The Hound of the Baskervilles: Part Two

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Last time, Sherlock Holmes received a visit from Dr. James Mortimer.

Until recently Mortimer was employed as personal physician to such a Charles Baskerville,

the wealthy owner of Darkmore's Baskerville Hall, a popular philanthropist with a superstitious streak. When Sir Charles passed away three months earlier, the coroner's inquest recorded the death as the result of longstanding heart disease. But Dr. Mortimer isn't so sure. Legend has it, the Baskerville family have lived under a curse for generations,

plagued by a hellhound that stalks the moors at night. And Dr. Mortimer has one piece of information for Holmes that he didn't share with the inquest.

When he examined Sir Charles's body, the face contorted in an expression of sheer terror,

he discovered a clue everyone else seems to have missed. The poor print of a gigantic hound. From The Noise of podcast network, this is the Hound of the Baskerville's Part 2. I confess at these words a shudder passed through me. There was a thrill in the Dr.'s voice which showed that he was himself deeply moved by that which he told us.

Holmes leaned forward in his excitement and his eyes had the hard dry glitter which shot from them when he was keenly interested. You'll saw this as clearly as I see you and you said nothing.

“What was the use? How was it that no one else saw it?”

The marks were some twenty yards from the body and no one gave them a thought. I don't suppose I should have done so had I not known this legend. There are many sheep dogs on the more. No doubt but this was no sheep dog. You say it was large enormous. But it had not approached the body. No. What sort of night was it? A dampened roar but not actually raining. No.

What is the alley like? There are two lines of old you-head, 12 feet high and impenetrable. The walk in the centre is about eight feet across. Is there anything between the hedges and the walk? Yes. There is a strip of grass about six feet broad on either side. I understand that the you-head is penetrated at one point by a gate.

“Yes. The wicked gate which leads on to the more. Is there any other opening?”

None. So that to reach the you alley one either has to come down it from the house or else to enter it by the more gate. There is an exit through a summer house of the far end. Hands of Charles reached this? No. He lay about 50 yards from it. Now tell me it Dr. Mortimer and this is important. The marks which you saw were on the path and not on the grass. No marks could show on the grass. Were they on the same side of the path as the more

gate? Yes. They were on the edge of the path on the same side as the more gate. You interest me exceedingly. Another point was the wicked gate closed, closed and padlocked. How high was it about four feet high? Then anyone could have got over it. Yes. And what marks did you see by the wicked gate? None in particular. Good. Haven't did no one examine? Yes. I examined myself and found nothing.

It was all very confused. The suchars had evidently stood there for five or ten minutes. How do you know that? Because the ash had twice dropped from his cigar. Excellent. This is a colleague what's after our own heart but the marks he had left his own marks

against his knee with an impatient gesture. If I had only been there, it is evidently a case

of extraordinary interest and one which presented immense opportunities to the scientific expert. That gravel page upon which I might have read so much has been long air this smudged by the rain and defaced by the clogs of curious peasants. Dr. Mortimer, Dr. Mortimer, to think that you should not have called me in. You have indeed much to answer for. I could not call you in Mr. Holmes without disclosing these facts to the world and I have already given my reasons for not

wishing to do so. Besides, with besides, why do you hesitate? There is a realm in which the most

“acute and most experienced of detectives is helpless. You mean that the thing is supernatural?”

I did not positively say so. No, but you ever didn't think it. Since the tragedy, Mr. Holmes

I have come to my ears several incidents which are hard to reconcile with the settled order of nature. For example, I find that before the terrible event occurred several people had seen a creature upon the more, which corresponds with this basketball demon and which could not possibly be any animal known to science. They all agreed that it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them are hard-headed,

countrymen, one are farer, and one are more than farer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition exactly corresponding to the hellhound of the legend. I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district and that it is a hardy man who will cross the more at night. And you, a trained man of science, believe it to be supernatural, I do not know what to believe. Holmes shrunk his shoulders.

I have hitherto confined my investigations to this world, city. In a modest way, I have combated evil, but to take on the father of evil himself would perhaps be too ambitious a task.

