Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1894-07-19
CHAPTER. v-(ContIueud.1

peileVe tnat lG Is, this man would
rather risk anything than lose this ring.
According to my notion he dropped il
while STOPPING over Drebber's body.
ana did lot miss it at the time. After
eay1ng the house he discovered his loss
ana hurried back, but found the police
aiready n possession, owing to his own
Iolly IN leaving the candle burning,
lie mad to pretend TO be drunk in order
10 allay the suspicious which might
nave beer aroused by his appearance
at the gate. Now, put yourself in that
mans place. On thinking the matter
over, IL must have occurred to him that
1t was possible that he had lost the ring
In the road after leaving the house.
what would he do then? He would Gag
erly 0 u for the evening papers,
IN the hope of seeing it among the arti-
Gle found. His eyes, of course. would
light upon this. He would be ~overioy-
ed. Why should he fear a trap? There
would be no reason in his eyes why
the hnding Of the ring should be con-
nected with the murder. He would
come. He will come. You shall see
him within en- hour"
And them / asked.
"Oh, you can leave me to deal with
MIN then. Have you any arms?'
Il have my old service revolver and a
few cartridges"
You had better clean and load il.
He will be a desperate man, and though
j shall tai him unawares, 1t Is as
we'll to be ready for anything"
1 went to my bedroom and followed
his advice. When l returned with the
pistol my table had been cleared, and
Holmes was engaged in his favorite oc-
cupation of scraping upon his violin.
The plot ~thickens," he said, as / en-
tered; Il have just had an answer to
my American telegram. My view Of
the case Is the correct one"
And that is?' | asked eagerly.
My fiddle would be the better for
new strings" he remarked. Put your
pistol iii your pocket. When the fellow
comes speak to him in an ordinary
way. Leave the rest to me. Don't
Brighten him by looking at him too
hard"
1T is 8 o'clock now" 1 said, glancing
at my watch.
Yes. He will probably be here in a
ACN IllIIultSs opSu IlG uOtI SlIEILlN.
That will do. Now put the key on the
inside. Thank you: This is a queer old
book | picked up at the stall yesterday
DE Jnre inter Gentes'-published in
Latin at Liege in the Lowlands, in 1642.
Charles's head was still firm on his
shoulders when this little brown-back-
ed volume was struck off"
who is the printer
philippe de Croy, whoever he may
ave been. On the fly-leaf, in a very
| faded ink, is written, Eek libris Guliol-
mi Whyte.' / wonder who William
Whyte was. Some pragmatical seven
teenth century lawyer, l suppose. His
writing has n legal twist about 1t.
| Here comes our man, ! think"
AS he spoke there was a sharp ring
Mt the bell. Sherlock Holmes rose
softly, and moved his chair in the di-
rection of the door. We heard the SER
want pass along the hall, and the sharp
click Of the latch as he opened 1t.
Does DR.. Watson live hereT" asked
q clear but rather harsh voice. We
could not hear the servants reply, but
the door closed, and some n began
| TO ascend the stairs. The football was
an uncertain and shutting one. A look
| Of surprise passed over the face of my
companion as he listened to it. 1t came
| slowly along the passage and there was
a feeble tap at the door.
Come in" l cried.
At my summons, instead Of the man
of violence whom we expected, a very
old and wrinkled woman hobbled into
| the apartment. She appeared to be
dazzled by the sudden blaze of light,
and. after dropping a courtesy, she
| stood blinking at us with her bleared
ewes and fumbling in her pocket with
" shaky fingers. l glanced at
nv COMPANION and his face assumed
such a ~disconsolate expression that 1t
was all l could do to Keep my coun-
tenance.
The old rome drew out an evening
paper, and pointed to our advertise
ment. It's this as has brought me,
good gentlemen" she said, dropping an
| other courtesy; "a gold wedding ring In
the Brixton Road. 1t belongs to my
girl Sally. as was married only this
time tyelye-months, which her hus-
hand Ia steward aboard a Union boat,
| end what he'd say II come 'ome and
found her without her ring Is more
than T can think, he being short enough
at tho hest o. times, but more eSpec-
Ialv when he has the drink. III 1t
nlease you, she went to the circus last
night along with
Els that her ring?" I asked.
.rbe Lord be thanked!' cried the
aid "Sally will be a glad wo-
man this night. That's the ring"
And what may your address per L
manfred. taking up a pencli.
NO. 13 Duncaa street, iioui'osul'ch
A weary way from here
h Brixton road does not he pc,
tween, any circus and Houndsditch'
said Sherlock Holmes. ~
The old woman faced round n loon
od keenly at him from her niue Ieu,
rimmed ewes. 1.-The gentleman aSkUt'
me- for my address, she said: saig g
Mras in lodgings at No. 3 Maylleid
place, Peckham.' o.,
And your name is-T
NV name Is Sawyer-hers is DENNIS
,.h;cb rom Dennis married her-anu u
W.T. cIonn lad, too, as long as mes
S 90 and no steward in the company
moro thought of; but when on snore,
wnat with the women ana WHAT WIN
aHere is YOU ring, Mrs. sawyef,
,,n+a5 In obedience 10 a sign from
lnleEftP'Ne' 81 clearly belongs 10