The Globe-republican., 1894-05-11

answered. 1.-The tremendous exertions
which have gone through during the
last day or two have worn me out.
Not so much bodily exertion, you un-
derstand, as the strain upon the mind.
You will appreciate that. Mr.. Sherlock
Holmes. for we are both brain work
ers."
You do me too much honor" said
! Holmes gravely. Let us hear how
you arrived at this most gratifying re-
suit
The detective seated himself in the
armchair and pulled complacently at
his cigar. Then suddenly he slapped
his thigh in a paroxysm of amusement.
THE fun of it is" he cried. that
that fool Lestrade. who thinks himself
so smart, has gone off upon the wrong
track altogether. He is after the Sec
rotary, Stangerson. who had no more
! to do with the crime than the babe I'M
born / have no doubt that he has
caught him by this time
The idea tickled GregsOn so much
that he laughed until he chOked.
And how did you get your clew?"
.'Ah, I'll tell you all about it. Of
course, DIR. Watson. this is strictly be-
/ tween ourselves. The first difficulty
which we had to contend with was the
! finding of this Americans antecedents.
/ Some people would have waited until
! their advertisements were answered,
/ or until parties came forward and vol
unteered information. That is not
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work You remember the hat beside
! the dead man.?
YES" said Holmes; by John Tn
derwood 4 Sons, 129 CamberweQ
! road
: Gregson looked quite crestfallen.
Il mad no idea that you noticed
! that" he said. Have you been
there?"
: Mo-
'.Ha" cried Gregson. in relieved
voice: You should never neglect
chance. however small it may SEEM"
! ITO a great mind nothing is little"
remarked Holmes. sententiOusly.
We'll | went to Underwood and
asked him if he had sold hat of that
( size and description. He looked over
his books and came on it at once. He
had sent the hat to Mr.. Drebber. re-
/ siding at Charpentiers boarding estab.
! lislment. Torquay terrace. Thus got
at his address"
''Smart-very smart" murmures!
Sherlock Holmes.
Il next called upon Nine. Char
! pentier." continued the detective. Il
/ found her very pale and distressed.
Her daughter was il the room. too
! an uncommonly fine girl she is. too:
she was looking red about the eyes
and her lips trcmbled as spoke to her.
That didn't escape my notice. began
to smell a rat. You know the feeling.
Mr.. Sherlock Holmes. when You come
upon the right scent-a kind of thrill
in your nerves. Have you heard of
the mysterious death of your boarder,
Mr.. Enoch ]. Drebber, of Cleveland"
I asked.
The mother nodded. She didn't
seem able to get out word. The
daughter burst into tears. l felt more
than ever that these people knew
something of the matter.
AT what o'clock did Mr.. Drebber
leave your house for the train?' l
asked.
cat eight o'clock. she said. gulping
in her throat to keep down her agita-
ton. His secretary. Mr.. Stangerson.
said that there were two trains-one
at 9:l5 and one at II. He was to
catch the first
And was that the last which you
saw of him.?
"A terrible change came over the
woman's face as | asked the question.
Her features turned perfectly livid. 1t
was some seconds before she could get
ont the single word Yes and when it
did come out it was in husky, unnat-
ural tone.
There was silence for a moment.
and then the daughter spoke in a calm.
clear voice:
mo good can ever come of false
hood. mother. she said. Let us be
frank with this gentleman. We did see
Mr.. Drebber again
God forgive YOU. cried Nine. Char
pentier. throwing up her hands and
sinking back in her chair. You have
murdered your brother !
'''Arthur would rather that we
spoke the truth the girl answered
firmly.
, You had best tell me all about it
now 1 said. 'Half-confdences are
worse than none. Besides, you do not
know how much we know IF it.
Ion your head be it. Alice. cried
her mother: and then. turning to me:
Il will tell you all, sir. Do not imagine
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