“Yet you must admit that the footmark is material. The original hound was material enough to”

tug a man's throat out, and yet he was diabolical as well. I see that you have quite gone over to these supernaturalists, but now, Dr. Mortimer, tell me this, if you hold these views, why have you come to consult me at all? You tell me in the same breath that it is useless to investigate such a child's death, and that you desire me to do it? I did not say that I desired you to do it, then how can I assist you? By advising me as to what I should do with Sahenry Baskavill,

who arrives at Waterloo Station. Dr. Mortimer looked at his watch. In exactly one hour and a quarter, he, being the heir, yes. On the death of Sahel's, we inquired for this young gentleman and found

“that he had been farming in Canada, from the accounts which have reached us, he is an excellent”

fellow in every way. I speak now not as a medical man, but as a trustee and executor of Sahel's is will. There is no other claimant I presume. None. The only other kinsman whom we have been able to trace was Roger Baskavill, the youngest of three brothers of whom

poor Sir Charles was the elder. The second brother who died young is the father of this lad, Henry.

The third Roger was the black sheep of the family. He came of the old masterful Baskavill strain and was the very image they tell me of the family picture of old Hugo. He made England to hot to hold him, fled to Central America and died there in 876 of Yellow Fever. Henry is the last of the Baskavill's. In one hour and five minutes, I meet him at Waterloo Station. I have had a wire that he arrived at Southampton this morning. Now, Mr. Holmes, what would you advise me to

do with him? Why should he not go to the home of his fathers? It seems natural, does it not and yet consider that every Baskavill who goes there meets with an evil fate? I feel sure that if

this the last of the old race and the heir to great wealth to that deadly place. And yet it cannot

be denied that the prosperity of the whole poor, bleak countryside depends upon his presence. All the good work which has been done by Sir Charles will crash to the ground if there is no tenant of the hall. I fear less I should be swayed too much by my own obvious interest in the matter and that is why I bring the case before you and ask for your advice. Holmes considered for a little time.

Put into plain words the matter is this. In your opinion there is a diabolical agency which makes

dart more an unsafe abode for a Baskavill. That is your opinion. At least I might go the length of

saying that there is some evidence that this may be so exactly. But surely if your supernatural theory be correct, it could work the young man evil in London as easily as in Devansha, a devil with merely local powers like a Paris Vestry would be too inconceivable a thing. You put the matter more flifently Mr Holmes than you would probably do if you were brought into personal contact with these things. Your advice then, as I understand it, is that the

“young man will be a safe in Devansha as in London. He comes in 15 minutes. What would you recommend?”

I recommend sir that you take a cab, call off your Spaniel who is scratching it my front door and proceed to Waterloo to meet Sir Henry Baskavill. And then, and then you will say nothing to him at all until I have made up my mind about the matter. How long will it take you to make up your mind? 24 hours. At 10 o'clock tomorrow, Dr Mortimer, I will be much obliged to you if you will call upon me

here and it will be of help to me in my plans for the future if you will bring Sir Henry Baskavill with you. I will do so Mr Holmes. He scribbled the appointment on his shirt cuff and hurried off in his strange peering absent-minded fashion. Holmes stopped him at the head of the stair. Only one more question, Dr Mortimer. You say that before Sir Charles Baskavill's death, several people saw

“this apparition upon the mower. Three people did. Did any see it after?”

I have not heard of any. Thank you. Good morning. Holmes returned to his seat with that quiet look of inward satisfaction which meant that he had a congenial task before him. Going out Watson, in less I can help you. No, my dear fellow, it is at the hour of action that I turn to you for aid but this is splendid. Really unique from some points of view. When you pass Bradley's, would you ask him to send up a pound of the strongest

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is out now in paperback available in all good bookshops. I knew that seclusion and solitude were very necessary for my friend in those hours of intense mental concentration during which he weighed every particle of evidence, constructed alternative theories,

“balanced one against the other and made up his mind as to which points were essential and”

which immaterial. Now therefore spent the day at my club and did not return to Baker Street until evening. It was nearly 9 o'clock when I found myself in the sitting room once more.

filled with smoke that the light of the lamp upon the table was blurred by it. As I entered however

my fears were set at rest for it was the accurate fumes of strong course tobacco which took me by the throat and simply coughing. Through the haze I had a vague vision of homes in his dressing gown coiled up in an armchair with his black clay pipe between his lips, several rolls of paper lay around him. "Caut cold Watson," said he. "No it's this poisonous atmosphere. I suppose it is pretty thick now that you mentioned it. Thick, it's intolerable. Open the window then.

