The daily morning Alaskan., 1900-11-18
FLINTLOCK HOLMES
A Clever Satire on Conan Doyle's
 Great Detective.

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 I will never forget the first day came in contact with Flintlock Holmes. The meeting made a great impression on me. can feel it yet. We were going in oppo- site directions and collided at the corner of Fleet street and Flodendoden lane. Holmes apologized profusely.
 Are you looking for trouble" said he.
 ''No." I replied, rubbing my injured leg. 'I am looking for rooms."
 Good" said he. ''So am I. My name Is Flintlock Holmes. Let's go together; It's safer that way. The sidewalks are slippery"
 I could not but note my new compan- ions unusual appearance. His hawklike eyes, his high forehead, his prominent , cheek bones-all impressed me as being those of a man. Later events proved that 1 was not mistaken. Holmes kept his seat in the underground and let a woman stand. On the way. l recollect, he told me about the Baker street rooms, how cozy they were and how cheap. When we got to the house he had men tioned, Holmes, without warning, gave me kick which propelled my body to the top of the steps.
 Sorry to knock you up, Watson" he remarked affably, but these fits of en- ergy will come over me at times. en- deavor to stop them, but can't"
 His calling me by name stified what ever surprise l may have felt at his pc 1 cuiiar manner.
 How on earth did you come to know my namep I asked in astonishment Its simplicity itself," he said laugh ingly "I saw the name Watson on your boo fO your trousers"
 True" said l, the name is there, but how could you tell it was not the name of the makerW
 Easily" said he 1t is a hobby of mine to be exact l therefore carry ;n my mind the name of every shoe dealer, butcher baker and so forth in London. There is no shoe dealer named Watson. The shoes are new. Hence you did not buy them elsewhere. Eliminate the i'm possible and that which remains must be the truth. You wrote the name on the shoes yourself, fearful lest you might leave them somewhere without marks Of identification upon them There Is no mystery about it."
 Holmes l said, you're wonder" | You have guessed my occupation" he remarked good humoredly. Il am a spe- cialist in other peoples business. When the police fail, people resort to me. When ] fail, it is all up. Did you ring the door bell WatsonT,
 "No."
 1T thought as much. deduced it. "HowT l marveled.
 No one has come to the door," he said. Tt is simplicity itself." ! Holmes stepped forward and gave the bell handle q vigorous pull. In few l minutes a maid ushered us into the entry We have come to look at the rooms, V | Holmes said, and we ascended the stairs 1 Did you count the number of steps on {. the way up, Watson" my friend asked. , ''No." replied in astonishment. Did , youT
 "Of course" he said. q always do. | believe in details. The number of steps in flight may be little matter in itself but stairs, small as they are. invariably lead to higher things"
 By this time we were in the rooms They were indeed cozy and comfortable The golden shafts of the late winter sun streaming through the west windows mellowed the already half ripe furniture could see by the way Holmes shot hii eyes about that he was a reckless man but allowed no comment to escape my lips. Holmes actions surprised me too much for that. Whipping out a magnify ing lens, he, stretched himself out full length on the floor. In an instant he was up.
 '"Did you see it. Watson" he yelled Did you see itY
 "What?" cried.
 '"rhe dust. The room has not beer swept in two weeks," he said to the ter rifed maid: T can see traces of dust everywhere l look with the aid of this glass"
 I was about to marvel at his miracu lous deduction when the maid spoke:
 "I could tell that without magnify Ing glass;" she said. Look at you trousers.'
 Holmes and did so simultaneously The maid was right. The fronts of botl legs were covered with dust where Holmes had come in contact with thu carpet. He glanced ruefully at his pants
 You are remarkable girl" he said t the maid Your powers of observation are excellent Still it matters little What is it Lonefeller aays-- ppst .tho'