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A STUDY IN SCARLET. By A. CONAN DOYLE. PART ONE. [Being a reprint from the reminiscences of John 11. tVatson, M. D., late of the army medical department ] '‘God forgive you!' cried Mme. Charpentier, throwing up her hands and sinking back in her chair. ‘Yon have murdered your brother. ’ “ ‘Arthur would rather that we spoke the truth,’ the gill answered firmly. “‘You had bc-t tell me all about-it now,’ I said. ‘Half confidences are worse than none. Besides yon do not know how much we know of it. ’ “ ‘On your head be it, Alice!' cried her mother, and then, turning to me: ‘I will tell you all, sir. Do not imagine that my agitation on behalf of my son arises from my fear lest he should have had a hand in this terrible affair. He is utterly innocent of it. My dread is, however, that in your eyes and in the eyes of others ho may apear to be com promised. That, however, is st rely im possible. His high character, his profes sion,his antecedents would all forbid it. ’ “ ‘Your best way is to make a clean breast of the facts, ’I answered. ‘De pend upon it, if your son is innocent, he will be nene the worse. ’ “ ‘Perhaps, Alice, you had better leave us together,’ she said, and her daughter withdrew. ‘Now, sir, ’ she con tinued, ‘I bad no intention of telling you all this, but since my poor daughter has disclose d it I have no alternative. Having once decided to speak, I will tell you all without omitting any par ticular. ’ “ ‘lt is your wisest course,’ said I. “ ‘Mr. Drebberhas been with ns near ly three weeks. Ho and his secretary, Mr. Stangerson, had been traveling on the continent. I noticed a “Copenha gen’’ label upon each of their trunks, showing that that had been their last stopping place. Stangerson was a quiet, reserved man, but his employer, I km sorry to say, was far otherwise. He was coarse in his habits and brutish in his ways. The very night of his arrival he liecame very much the worse for drink, and indeed after 12 o’clock in the day he could hardly ever be said to be sober. His manners toward the maidservants were disgustingly free and familiar. Worst of all, he speedily assumed the same attitude toward my daughter, Alice, and spoke to her more than once in away which, fortunately, she is too innocent to understand. On one occa sion ho actually seized her in his arms and embraced her—an outrage which caused his own secretary to reproach him for his unmanly conduct. ’ “ ‘But why did you stand all this?’ I asked. ‘I suppose that you can get rid of your boarders when you wish.’ “Mrs. Charpentier blushed at my per tinent question. ‘Would to God that I had given him notice on the very day he came,’she said. ‘But it was a sore temptation. They were paying a pound a day each, £l4 a week, and this is a slack season. 1 am a widow, and my boy in the navy has cost me much. I grudged to lose the money. J acted for the best. This last was too much, how ever, and I gave him notice to leave on account of it. That was the reason of his going. ’ “ ‘Well?’ “ ‘My heart grew light when I saw him drive away. My son is on leave just now, but I did not tell him anything of this, for his temper is violent, and he is passionately fond of his sister. When I closed the door behind them, a load seemed to be lifted from my mind. Alas! in less than an hour there was a ring at the bell, and I learned that Mr. Drebber had returned. He was much excited and evidently the worse for drink. He forced his way into the room where I was sitting with my daughter and made some incoherent remark about having missed his train. He then turned to Alice, and before my very face proposed to her that she should fly with him. “You are of age,” he said, “and there is no law to stop you. I have money enough and to spare. Never mind the old girl here, but come along with me now straight away. You shall live like a princess. ” Poor Alice was so fright ened that she shrunk away from him, but he caught her by the wrist and en deavored to draw her toward the door. I screamed, and at that moment my son Arthur came into the room. What hap pened then I do not know. I heard oaths and the confused sounds of a scuffle. I was too terrified to raise my head. When I did look up. I saw Arthur standing in the doorway laughing, with a stick in his hand. “I don’t think that fine fel low will trouble us again,’’ he said. “I will just go after him and see what he does with himself.” With those words he took his hat and started off down the street. The next morning we heard of Mr. Drebber’s mysterious death.’ “This statement came from Mrs. Charpentier’s lips with many gasps and pauses. At times she spoke so low that I could hardly catch the words. I made shorthand notes of all that she said, however, so that there should be no pos sibility of a mistake. ” “It’s quite exciting,” said Holmes, with a yawn. “What happened next?” “When Mrs. Charpentier paused,” the detective continued, “I saw that the whole case hung upon one point. Fixing her with my eye in away which I al ways found effective with women, 1 asked her at what hour her son returned. “ ‘I do not know, ’ she answered. “ ‘Not know?’ “ ‘No; he has a latchkey and let him self in. ’ “ ‘After you went to bed?’ “ * Yea. ’ *’ ‘When did you go to bed?’ “ ‘About 11. ’ “ ‘So your sou was gone at least two hours?’ “ ‘Yes.’ “ ‘Possibly four or five?’ “ es.' “ What was bo doing during that time?' “ Ido not know, ’ she answered, turn ing white to her very lips. “Os course after that there was noth ing more to be done. I found out where Lieutenant Charpentier was, took two officers with me and arrested him. When 1 touched him on the shoulder and warned him to come quietly with us, he answered us as bold as brass, ‘I suppose you are arresting me for being concerned in the death of that scoundrel Drebber, ’he said. We had said nothing to him about it, so that his alluding to it had a most suspicious aspect ” “Very,” said Holmes. “He still carried the heavy stick which tho mother described him as having with him when he followed Drebber. It was a stout oak cudgel. ” “What is your theory, then?” “Well, my theory is that he followed Drebber as far as the Brixton road. When there, a fresh altercation arose between them, in the course of which Drebber received a blow from the stick, in the pit of the stomach perhaps, which killed him without leaving any mark. The night was so wet that no one was about, so Charpentier dragged tho body of his victim into the empty house. As to the candle, and the blood, and the writing on the wall, and the ring, they may all be so many tricks to throw the police on to the wrong scent. ” “Well done!” said Holmes in an en couraging voice. “Really, Greg-on, you are getting along. We shall make some thing of you yet. ” “I flatter myself that I have managed it rath' r neatly,” the detective answer ed proudly. “Tho young man volun teered a statement, in which he said that after following Drebber some time the latter perc aived him and took a cab in order to get away from him. On his way home ho met an old shipmate and took a long walk with him. On being asked where this old shipmate lived, he was unable to give tiny satisfactory re ply. I think the whole case fits together uncommonly well. What amuses me is to think of Lestrade, who had started off upon tho wrong scent. lam afraid he won’t make much of it. Why, by Jove, here’s the very man himself!” It was indeed Lestrade, who had as cended the stairs while wo were talking, and who now entered the room. The as surance and jauntiness which generally marked his demeanor and dress were, however, wanting. His face was disturb ed ami troubled, while his clothes were disarranged and untidy. He had evi dently come with the intention of con sulting with Sherlock Holmes, for on perceiving his colleague ho appeared to be embarrassed and put out. He stood in the center of the room, fumbling nerv ously with his hat and uncertain what to do. “This is a most extraordinary case,” ho said at last, “a most incom prehensible affair. ” “Ah, you find it so, Mr. Lestrade!” cried Gregson triumphantly. “I thought you would come to that conclusion. Have you managed to find the secretary, Mr. Joseph Stangerson?” “The secretary, Mr. Joseph Stanger son,” said Lestrade gravely, “was mur dered at Halliday’s Private hotel about 6 o’clock this morning. ” CHAPTER VII. The intelligence with which Lestrade greeted us was so momentous and so un expected that we were all three fairly dumfounded. Gregson sprang out of his chair and upset the remainder of his whisky and water. I stared in silence at Sherlock Holmes, whose lips were com pressed and his brows drawn down over his eyes. “Stangerson, tool” he muttered. “The plot thickens.” “It was quite thick enough before,” grumbled Lestrade, taking a chair. “1 seem to have dropped into a sort of council of war. ” “Ato you—are you sure of this piece of intelligence?” stammered Gregson. “I have just come from Ms room, ” said Lestrade. “I was the first to dis cover what had occurred. ” “Wo have been hearing Gregson’s view of the matter,” Holmes observed. “Would you mind letting us know’ what you have seen and done?” “I have no objection, ” Lestrade an swered, seating himself. “I freely con fess that I was of the opinion that Stangerson was concerned in the death of Drebber. This fresh development has shown me that I was completely mis taken. Full of the one idea, I set myself to find out what had become of the sec retary. They had been seen together at Euston station about half past 8 on the evening of the 3d. At 2in the morning Drebber had been found in the Brixton road. Tho question which confronted me was to find out how Stangerson had been employed between 8:30 and the time of the crime and what had become of him afterward. I telegraphed to Liv erpool giving a description of the man and warning them to keep a watch upon the American boats. I then set to work calling upon all the hotels and lodging houses in the vicinity of Euston. You see, I argued that if Drebber and his companion had become separated the natural course for the latter would be to put up somewhere in the vicinity for the night and then to hang about the station again next morning.” “They would be likely to agree on some meeting place beforehand,” re marked Holmes. “So it proved. 1 spent the whole of yesterday evening in making inquiries entirely without avail. This morning I began very early, and at 8 o’clock I reached Halliday’s Private hotel in Lit tle George street On my inquiry as to whether a Mr. Stangerson was living there they at once answered me in the affirmative. “ ‘No doubt you are the gentleman he was expecting, ’ they said. ‘He has been waiting for a gentleman for two days. ’ “ ‘Where is he now?’ I asked. “ ‘He is up stairs in bed. He wished to be called at 9. ’ “It seemed to me that my sudden ap pearance might shake his nerves and lead him to say something unguarded. The boots volunteered to show mo the room. It was on tho second floor, and there was a small corridor leading up to it Tho boots pointed out the door to me and was about to go down stairs again when I saw something that made mo feel sickish, in spite cf my 20 years’ • experience. From under the door there curled a little red ribbon of blood, which had meandered across the passage and formed a little pool along the skirting at the other side. I gave a cry, which brought the boots back. He nearly fainted when he saw it. Tiie door was locked on the inside, but we our ■ shoulders to it and knocked it in. The window of tho room was open, and be side tho window, all huddled up, lay the body of a man in his nightdress. He was quite dead and had been for some time, for his limbs were rigid and cold. When we turned him over, the boots recognized him at once as being the same gentleman who had engaged the room under the name of Joseph Stangerson. The cause of death was a deep stab in the left side, which must have penetrated the heart. And now comes the strangest part of the affair. What do you suppose was above the murdered man?” 1 felt a creeping of the flesh and a pre sentiment of coming horror, even before i Sherlock Holmes answered. “The word ‘Rache, ’ written in letters I of blood, ” he said. “That was it, ” said Lestrade in an awestruck voice, and we were all silent for awhile. There was something so methodical and so incomprehensible about the deeds of this unknown assassin that it im parted a fresh ghastliness to his crimes. My nerves, which were steady enough on the field of battle, tingled as I thought of it. “The man was seen, ” continued Le strade. “A milkboy, passing on his way to the dairy, happened to walk down the lane which leads from the mews at the back of the hotel. He noticed that a ladder, which usually lay there, was raised against one of the windows of the second floor, which was wide open. Aft ler passing he looked back and saw a I man descend the ladder He came down so quietly and openly that the boy im , agined him to bo some carpenter or joiner at work in the hotel. He took no particular notice of him beyond think ing in his own mind that it was early \ for him to bo at work. He has an im i pression that the man was tall, had a reddish face and was dressed in a long brownish coat. Ho must have staid in tho room some little time after the mur , dor, for we found blood stained water in ! the basin, where he had washed his hands, and marks on the sheets where he had deliberately wiped his knife. ” I glanced at Holmes on hearing the description of the murderer, which tal lied so exactly with his own. There was, however, no trace of exultation or satis faction upon his face. “Did you find nothing in the room which could furnish a clew to the mur derer?” ho asked. “Nothing. Stangerson had Drebber’s purso in his pocket, but it seems that this was usual, as he did all the paying. There was eighty odd pounds in it, but nothing had been taken. Whatever the motives of these extraordinary crimes, robbery is certainly not one of them. There were no papers or memoranda in the murdered man’s pocket, except asin glo telegram, dated from Cleveland about a month ago and containing the words, ‘J. H. is in Europe.’ There was no name appended to this message. ” “And there was nothing else?” Holmes asked. “Nothing of any importance. The man’s novel, with which he had read himself to sleep, was lying upon the bed, and his pipe was on a chair beside him. There was a glass of water on the table, and on the window sill a small chip ointment box containing a couple of pills. ” Sherlock Holmes sprang from his chair with an exclamation of delight. “The last link, ” he cried exultantly. “My case is complete. ” The two detectives stared at him in amazement. “I have now in my bands, ” my com panion said confidently, “all the threads which have formed such a tangle. There are, of course, details to be tilled in, but I am as certain of all tho main facts, from the time that Drebber parted from Stangerson at the station up to the dis covery of the body of the latter, as if I bad seen them with my own eyes. I will give you a proof of my knowledge. Could you lay your hand upon those pills?” “I have them,” said Lestrade, pro ducing a small white box. “I took them, and the purse, and the telegram, in tending to have them put in a place cf safety at the police station. It was the merest chance, my taking these pills, for I am bound to say that I do not attach any importance to them. ” “Give them here,” said Holmes. “Now, doctor,” turning to me, “are those ordinary pills?” They certainly were not. They were of a pearly gray color, small, round and almost transparent against tho light. “From their lightness and transparency I should imagine that they are soluble in water, ” I remarked. “Precisely so,” answered Holmes. “Now, would you mind going down and fetching that poor little devil of a ter rier which has been bad so long, and which the landlady wanted you to put out of its pain yesterday?” I went down stairs and carried the dog up stairs in my arms. Its labored breathing and glazing eye showed that it was not far from its end. Indeed its snow white muzzle proclaimed that it had already exceeded the usual term of canine existence. I placed it upon a cushion on the rug. “I will now cut one of these pills