“You have been at your club all day I perceive. My dear homes am I right? Certainly. But how?”

He laughed at my bewildered expression. There is a delightful freshness about your Watson which makes it a pleasure to exercise any small powers which I possess at your expense. A gentleman goes forth on a shawry and fiery day. He returns immaculate in the evening with the gloss still on his hat and his boots. He has been a fixture therefore all day. He is not a man with intimate friends where then could he have been? Is it not obvious?

Well, it is rather obvious. The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes. Where do you think that I have been? A fixture also? On the contrary, I have been to devanchar in spirit. Exactly. My body has remained in this armchair and has I regret to observe,

consumed in my absence two large pots of coffee and an incredible amount of tobacco.

After you left, I sent down to Stamford's for the ordinance map of this portion of the more and my spirit has hovered over it all day. I flatter myself that I could find my way about a large scale map by presumed. Very large. He unrolled one section and held it over his knee. Here you have the particular district which concerns us. That is basketball hall in the middle with a wood rounded. Exactly. I fancy the you all either not marked under that name must

stretch along this line with the more as you perceive upon the right of it. This small clump of buildings here is the Hamilton Grimpen where our friend Dr. Mortimer has his headquarters. Within a radius of five miles, there are, as you see, only a very few scattered dwellings here is laughter hall which was mentioned in the narrative. There is a house indicated here which may be

“the residents of the naturalist Stapleton. If I remember right, this is name. Here are two moreland”

farmhouses, high tall and foulmire. Then 14 miles away the great convict prison of Prince Town. Between and around these scattered points extends the desolate lifeless moor. This then is the stage upon which tragedy has been played and upon which we may help to play it again. It must be a wild place. Yes, the setting is a worthy one. If the devil did desire to have a hand in the affairs of men, then you are yourself inclining to the supernatural

explanation. The devil's agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not. There are two questions

waiting for us at the outset. The one is whether any crime has been committed at all. The second

is what is the crime and how was it committed? Of course, if Dr. Mortimer's demise should be correct and we are dealing with forces outside the ordinary laws of nature, there is an end of our investigation. But we are bound to exhaust all other hypotheses before falling back upon this one.

“I think we'll shut that window again if you don't mind. It is a singular thing but I find that”

a concentrated atmosphere helps a concentration of thought. I have not pushed it to the length of getting into a box to think, but that is the logical outcome of my convictions. Have you turned the case over in your mind? Yes, I have thought a good deal of it in the course of the day. What do you make of it? It is very bewildering. It has certainly a character of its own that are points of distinction about it, that change in the footprints, for example, what do you make of that?

Mortimer said that the man had walked on tiptoe down that portion of the alley. He only repeated

He was running what some running desperately running for his life running until he burst his heart

and fell dead upon his face. Running from what? Their lies are a problem. There are indications that the man was crazed with fear before ever he began to run. How can you say that? I am presuming that the cause of his fears came to him across the moor. If that was so, and it seems most probable, only a man who had lost his wits would have run from the house instead of towards it. If the gypsies evidence may be taken as true, he ran with cries for help in the direction where help

was least likely to be. Then again, whom was he waiting for that night, and why was he waiting

“for him in the you alley rather than in his own house? You think that he was waiting for someone?”

The man was elderly and in firm. We can understand his taking an evening stroll, but the ground

was damp and the night's inclement. Is it natural that he should stand for five or ten minutes as Dr. Mortimer with more practical sense and I should have given him credit for, deduced from the cigar ash? But he went out every evening. I think it unlikely that he waited at the moor gate every evening. On the contrary, the evidence is that he avoided the moor. That night, he waited there. It was the night before he made his departure for London.

The thing takes shape, Watson. It becomes coherent.

Might I ask you to hand me my violin, and we will postpone all further thought upon this business

“until we have had the advantage of meeting Dr. Mortimer and Sir Henry Baskerville in the morning.”

