The Delta independent., 1895-08-07


stamped about when he got into the
room. He bore no grudge against Bar
tholcmew Sholto, and would have pre-
ferred if he could have been simply
bound and gagged. He did not wish to
put his head in a halter. There was no
help for it, however: the savage in
stincts Of his companion had broken
out, and the poison had done its work:
SO Jonathan Small left his record, low
cred the treasurc-box to the ground,
and followed it himself. That was the
train of events as far as l can decipher
them. OF course us to his personal ap-
pearance he must be middle-aged, and
must be sunburned after serving his
time in such an oven. as the Andamans.
His height is readily calculated from
the length of his stride, and we know
that he was bearded. His hairiness
was the one point which impressed
itself upon Thaddeus Sholto when he
saw him at the window. don't know
that there is anything else"
1.-The associatc?" -.
"Ah, well. there is no great mystery
in that. But you will know all about
it soon enough. How sweet the morn
ing air is! See how that one little
cloud floats like pink feather from
some gigantic famingo. Now the red
rim of the sun pushes itself over the
London cloudbank. Itshines on good
many folk, but on none, dare bet, who
are on a stranger errand than you and
l. How small we feel with our petty
ambitions and strivings in the presence
of the great elemental forces of nature!
Are you well up in your Jean Paul?"
Fairly SO. ! worked back to him
through Carlyle"
THAT was like following the brook
to the parent lake. He makes but one
curious but profound remark. 1t is
that the chief proof of mans real great
ness lies in his perception of his own
smallness. 1t argues, you see, power Of
comparison and of appreciation which
is in itself proof Of nobility. There is
much food for thought in Richter. You
have not a pistol, have you?" ts.rs~-
81 have my stick .s.-, = ,:s,.s1.a ih
at is just possible that we may need
something of the sort if we get into
their lair. Jonathan l shall leave to
you. but if the other turns nasty shall
shoot him dead" He took out his re-
volver as he spoke. and, having loaded
S"o VI VIC SAA0inpGIs, hC pun ~ oASh
into the right hand pocket of his jacket.
We had, during this time, been fol-
lowing the guidance of Toby down the
half.rural, villa-lined roads which lead
to the metropolis. Now, however, we
were beginning to come among contin-
uous streets, where laborers and dock
men were already astir, and slatternly
women were taking down shutters and
brushing doorsteps. At the square
topped corner public houses business
was just beginning, and rough-lool<ing
men were emerging, rubbing their
sleeves across their boards after their
morning wet. Strange dogs sauntercd
up, and stared wonderingly at us as we
passed, but our inimitable Toby looked
neither to the right nor to the left, but
trotted onwards with his nose to the
ground and an occasional eager whine,
which spoke of hot scent.
We had traversed Streatham, Brix-
ton, Camberwell, and now found our
selves in Remington lane, having
borne away through the side streets
to the east of the Oval. The men
whom we pursued seemed to have taken
curiously zigzag road, with the idea
probably of escaping observation. They
had never kept to the main road if a
parallel side street would serve their
turn. At the foot of bennington lane
they had edged away to the left through.
Bond street and Miles street. Where
the latter turns into Knights PLACE
Tobey ceased to advance, but began to
run backwards and forwards with one
ear cooked and the other dropping, the
very picture Of canine indecision. Then
he waddled round in circles, looking
up to us from time to, time, as If to ask
for sympathy in his embarrassment.
What the deuce is the matter with
the dog?" growled Holmes. '.They
surely would not take a cab or go off
in balloon"
perhaps they stood here for some
time" suggested.
'Ah! it's all right. He's off again,
said my companion, in tone of relief
He was, indeed, off, for, after sniff
ing round again. he suddenly made uI