Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1894-04-26

them, who won't hGvo the drains seeu /
to, though the very last tenant what
lived il one Ct tasu die o typhoid
fever. | was lzroc'-cl all in a heap.
therefore. ut seeing n light in the win
low, and I suspected as something was
wrong. When got to the door
You stopped. and then walked back
to the garden gate" my companion in
terrupted. What did you do that fora"
Rance gave a violentN jump, and
stared at Sherlock Holmes with the ut
most amazement upon his features.
.sNVhy, that's true, sir" ne said;
Though how you came to know it,
Heaven only knows! Ne see, when |
got up to the door, it was SO still and
SO lonesome hat / thought Id be none
the worse for some one with me. |
amt afeared Of anything on his side
of the grave; but l thought that maybe
= was him that died o. the typhoid IL
specting the drains what killed him.
The thought gave me q kind O turn,
and | walked back to the gate to see if
/ could see Murcher's lantern, but there
wasn't no sign of him nor of anyone
else"
'"There WIS no one in the street?"
Not a kvin' soul. sir, nor as much as
a dog. Then | pulled myself together
and went back and pushed the door
open. All was quiet inside, so | went
into the room where the light was
Albumin. There was a candle fickerin'
on the mantlc-piece-a 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 0 hid to see all
| that?" he cried. sit seems to me that
| you knows a deal more than you
| should"
Holmes laughed. and threw his card
across the table to the constable.
Don't get arresting me for the muir
| der" he said. liam Il of the hounds
and not the wolf; Mr.. Gregson or Mr..
Lestrade viii answer for that. Go on,
though. What did You 10 next?"
Rance resrmed his seat, without,
however, losing his mystified express
sion. q went back to the gate and
sounded my whistle. That brought
Murcher and two more to the spot"
sto III SIASSC tIiDbI
well, it was, as far as anybody that
could be OF any good goes"
What do you nean?"
The constablc'S features broadene6
into q grin. I've seen many a drunk
chap in my time he said, 'sbut never
anyone so cryin' drunk as that cove.
He was at the gate when | came out,
~a-leanin' up ag'n the railin's and
a-singin' at the pitch of his lungs
about Columbine's n~cvv-fangled BAN
ner, or some such stuff. He couldn't
stand, far less help"
What sort OF a man was hep" asked
Sherlock Holmes.
John Rance appeared to be some
what iTritated at this DEPRESSION. ''He
was an drunk sort o 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.
tice them?" Holmes broke in, impa-
tiently.
Il should think / did notice them,
seeing that l had to prop him up-n<e
and Murcher between us. He was a
long chap, with a red face, the lower
part rnufilcd round
THAT will do" cried Holmes. What
became of him?"
WED enough to do without lookin'
after him. the policeman said, in an
aggrieved voice. III wager he found
his way home all right
"How was he dressed?"
"A brown o~vercoat."
Had he a whip in his hand?"
IA whip-no."
He must have left it behind" NUT
tered my companion. "You didn't hap
pen to see or hear q cab after that?"
No"
There's a half sovereign for you"
my companion said, standing up and
taking his hat. Il am afraid. Rance,
that you will never rise in the force.
That head of yours should be for use
as well as ornament. You might have
gained your sergeant's stripes last
night. The man whom Won held in
your hands is the man who holds the
clew of this mystery, and whom we
are seeking. There is TO use of argu-
ing about it nov; ] tell you that it is
SO. Come ::1c@n. Doctor.
We stsrtei Of T. tt CO. together,
leaving oUr iii3CrEa< ~increlulous, but
obviously uncomfortable.
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. 1t 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? This is not the way OF
criminals"
The ring, man, the ring; that vas
what he came back for. If we have
no other way of catching him we can
always bait our line with the ring.
shall have him, doctor, I'll lay you two
to one that have him. must thank
you for it all. might not have rome but
for you. and SO have missed the finest
study | ever came across; a study in
scarlet, eh? Why shouldn't we use a
little art jargon? There's the scarlet
thread of murder running through the
colorless sAein Of life, and our duty
is to unrive it, and isolate it, and ex.
pose every inch of it. And now for
lunch, and then for Norman Neruda.
Her attack and her bowling are splen'
did. What's that little thing of Chopin's
she plays so magnifcently: Tra-la-la.
lira-lira-lay."
teur bloodhound caro1ed away like a
lark, while l meditated upon the many
sidedness of the human mind.
CHAPTER ".
OUR ADVERTISEMENT BRINGS A VISITOR.
Our mornings exertions had beer
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