Our breakfast table was cleared early and Holmes waited in his dressing gown for the promised interview. Our clients were punctual to their appointment. For the clerk had just struck ten when Dr. Mortimer was shown up, followed by the young barrenet. The latter was a small alert, dark-eyed man about 30 years of age, very sturdily built with thick black eyebrows and a strong pugnacious face.

He wore a ruddy-tinted tweed suit and had the weather beaten appearance of one who has spent most of his time in the open air, and yet there was something in his steady eye and the quiet assurance of his bearing which indicated the gentleman. "This is Sir Henry Baskerville," said Dr. Mortimer.

“"Why?" "Yes," said he. "And the strange thing is, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,”

that if my friend here had not proposed coming round to you this morning, I should have come on my own account. I understand that you think out little puzzles, and I've had one this morning, which once more is thinking out than I am able to give it." "Pray, take a seat, say Henry, do I understand you to say that you have yourself had some remarkable experience since you arrived in London?" "Nothing of much importance, Mr. Holmes,

only a joke, as like is not. It was this letter, if you can call it a letter, which reached me this morning. He laid an envelope upon the table and we all bent over it. It was of common quality, greyish in colour. The address, Sir Henry Baskerville, Northumberland Hotel, was printed in rough characters, the postmark, chairing cross, and the date of posting the pre-seeding evening. "Who knew that you were going to the Northumberland Hotel?" asked Holmes,

"Dancing keenly across at our visitor. No one could have known. We only decided after I met Dr. Mortimer. But Dr. Mortimer was no doubt already stopping there?" "No. I had been staying with a friend," said the doctor. "There was no possible indication that we intended to go to this hotel." "Someone seems to be very deeply interested in your movements. How to the envelope, he took a half-sheet of full-scapped paper folded into form. This he opened and spread flat

upon the table. Across the middle of it, a single sentence had been formed by the expedient of pasting printed words upon it. It ran, "As you value your life or your reason, keep away from the more. The word 'more' only was printed in ink." "Now," said the Henry Basketball. "Perhaps you will tell me, Mr. Holmes,

"What do you make of it, Dr. Mortimer? You must allow that there is nothing supernatural about this at any rate?"

“"No, sir, but it might very well come from someone who was convinced that the business”

is supernatural. What business?" asked the Henry sharply. "It seems to me that all you gentlemen know a great deal more than I do about my own affairs." "You shall share our knowledge before you leave this room," "so Henry, I promise you that," said Sherlock Holmes. "We will confine ourselves for the present with your permission to this very interesting document, which must have been put together and posted

yesterday evening. Have you yesterday's times Watson?" "No, it is here in the corner."

"My tide trouble you for it. The inside page, please, with the leading articles?"

He glanced swiftly over it, running his eyes up and down the columns. "Capital article this on free trade, permit me to give you an extract from it." "You may be scheduled into imagining that your own special trade or your own industry will be encouraged by a protective tariff, but it stands to reason that such legislation must in the long run keep away wealth from the country, to diminish the value of our imports and

lower the general conditions of life in this island." "What do you think of that? What's some hide homes in high glee rubbing his hands together with satisfaction?" "Don't you think that

is an admirable sentiment?" "Dr. Mortimer looked at homes with an air of professional interest,

and said Henry basketball turned a pair of puzzled dark eyes upon me. "I don't know much about the tariff and things of that kind," said he. "But it seems to me we've got a bit off the trail,

“so far as that notice concerned." "On the contrary, I think we are particularly hot upon the trails”

of Henry. Watson here knows more about my methods than you do, but I fear that even he has not quite grasped the significance of this sentence." "No, I confess that I see no connection." "And yet, my dear Watson, there is so very close a connection that the one is extracted out of the other. You, your, your life, reason, value, keep away from the." "Don't you see now, when's these words have been taken?" "By thunder, you're right. Well, if that isn't smart," cried the Henry.

