The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1894-07-05
BY CONAN DOYLE.

| there wasn't no sign or nim nor OF any
one else"
There was no one in the street,"
Not livin' soul, sir, nor as much
as dog, Then pulled myself togeth-
er and went back and pushed the door
open, All was quiet inside, so l went
into the room where the light was
Albumin. There was candle flicker
in and the mantel-piece red wax
one-and by its light / saw"
Yes. / know all that you saw. You
walked round the room several times,
and you knelt down by the body, and
then you walked through and tried
the kitchen door, and then"
John Rance sprang to his feet with
a frightened face and suspicion in his
eyes. Where was you hid to see all
thatY' he cried. 1T seems to me that
you knows a deal more than you
should"
Holmes laughed and threw his card
across the table to the constable. DO
not get arresting me for the murder"
he said. Il am one of the hounds, and
not the wolf; Mr.. Gregson or Mr.. Les
trade will answer for that. Go ON,
though. What did you do next?"
Rance resumed his seat, without,
however, losing his mystified express
ion. II went back to the gate and
sounded my whistle. That brought
Murcher and two more to the spot
WAS the street empty them"
We'll, 1T was, as far as anybody that
could be of any good goes"
What do you meanw
The constable's features broadened
into a grin. 1--WE seen many chap
drunk in my time" he said, "but never
any one so cryin' drunk as that cove.
He was at the gate when l came out.
a-singin' at the pitch o his lungs about
Columbine's New-fangled Banner, or
scme such stuff, He couldn't stand,
far less help"
What sort of a man was hep asked
Sherlock Holmes
John Rance appeared to be somewhat
irrltated at this DEPRESSION. He was
an uncommon drunk sort D man, he
said. He'd ha' found hisself in the
station If we hadn't been so took up"
His face-his dress didn't you no.
tlce them?" Holmes broke In, impa-
tientiy.
" should think l did notice them, see
ing that ] had to prop him np-ne and
Murcher between US. He was n long
chap, with a red face, tho lower part
muffled round
THAT will dc" cried Holmes, What
became of himY'
Wed enough to do without lookin'
after him." the policeman said, in an
aggrieyed voice. I'm wager he found
his way home all right"
How was he dressed:'
"A brown overcoat"
Had he whip in his hand?"
"a whip-no."
He must have left it behind" NUT
tered his companion, You didn't hap
pen to see or hear q cab after thatt"
mo-
There's q half sovereign for YOU"
my compl lion said standing up and
taking his hat II am afraid Rance,
that you viii never rise in the force.
That head of yours should be for use
rs well as ornament You might have
gained your sergeant's stripes last
night. The man whom you Eeld in
your hands is the man who holds
clew to the mystery, and whom we are
seeking. There is no use of arguing
about it now, ] tell you that 1t is so.
Come along, doctor"
We started off for the cab together,
leaving our informant ineredulous, but
obviously uncomfortable.
1.-THE laundering fool" Holmes said,
bitterly, as we drove back to our lodg-
ings. Just to think of his having such
an incompatible bit of good luck and
not taking advantage Of it!'
Il am rather in the dark still. It Is
true that the description of this man
tallies with your idea of the second
party in this mystery, But why should
he come back to the house after leaving
it? That is not the way of criminals n
THE ring, man, the ring" that was
what he came back for. If we have no
| other way of catching him, we can al
ways bait our line with the ring. I
shall have him, doetor-I'H lay you two
to one that have him, / must thank
you for it all. l might not have gone
but for you, and so have missed the fin
est study ever came across; a study
| in scarlet, Ell? Why shouldn't we use
a little jargon? There's the scarlet
| thread Of murder running through the
colorless skein of life, and our duty Is
to unravel it and isolate it. and expose
every inch Of 1t. But now for lunch,
and then for Norman Neruda. Her at
tack and her bowling are splendid.
| What's that little thing of Chopin's she
plays so magnifcently: Tra-la- lo-lira-
lira-lay."
Leaning back in the cab, this anna
| teur bloodhound carolled away like a
| lark, while ] meditated upon the many
| sidedness of the human mind.
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