The Adventure of the Three Garridebs: Part One

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Now, your cost is at "Shoppy-Fi.com" now. I'm Hugh Bonneville and welcome to Sherlock Holmes' short stories, the series where we delve into the files of Fiction's most brilliant detective,

following his keen mind and unerring instincts from the first subtle clue to the final dramatic revelation.

This time, Holmes is hired by an eccentric collector named Nathan Garrett-M. He brings with him a curious tale. A man from America claims that if three men bearing the same surname can be found, they stand to inherit a vast fortune. It sounds absurd, yet the American calling himself John Garrett-M insists it's genuine. Something about the story feels off, and when money, greed and identity collide, the case takes a darker turn than anyone could have imagined. From the Neuser podcast network, this is the adventure of the three Garrett-Ebs, Part One.

It may have been a comedy, or it may have been a tragedy. It cost one man his reason. It cost me a bloodletting, and it cost yet another man the penalties of the law. Yet there was certainly an element of comedy. Well, you shall judge for yourselves.

“I remember the date very well for it was in the same month that Holmes refused a nighthood for services which may perhaps someday be described.”

I only refer to the matter in passing for in my position of partner and confidant, I am obliged to be particularly careful to avoid any indiscretion. I repeat, however, that this enables me to fix the date, which was the latter end of June 1902, shortly after the conclusion of the South African War. Holmes had spent several days in bed as was his habit from time to time, but he emerged that morning with a long full-scapped document in his hand, and a twinkle of amusement in his or steer gray eyes.

"There is a chance for you to make some money, friend Watson," said he. "Have you ever heard the name of Gallaudet Deb?" I admitted that I had not. "Well, if you can lay your hand upon a Gallaudet Deb, there's money in it. Why?" "Ah, that's a long story. Rather of whimsical one too. I don't think in all our explorations of human complexities. We have ever come upon anything more singular. The fellow will be here presently for cross-examination, so I won't open the matter up until he comes, but, meanwhile, that's the name we want."

The telephone directory lay on the table beside me, and I turned over the pages in a rather hopeless quest. But, to my amazement, there was this strange name in its due place. I gave a cry of triumph. "Here it is!" Holmes took the book from my hand. "Garaudet Deb N," he read. "136 Little Rider Street W. Sorry to disappoint you, my dear Watson, but this is the man himself. That is the address upon his letter. We want another to match him." Mrs. Hudson had come in with a card upon a tray. "I took it up and glanced at it. Why? Here it is!" I cried in amazement.

"This is a different initial. John Gary Deb, counselor at Law, Morville, Kansas, USA."

“Holmes smiled as he looked at the card. "I am afraid you must make yet another effort Watson," said he.”

"This gentleman is also in the plot already, though I certainly did not expect to see him this morning. However, he is in a position to tell us a good deal which I want to know."

A moment later, he was in the room. Mr. John Gary Deb, counselor at Law, was a short, powerful man with the round, fresh, clean shaven face characteristic of so many American men of affairs.

His eyes, however, were arresting. Seldom in any human head, have I seen a pair which bespoke a more intense inward life, so bright were they so alert, so responsive to every change of thought.

His accent was American but was not accompanied by any eccentricity of speech. "Mr. Holmes," he asked, "glancing from one to the other."

“"Ah, yes, your pictures are not unlike you, sir, if I may say so. I believe you have had a letter from my name's sake, Mr. Nathan Gary Deb, have you not?"”

"A praise it down," said Sherlock Holmes. "We shall, I fancy, have a good deal to discuss. He took up his sheets of full scab."

"You are, of course, the Mr. John Gary Deb mentioned in this document, but surely you have been in England some time. Why do you say that, Mr. Holmes?" "I seemed to read certain suspicion in those expressive eyes. Your whole outfit is English."

"Mr. Gary Deb forced a love. I've read of your tricks, Mr. Holmes, but I never thought I would be the subject of them. Where do you read that?"

"The shoulder-cut of your coat, the toes of your boots could anyone doubt it?" "Well, well, I had no idea, I was so obvious, a Britisher. But business brought me over here some time ago, and so as you say, my outfit is nearly all undone. However, I guess your time is a value, and we did not meet to talk about the cut of my socks. What about getting down to that paper you hold in your hand?" Holmes had in some way ruffled, our visitor, whose chubby face had assumed a far less amiable expression. "Patience, patience, Mr. Gary Deb," said my friend in a soothing voice.

"Dr. Watson would tell you that these little digressions of mine sometimes prove in the end to have some bearing on the matter. But why did Mr. Nathan Gary Deb not come with you? Why did he ever drag you into it at all?" "Asked our visitor with a sudden outflame of anger. What in Thunder had you to do with it? Here was a bit of professional business between two gentlemen, and one of them must need to call in a detective?"

“"I saw him this morning, and he told me this fool trick he had played me, and that's why I am here. But I feel bad about it all the same."”