"If any possible doubt remained it is settled by the fact that keep away and from the are cut out in one piece." "Well, now. So it is." "Really? Mr. Holmes, this, exceeds anything which I could have imagined," said Dr. Mortimer gazing at my friend in amazement. "I could understand anyone saying that the words were from a newspaper,

“but that you should name which and add that it came from the leading article is really one of”

the most remarkable things which I've ever known." "How did you do it?" "The detection of types is one of the most elementary branches of knowledge to the special expert in crime, though I confess that once when I was very young I confused the lead's mercury with the western morning news, but a times leader is entirely distinctive, and these words could have been taken from nothing else. As it was done yesterday, the strong probability was that we should

find the words in yesterday's issue." "So far as I can follow you then, Mr. Holmes," said Henry Baskabel. "Someone cut out this message with a scissors and nail scissors," said Holmes. "You can see that it was a very short-bladed scissors since the cutter had to take two snips over, keep away." "That is so." "Someone then cut out the message with a pair of short-bladed scissors, pasted it with paste gum," said Holmes, with gum onto the paper. But I want to know why

the word "more" should have been written, because he could not find it in print. The other words were all simple and might be found in any issue, but "more" would be less common. "Why, of course, that would explain it. Have you read anything else in this message, Mr. Holmes?" "There are one or two indications, and yet the utmost pains have been taken to remove all clues. The address you observe is printed in rough characters, but the times is a paper which a seldom found in any hands, but those

of the highly educated. We may take it therefore that the letter was composed by an educated man who wished to pose as an uneducated one, and his effort to conceal his own writing suggests that

not gummed on in an accurate line, but that some are much higher than others, life, for example,

is quite out of its proper place. That may point to carelessness, or it may point to agitation and hurry upon the part of the cutter. Not the whole inclined to the latter view,

“since the matter was evidently important, and it is unlikely that the composer of such a letter”

would be careless. If he were in a hurry, it opens up the interesting question why he should be in a hurry, since any letter posted up to early morning would reach Sahenri before he would leave his hotel. Did the composer fear an interruption? And from home, we are coming now rather into the region of guesswork, said Dr. Mortimer. To say, rather, into the region where we balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination,

but we have always some material basis on which to start our speculation.

Now, you would call it a guess, no doubt, but I am almost certain that this address has been written in a hotel. How in the world can you say that? If you examine it carefully, you will see that both the pen and the ink have given the right at trouble. The pen has splattered twice in a single word and has run dry three times in a shorter dress, showing that there was very little ink in the bottle. Now, a private pen or ink bottle is seldom allowed to be in such a state, and the combination of

the two must be quite rare. But you know the hotel ink and the hotel pen where it is rare to get anything else. Yes, I have very little hesitation in saying that could we examine the waste paper baskets of the hotels around Charing Cross until we found the remains of the mutilated times leader. We could lay our hands straight upon the person who sent this singular message. Hello, what's this? He was carefully examining the false cap upon which the words were pasted,

holding it only an inch or two from his eyes. Well, nothing said he throwing it down. It is a

“blank half sheet of paper without even a watermark upon it. I think we have drawn as much as we can”

from this curious letter, and now, say Henry, has anything else of interest happened to you since you have been in London? Well, no, Mr. Holmes, I think not. You have not observed anyone follow or watch you? I seem to have walked right into the thick of a dime novel, said our visitor. Why in thunder should anyone follow or watch me? We are coming to that. You have nothing else to report to us before we go into this matter. Well, it depends upon

what you think worse reporting. I think anything out of the ordinary routine of life well worth reporting. So Henry smiled. I don't know much of British life yet, for I have spent nearly all my time in the States and in Canada, but I hope that to lose one of your boots

“is not part of the ordinary routine of life over here. You have lost one of your boots?”

But yes, her. cried, Dr. Mortimer. It is only mislead. You will find it when you return to the hotel. What is the use of troubling Mr. Holmes with trifles of this kind? Well, he asked me for anything outside the ordinary routine. Exactly, said Holmes. However foolish, the incident may seem, you have lost one of your boots, you say? Well, misleaded anyhow. I put them both outside my door last night and there was only one in the morning. I could get no sense out of the chap who

cleans them. The worst of it is that I only bought the pair last night in the strand. I have never

had them on. If you have never warned them, why did you put them out to be cleaned? They were tan boots and had never been varnished. That was why I put them out. Then I understand that on your arrival in London yesterday, you went out at once and bought a pair of boots. I did a good deal of shopping. Dr. Mortimer here went round with me. You see, if I am to be squired down there, I must dress the part. And it may be that I have got a little careless in my ways out west.

