepticRussianandhissonbeaconcoctionofDr。
  Trevelyan’s,whohas,forhisownpurposes,beeninBlessington’srooms?”
  IsawinthegaslightthatHolmesworeanamusedsmileatthisbrilliantdepartureofmine。”Mydearfellow,”saidhe,”itwasoneofthefirstsolutionswhichoccurredtome,butIwassoonabletocorroboratethedoctor’stale。Thisyoungmanhasleftprintsuponthestair-carpetwhichmadeitquitesuperfluousformetoasktoseethosewhichhehadmadeintheroom。WhenItellyouthathisshoesweresquare-toedinsteadofbeingpointedlikeBlessington’s,andwerequiteaninchandathirdlongerthanthedoctor’s,youwillacknowledgethattherecanbenodoubtastohisindividuality。Butwemaysleeponitnow,forIshallbesurprisedifwedonothearsomethingfurtherfromBrookStreetinthemorning。”
  SherlockHolmes’sprophecywassoonfulfilled,andinadramaticfashion。Athalf-pastsevennextmorning,inthefirstglimmerofdaylight,Ifoundhimstandingbymybedsideinhisdressing-gown。”There’sabroughamwaitingforus,Watson,”saidhe。”What’sthematter,then?””TheBrookStreetbusiness。””Anyfreshnews?””Tragic,butambiguous,”saidhe,pullinguptheblind。”Lookatthis——asheetfromanote-book,with’ForGod’ssakecomeatonce——P。T。,’scrawleduponitinpencil。Ourfriend,thedoctor,washardputtoitwhenhewrotethis。Comealong,mydearfellow,forit’sanurgentcall。”
  Inaquarterofanhourorsowewerebackatthephysician’shouse。Hecamerunningouttomeetuswithafaceofhorror。”Oh,suchabusiness!”hecried,withhishandstohistemples。”Whatthen?””Blessingtonhascommittedsuicide!”
  Holmeswhistled。”Yes,hehangedhimselfduringthenight。”
  Wehadentered,andthedoctorhadprecededusintowhatwasevidentlyhiswaiting-room。”IreallyhardlyknowwhatIamdoing,”hecried。”Thepolicearealreadyupstairs。Ithasshakenmemostdreadfully。””Whendidyoufinditout?””Hehasacupofteatakenintohimearlyeverymorning。Whenthemaidentered,aboutseven,theretheunfortunatefellowwashanginginthemiddleoftheroom。Hehadtiedhiscordtothehookonwhichtheheavylampusedtohang,andhehadjumpedofffromthetopoftheveryboxthatheshowedusyesterday。”