in two,” said Holmes, and drawing his ! penknife he suited the action to the word. “One half we return into the tox for the future purposes. The other half I will place in this wineglass, in which is a teaspoonful of water. You perceive that our friend, the doctor, is right, and that it readily dissolves. ” “This may be very interesting,” said Lestrade in tbe injured tone cf one who njspects that he is beius laughed at- “I cannot see, however, what it has to do with the death of Air. Joseph Stangerson. ” “Patience, my friend, patience! You will find in time that it has everything to do with it. 1 shall now add a little milk to make the mixture palatable, and on presenting it to the dog we find that he laps it up readily enough.” As he spoke he tm '.ed the contents of the wineglass into a saucer and placed it in front of the terrier, who speedily licked it dry. Sherlock Holmes’ earnest demeanor had so far convinced us that we all sat in silence, watching the ani mal intently and expecting some star tling effect. None such appeared, how ever. The dog continued to lie stretched upon the cushion, breathing in a labored way, but apparently neither the better nor the worse for its draft. Holmes had taken out his watch, and as minute followed minute without re sult an expression of the utmost cha grin and disappointment appeared upon his features. Ho gnawed bis lip, drum med his fingers upon the table and showed every other symptom of acute impatience. So great was his emotion that 1 felt sincerely sorry for him, while the two detectives smiled derisively, by no means displeased at this check which he had met “It can’t be a coincidence, ” he cried, at last springing from his chair and pacing wildly up and down the room. “It is impossible that it should boa mere coincidence. The very pills which I suspected in the case of Drebber are actually found after the dea s h of Stan gerson. And yet they are inert. What car. it mean? Surely my whole chain of reasoning cannot have been false. It is impossible! And yet this wretched dog is none the worse. Ah, I have it! I have it!" With a perfect shriek of delight he rushed to the box, cut the other pill in two, dissolved it, added milk and pre sented it to the terrier. The unfortunate creature’s tongue seemed hardly to have been moistened in it before it gave a convulsive shiver in every limb and lay as rigid and lifeless as if it had been struck by lightning. Sherlock Holmes drew a long breath and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. “I should have more faith,” he said. “I ought to know by this time that when a fact appears to be opposed to a long train of deductions it invari ably proves to be capable of bearing some other interpretation. Os the two pills in that box one was the most dead ly poison, and the other was entirely harmless. 1 ought to have known that before ever I saw the box at all. ” This last statement appeared to me to bo so startling that I could hardly be lieve that ho was in his sober senses. There was the dead dog, however, to prove that his conjecture had been cor rect. It seemed to me that die mists in my own mind were gradually clearing away, and I began to have a dim, vague perception of the truth. “All this seems strange to you,” con tinued Holmes, “because you failed at the beginning of the inquiry to grasp ’.he importance of the single real clew which was presented to you. 1 had the good fortune to seize upon that, and ev erything which has occurred since then has served to confirm my original sup position and indeed was the logical se quence of it. Hence things which have perplexed you and made the case more obscure have served to enlighten me and to strengthen my conclusions. It is a mistake to confound strangeness with mystery. The most commonplace crime is often the most mysterious because it presents no new or special features from which deductions may be drawn. This murder would have been infinitely more difficult to unravel had the body of the victim been simply found lying in the roadway without any of those outre and sensational accompaniments which have rendered it remarkable. These strange details, far from making the case more difficult, have really had the effect of making it less so. ” Mr. Gregson, who had listened to this address with considerable impatience, could contain himself no longer. “Look here, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,” he said, “we are all ready to acknowledge that you are a smart man, and that you have your own methods of working. We want something more than mere theory and preaching now, though. It is a case of taking the man. I have made my case out, and it seems I was wrong. Young Charpentier could not have been engaged in this second affair. Lestrado went after his man, Stangerson, and it appears that he was wrong too. You have thrown out hints here and hints there and seem to know more than we do, but the time has come when we feel that we have a right to ask you straight how much you do know of the' business. Can ycu name the man who did it?” “I cannot help feeling that Gregson is right, sir,” remarked Lestrade. “We have both tried, and we have both failed. You have remarked more than once since I have been in the room that you had all the evidence which you require. Surely you will not withhold it any lon ger. ” “Any delay in arresting the assassin, ” I observed, “might give him time to perpetrate some fresh