Among other things, I bought these brown boots, gave six dollars for them, and had one stolen before ever I had them on my feet. It seems a singularly useless thing to steal, said Sherlock Holmes. I confess that I shared Dr. Mortimer's belief that it will not be long before the missing boot is found. And now, gentlemen, said the baronette with decision. It seems to me that I have spoken

account of what we are all driving at. Your request is a very reasonable one, Holmes answered.

“Dr. Mortimer, I think you could not do better than to tell your story as you told it to us.”

Thus encouraged, our scientific friend drew his papers from his pocket and presented the whole case as he had done upon the morning before. So Henry basketball listened with the deepest attention and with an occasional exclamation of surprise. "Well, I seem to have come into an inheritance with a vengeance," said he, when the long narrative was finished. "Of course, I've heard of the hound ever since I was in

the nursery. It's the pet story of the family, though I never thought of taking it seriously before."

But as to my uncle's death, well, it all seems boiling up in my head and I can't get it clear yet. You don't seem quite to have made up your mind whether it's a case for a policeman or a clergyman, precisely. And now there's this affair of the letter to me at the hotel. I suppose that fits into its place. It seems to show that someone knows more than we do about what goes on upon the more, said Dr. Mortimer. And also said Holmes, that someone is not

ill-disposed towards you since they warn you of danger. Or it may be that they wish for their own

purposes to scare me away. "Well, of course, that is possible, also. I am very much

indebted to you, Dr. Mortimer, for introducing me to a problem which presents several interesting alternatives. But the practical point which we now have to decide, say Henry, is whether it is or is not advisable for you to go to basketball hall. Why should I not go? There seems to be danger.

“Do you mean danger from this family-fiend or do you mean danger from human beings?”

Well, that is what we have to find out. Whichever it is, my answer is fixed. There is no devil in Helmester Holmes, and there is no man upon earth who can prevent me from going to the home of my own people, and you may take that to be my final answer. He's dark, browse, knitted, and his face flushed to a dusky red as he spoke. It was evident that the fiery temper of the basketballs was not extinct in this their last representative. "Meanwhile," said he. "I have hardly had time to think of

all that you have told me. It's a big thing for a man to have to understand and to decide at one sitting. I should like to have a quiet hour by myself to make up my mind. Now, look here Mr. Holmes. It's half past 11 now and I'm going back right away to my hotel. Suppose you and your friend

“Dr. Watson come round and lunch with us at two. I'll be able to tell you more clearly then how this”

thing strikes me. Is that convenient to you Watson? Perfectly. Then you may expect us. Shall I have a cab called? I prefer to walk for this affair has fired me, rather. "I'll join you in a walk with pleasure," said his companion. "Then we meet again at two o'clock. Odevoir and good morning. We heard the steps of our visitors to send the stair and the bang of the front door. In an instant Holmes had changed from the language dreamer to the man of action.

Your hat and boots Watson quick, not a moment to lose. He rushed into his room and his dressing gown and was back again in a few seconds in a frock coat. We hurried together down the stairs and into the street. Dr. Mortimer and basketball was still visible about 200 yards ahead of us in the direction of Oxford Street. Shall I run on and stop them? Not for the world my dear Watson. I am perfectly satisfied with your company if you will tolerate mine. Our friends are wise,

for it is certainly a very fine morning for a walk. He quickened his pace until he had decreased the distance from his divided us by about half. Then still keeping a hundred yards behind, we followed into Oxford Street and sewed down Regent Street. Once our friends stopped and stared into a shop window upon which Holmes did the same. An instant afterwards he gave a little cry of satisfaction and following the direction of his eager eyes, I saw that a handsome care with a man

inside which had halted on the other side of the street was now proceeding slowly onward again. There's our man Watson. Come along. We'll have a good look at him if we can do no more.

through the side window of the cab. Instantly the trapdoor at the top flew up. Something was

“screamed to the driver and the cab flew madly off down Regent Street. Holmes looked”

eagerly round for another but no empty one was inside. Then he dashed in wild pursuit him at the stream of the traffic but the starts was too great and already the care was out of sight. There now said Holmes bitterly as he emerged panting and whites with eviction from the tide of vehicles. Was ever such bad luck and such bad management too. Watson. What's and if you are an honest man you will record this also and set it against my successes. Who was the man? I have not an idea.

