Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-03-07
The idea tickled Gregson SO much
that he laughed until he choked.

that he laughed until he choked.
"And how did you get your clew?"
"Ah, I'll tell you all about it. Of
course, DR.. 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 volun-
teered information, That is not Tobias
Gregson's way Of going to work. You
remember the hat beside the dead MANI"
Eyes" said Holmes; "by John Un-
derwood & Sons, 129 Camberwell road. !"
Gregson looked quite crestfallen.
II had no idea that you noticed that, /"
he said. "Have you been there"
"No."
"Har' cried Gregson, in a relieved
voice. "You should never neglect q
chance, however small it may seem. F"
'To great mind nothing is little, "
remarked Holmes sententiously.
"Well, I 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, residing
atCharpentier boarding establishment,
Torquay Terrace. Thus l got at his ad-
dress.
"Smart-very smart!' murmured
Sherlock Holmes.
II next called upon Nine. Charpen-
tier, J." continued the detective. Il found
her very pale and distressed. Her daugh-
ter was in the room, too-an uncommon
ly fine girl she is too. She was looking
red about the eyes, and her lips trem'
bled as I spoke to her. That didn't es.
cape my notice. / began to smell 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 late boarder, Mr. Enoch J. Dreb
ber of Cleveland?' I asked.
"The mother nodded. She didn't seem
able to get out word. The daughter
burst into tears. felt more than evel
that these people knew something of the
matter.
"At what o'clock did Mr.. Drebbe1
leave your house for the train?' I asked
"'At O'Clock, she said, gulping il
her throat to keep down her agitation
His secretary, Mr.. Stangerson, sale
that there were two trains-one at 9:1i
and one at II. He was to catch the first.
"And was that the last which yor
saw of him?'
ga terrible change came over the wo
mans face as asked the question. He.
features turned perfectly livid. 1t wa
some seconds before she could get ou
the second word, YES, and when it dit
come it was in husky, unnatural tone
"There was silence for a moment ant
then the daughter spoke in calm, clea
| voice.
"'No good can ever come of falsehood
mother, she said. Let us be frank wit
this gentleman. We did see Mr. Dreb
ber again.
"'God forgive you'll cried Nine
Charpentier, throwing up her hands an
sinking back in her chair. You hav
murdered your brother.
"'Arthur would rather that we spok
the truth, the girl answered firmly.
"'You had best tell me all about
now, I said. Half condolences ar
worse than none. Besides you do nc
know how much we know of it.
"'On your head be it, AliceP erie
her mother, and then, turning to me:
will tell you all, sir. Do not imagin
that my agitation on behalf of my SO
arises from my fear lest he should hav
had a hand in this terrible affair. He
utterly innocent of it. Ny dread il
however, that in your eyes and in til
eyes of others he may apear to be con
promised. That, however, is surely in
possible His high character, his profe
sion. his antecedents would all forbid it
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