atrocity. ” Thus pressed by us all, Holmes showed signs of irresolution. He continued to walk up and down the room with his head sunk on his chest and his brows drawn down, as was his habit when lost in thought. “There will be no more murders, ” he said at last, stopping abruptly and facing us. “You can put that consideration out of the question. You have asked me if I know the name of the assassin. Ida The mere knowing of his name is a small thing, however, compared with the power of laying our hands upon him. This I expect very shortly to do. I have good hopes of managing it through my own arrangements, but. it is a thing which needs delicate handling, for we have a shrewd and desperate man tcdeal with, whois supported, as I have had occasion to prove, by another, who ii as clever as himself. As loag as this man hat bo idea that any one ean have a clew there is some chance of securing him, but if he had the slightest suspicion he would change his name and vanish in an instant among the 4,000,000 in habitants of this great city. Without meaning to hurt either of your feelings I am bound to say that I consider these men to be more than a match for the official force, and that is why I have not asked your assistance. If 1 fail, I shall of course incur all the blame due to this omission, but that I am prepared for. At present I am ready to promise that the instant that I can communicate with you without endangering my own com binations I shall do so.” Gregson and Lestrade seemed to be far from satisfied by this assurance or by the depreciating allusion to the de tective police. The former had flushed up to the roots of his flaxen hair, while the other’s beady eyes glistened with cu riosity and resentment. Neither of them had time to speak, however, before there was a tap at the door and the spokesman of the street arabs, young Wiggins, in troduced his insignificant and unsavory person. “Please, sir,” he said, touching bis forelock, “I have the cab down stairs. ” “Good boy,” said Holmes blandly. “Why don’t you introduce this pattern at Scotland Yard?” he continued, taking a pair of steel handcuffs from a drawer. “See how beautifully the springs works. They fasten in an instant” “The old pattern is good enough, ” re marked Lestrade, “if we can find the man to put them on. ” “Very good, very good, ” said Holmes, smiling. “The cabman may as well help me with my boxes. Just ask him to step up, Wiggins. ” I was surprised to find my companion speaking, as though he were about to set out on a journey, since he had not said anything to me about it There was a small pormanteau in the room, and this he pulled out and began to strap. He was busily engaged at it when the cabman entered the room. “Just give me a help with this buckle, cabman, ” he said, kneeling over his task and never turning his head. The fellow came forward with a some what sullen, defiant air and put down his hands to assist At that instant there was a sharp click, the jangling of metal, and Sherlock Holmes sprang to his feet again. “Gentlemen, ” he cried, with flashing eyes, “let me introduce you to Mr. Jef ferson Hope, the murderer of Enoch Drebber and of Joseph Stangerson.” The whole thing occurred in a mo ment, so quickly that I had no time to realize it I have a vivid recollection of that instant, of Holmes’ triumphant ex pression and the ring of his voice, of the cabman’s dazed, savage face as he glared at the glittering handcuffs, which had appeared as if by magic up on his wrists. For a second or two we might have been a group of statues. Then, with an inarticulate roar of fury, the prisoner wrenched himself free from Holmes’ grasp and hurled himself through the window. Woodwork and glass gave way before him, but before he got quite through Gregson, Lestrade and Holmes sprang upon him like so many staghounds. He was dragged back into the room, and then commenced a terrific conflict. So powerful and so fierce was he that the four of us were shaken off again and again. He appeared to have the convulsive strength of a man in an epileptic fit. His face and hands were terribly man gled by the passage through the glass, but loss of blood had no effect in dimin ishing his resistance. It was not until Lestrado succeeded in getting his hand inside his neck cloth and half stran gling him that we made him realize that his struggles were of no avail, and even then we felt no security until we had pinioned his feet as well as his hands. That done, we rose to our feet breathless ami panting. “We have his cab,’’said Sherlock Holmes. “It will serve to take him to Scotland Yard. And now, gentlemen,” he continued, with a pleasant smile, “we have reached the end of our little mystery. You are very welcome to put any questions that you like to mo now, and there is no danger that I will refuse to answer them. ” [CONTINUED.] i FLOWER AND TREE. The cherre pongee gourd, which grow* in India, increases its length throe times daily for 84 days. Cold coffee has been ksswii to be good for watering plants occasionally, and it is especially so for the hyacinth. There is a grapevine at Oya, Portugal, which bears a sufficient amount of grapes to make an average of 150 gallons of wine a year. An Orange City (Fla.) woman has a rosebush 8 feet tall, with a spread of 6 feet, and on which has been grafted or budded more than a score of varieties from deep red to pure white. 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