A spy? Well it was evident from what we have heard that basketball has been very closely shattered by someone since he has been in town. How else could it be known so quickly that it was the Northumberland hotel which he had chosen? If they had followed him the first day I argued that they would follow him also the second. You may have observed that I twice strolled

“over to the window while Dr. Mortimer was reading his legend. Yes I remember. I was looking”

out for loiterers in the street but I saw none. We are dealing with a clever man Watson. This matter cuts very deep and though I have not finally made up my mind whether it is a benevolent or a

malevolent agency which is in touch with us I am conscious always of power and design. When our

friends left I had once followed them in the hopes of marking down their invisible attendant. So while he was he that he had not trusted himself upon foot but he had availed himself of a cab so that he could loiter behind or dash past them and so escape their notice. His method had the additional advantage that if they were to take a cab he was already to follow them. It has however one obvious disadvantage it puts him in the power of the cab man exactly what a pity we did not get the

number. My dear Watson clumsy as I have been you surely do not seriously imagine that I neglected to get the number. No. 2704 is our man but that is no use to us for the moment. I failed to see how you could have done more. On observing the cab I should have

instantly turned and walked in the other direction. I should then at my leisure have hired a second

cab and followed the first at a respectful distance or better still have driven to the North Umbal and Hotel and waited there. When our unknown and followed basketball home we should have had the opportunity of playing his own game upon himself and seeing where he made for. As it is by an indiscreet eagerness which was taken advantage of with extraordinary quickness and energy by our opponent we have betrayed ourselves and lost our man.

We had been slaughtering slowly down regions streets during this conversation and Dr Mortimer with his companion had long vanished in front of us. There is no object in our following them said homes. The shadow has departed and will not return. We must see what further cards we have in

“our hands and play them with decision. Could you swear to that man's face within the cab?”

I could swear only to the beard and so could I. From which I gather that in all probability it was a false one. They clever man upon so delicate and Eddon has no use for a beard, saved to conceal his features. Come in here, Watson. He turned into one of the district messenger offices where he was warmly greeted by the manager. Oh, Wilson. I see you have not forgotten the little cases in which I had the good fortune to help you. No sir indeed I have not. You saved

my good name and perhaps my life. My dear fellow you exaggerate. I have some recollection Wilson that you had among your boys a lad named Cartwright who showed some ability during the investigation. Yes sir he is still with us. Could you ring him up? Thank you and I should be glad to have changed of this 5-pound note. A lad of 14 with a bright keen face had obeyed the summons of the manager. He stood now gazing with great reverence at the famous detective. Let me have the hotel

directory said homes. Thank you. Now Cartwright, there are the names of 23 hotels here all in the

Yes sir. You will begin in each case by giving the outside quarter one

shelling. Here are 23 shelling's. Yes sir. You will tell him that you want to see the waste paper

“of yesterday. You will say that an important telegram has miscarried and that you are looking for it.”

You understand? Yes sir. But what you are really looking for is the center page of the times

with some holes cutting it with scissors. Here is a copy of the times it is this page. You could

“easily recognize it. Could you not? Yes sir. In each case the outside quarter will send for the whole”

quarter to whom also you will give a shelling. Here are 23 shelling's. You will then learn in possibly 20 cases out of the 23 that the waste of the day before has been burned or removed. In the three other cases you will be shown a heap of paper and you will look for this page of the times among it. The odds are enormously against your finding it. There are 10 shelling's over in case of emergencies.

“There to be have a report by wire at Baker Street before evening. And now what's in?”

It only remains for us to find out by wire the identity of the catman number 2704. And then we will drop into one of the bond street picture galleries and fill in the time until we are due at the hotel. Next time in the hound of the basketballs the cabby reveals the identity of the man

who has been trailing the henryth. And the barrenet returns to dart more for the first time since

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