"There was no reflection upon you, Mr. Gary Deb. It was simply zeal upon his part to gain your end, and end, which is I understand equally vital for both of you." "He knew that I had means of getting information, and therefore it was very natural that he should apply to me." "A visitor's angry face gradually cleared. Well, that puts it different," said he. "When I went to see him this morning, and he told me he had sent to a detective, I just asked for your address and came right away. I don't want police budding into a private matter. But if you are content, just to help us find the man, there can be no harm in that."

"Well, that is just how it stands," said Holmes. "And now, sir, since you are here, we had best have a clear account from your own lips. My friend here knows nothing of the details."

“"Mr. Gary Deb surveyed me with not two friendlier gaze. Need he know?" he asked. "We usually work together. Well, there is no reason it should be kept a secret. I'll give you the facts as short as I can make them."”

"If you came from Kansas, I would not need to explain to you who Alexander Hamilton, Gary Deb was. He made his money in real estate, and afterwards in the wheat pit at Chicago. But he spent it in buying up as much land as would make one of your counties, lying along the Arkansas River west of Fort Dodge. It's grazing land and lumber land and arable land and mineralized land. And just every sort of land, that brings dollars to the man that owns it. He had no kiss nor kin, or if he had, I never heard of it. But he took a kind of pride in the queerness of his name. That was what brought us together. I was in the law at Topeka. And one day I had a visit from the old man and he was tickled a death to meet another man with his own name.

"I told him I was a busy man and could not spend my life hiking around the world in search of Gary Debbs."

“"None the less," said he. "That is just what you will do if things pan out as I pan them." I thought he was joking, but there was a powerful lot of meaning in the words as I was soon to discover.”

For he died within a year of saying them, and he left a will behind him. It was the quearest will that has ever been filed in the state of Kansas. His property was divided into three parts, and I was to have one. On condition that I found two Gary Debbs who would share the remainder. It's five million dollars for each if it is a cent, but we can't lay a finger on it until we all free stand in a row. It was so big a chance that I just let my legal practice slide, and I set forth looking for Gary Debbs. There is not one in the United States.

I went through it sir with a fine toothed comb, and never a Gary Debb could I catch. Then I tried the old country. Sure enough, there was the name in the London telephone directory.

I went after him two days ago and explained the whole matter to him, but he is a lone man like myself with some women relations, but no men. It says three adult men in the will. So you see we still have a vacancy, and if you can help to fill it, we will be very ready to pay your charges.

Well, Watson said homes were the smile. I said it was rather whimsical, did I not? I should have thought sir that your obvious way was to advertise in the agony columns of the papers.

“I have done that, Mr. Holmes. No replies. Dear me, well, it is certainly a most curious little problem. I may take a glance at it in my leisure. By the way, it is curious that you should have come from Topeka.”

I used to have a correspondence. Did now, old Dr. Licenda Star, who was mere in 1890. Good old Dr. Star said our visitor. His name is still honored. Well, Mr. Holmes, I suppose all we can do is to report to you and let you know how we progress. I reckon you will hear within a day or two. With this assurance our American bowed and departed. Holmes had lit his pipe and he sat for some time with a curious smile upon his face. Well, I asked it last. I am wondering what's in just wondering at what? Holmes took his pipe from his lips. I was wondering what an earth could be the object of this man in telling a such a rigmarole of lies.

I nearly asked him, so, for there are times when a brutal frontal attack is the best policy, but I judged it better to let him think he had fooled us. Here is a man with an English coat, frayed at the elbow and trousers bagged at the knee with a year's wear, and yet by this document and by his own account, he is a provincial American, literally landed in London. There have been no advertisements in the agony columns, you know, that I miss nothing there. They are my favorite cupboard for putting up a bird, and I would never have overlooked such a cockfessent as that.

“I never knew a doctor-licenda star of Tupica, touching where you would, he was false. I think the fellow is really an American, but he has warned his accent smooth with the years of London. What is his game then?”

And what motive lies behind this preposterous search for "gathered depths"? It's worth our attention for granting that the man is a rascal, he is certainly a complex and ingenious one. We must now find out if our other correspondent is a fraud also. Just ring him up, Watson. I did so, and heard a thin, quavering voice at the other end of the line. My friend took the instrument and I heard the usual syncopated dialogue. Yes, he has been here. I understand that you don't know him. How long? Only two days. Yes, of course, it is a most captivating prospect. Will you be at home this evening?

I understand from more note that you did not go out often. We shall be round about six. You need not mention it to the American lawyer. Very good. Goodbye.

It was twilight of a lovely spring evening, and even little rider street, one of the smaller offshoots from the edge where road, with an astone cast of old type and tree of evil memory, looked golden and wonderful in the slanting rays of the setting sun.

“The particular house to which we were directed was a large old-fashioned early Georgian edifice, with a flat brick face broken only by two deep bay windows on the ground floor.”

It was on this ground floor that our client lived, and indeed the low windows proved to be the front of the huge room in which he spent his waking hours.

Holmes pointed as we passed to the small brass plate which bore the curious name. Up some years Watson, he remarked, indicating its discolored surface.

It's his real name anyhow, and that is something to note. The house had a common stair, and there were a number of names painted in the hall some indicating offices and some private chambers. It was not a collection of residential flats, but rather the abode of Bohemian bachelors. Our client opened the door for us himself, and apologized by saying that the woman in charge left it for a clock.

“Mr. Nathan Garrett Ebb proved to be a very tall loose jointed round-backed person, gaunt and bald, some 60 odd years of age. He had a cadaverous face, with the dull dead skin of a man to whom exercise was unknown.”

Large round spectacles and a small projecting goat's beard combined with his stooping attitude to give him an expression of peering curiosity. The general effect, however, was amiable, though eccentric. The room was as curious as its occupant. It looked like a small museum. It was both broad and deep, with cupboards and cabinets all round-crowded with specimens geological and anatomical. Cases of butterflies and moths flanked each side of the entrance. A large table in the center was littered with all sorts of debris, while the tall brass tube of a powerful microscope bristled up among them.

As I glanced round I was surprised at the universality of the man's interests. Here was a case of ancient coins, there was a cabinet of flint instruments. Behind his central table was a large cupboard of fossil bones. Above was a line of plaster skulls, with such names as Neanderthal, Heidelberg, Crow Magnum, printed beneath them. It was clear that he was a student of many subjects. As he stood in front of us now, he held a piece of shammy leather in his right hand, with which he was polishing a coin.

Syraccusen of the best period, he explained holding it up. They degenerated greatly towards the end. At their best, I hold them supreme, though some prefer the Alexandria and school. You will find a chair here, Mr. Holmes, pray, allow me to clear these bones. And, yes, Dr. Watson, if you would have the goodness to put the Japanese files to one side, you'll see round me my little interests in life.

“My doctor lectures me about never going out, but why should I go out when I have so much to hold me here?”

I can assure you that the adequate catalogueing of one of those cabinets would take me three good months. Holmes looked round him with curiosity.

"But do you tell me that you never go out?" He said.

"Now, and again, I drive down to Sutherby's or Christ's. Otherwise, I very seldom leave my room. I am not too strong, and my research is our very absorbing. But you can imagine Mr. Holmes what a terrific shock present, but terrific. It was for me when I heard of this unparalleled, good fortune. It only needs one more gadget to complete the matter, and surely we can find one.

I had heard that you handled strange cases, and that was why I sent to you. Of course, this American gentleman is quite right, and I should have taken his advice first, but I acted for the best.

“I think you acted very wisely indeed," said Holmes.”

"But are you really anxious to acquire an estate in America?" "Well, certainly not, sir. Nothing would induce me to leave my collection, but this gentleman has assured me that he will buy me out as soon as we have established our claim.

Five million dollars was the sum named. There are a dozen specimens in the market at the present moment which filled gaps in my collection,

and which I am unable to purchase for one of a few hundred pounds, just think what I could do with five million dollars. Why? I have the nucleus of a national collection. I shall be the hands Sloan of my age."

“His eyes gleamed behind his great spectacles. It was very clear that no pains would be spared by Mr. Nathan Garadev in finding a namesake.”

"I merely called to make your acquaintance, and there is no reason why I should interrupt your studies," said Holmes.

"I prefer to establish personal touch with those with whom I do business. There are few questions I need asked for.

I have your very clear narrative in my pocket, and I filled up the blanks when this American gentleman called. I understand that up to this week you were unaware of his existence. That is so he called last Tuesday. Did he tell you of our interview today? "Yes, he came straight back to me. He had been very angry. Why should he be angry?"

“He seemed to think it was some reflection on his honor, but he was quite cheerful again when he returned.”

"Did he suggest any course of action?" "No, no, sir. He did not. Has he had or asked for any money from you?"

"No, sir. Never. You see no possible object he has in view? None except what he states.

Did you tell him of our telephone appointment?" "Yes, sir. I did. Holmes was lost in thought. I can see that he was puzzled. "Have you any articles of great value in your collection?" "No, sir. I am not a rich man. It is a good collection, but not a very valuable one. You have no fear of burglars. Not the least. How long have you been in these rooms?" Nearly five years. Holmes's cross-examination was interrupted by an imperative knocking at the door. No sooner had our client unlatched it than the American lawyer burst excitedly into the room.

"Here you are!" he cried waving a paper over his head. "I thought I should be in time to get you. Mr Nathan, carried out my congratulations. You are a rich man, sir. Our business is happily finished and all is well. As to you, Mr Holmes. We can only say we are sorry if we have given you any useless trouble." Next time on Sherlock Holmes' short stories, a strange inheritance turns into a deadly trap. A name, a fortune, and a gun, all part of a criminal's cruel deception.

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