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! A STUDY IN SCARLET. S
III BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
aAnd that ls?y | agked. eagerly.
BY A. CONAN DOYLE.

ow comes, speak to him in an ordinary
way. Leave the rest to me. Don't
'righten him by looking at him too
hard"
'It is s o'clock now" said, glancing
1t my watch.
"Yes; he will probably be here In a
'ew minutes. Open the door slightly.
That will do. Now put the key on the
inside. Thank you! This is a queer
Did book | picked up at stall yester-
lay--De Jure inter Gentes'-pub-
Iished In Latin at Leige in the Low
ands in 1912. Charles head was still
firm on his shoulders when this little
Drown-backed volume was struck off"
"Who is the printer"
Philippe de Croy, whoever he may
have been. On the fly-leaf, in very
raded ink, is written 'Ex libris Guliol-
mi Whyte" l wonder who William
Whyte was? Some pragmatical sew
century lawyer, presume.
His writing has a legal twist about 1t.
Here comes our man, think"
As he spoke there was sharp ring
at the bell. Sherlock Holmes rose
softly and moved his chair in the d.
rection of the door.
We heard the servant pass along the
hall, and the sharp click of the latch
as she opened 1t.
Does Doctor Wason live here?"
asked a clear but rather harsh voice.
We could not hear the servants re-
ply, but the door closed, and some one
began to ascen4 the steps.
The football was an uncertain and
one. A look Of surprise passed
over the face of my companion as he
to 1t.
It came slowly along the passage,
and there was a feeble tap at the door.
"Come in!" ] 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 drop
ping a courtesy, she stood blinking at
US with her bleared eyes and fumbling
in her pocket with nervous, shaky fln-
gers.
glanced at my comparison, and his
face had assumed such disconsolate
expression that it was all l could do
to keep my countenance.
The old crone drew out an evening
paper, and pointed at our advertise
ment.
Its this as has brought me, good
gentlemen" size said, dropping another
courtesy; "a gold wedding ring in the
Brixton road. 1t belongs to my girl,
Sally, as was married only this time
twelvemonth which her husband is
steward aboard a Union boat, and
what he'd say if he come 'ome and
found her without her ring is more
than can think he being short
enough at the best O. times, but more
especially when he has the drink. If
it pleases you, she went to the circus
last night along with"
SIS that her ring?" asked.
'The Lord be thanked" cried the
old woman. Sally will be glad
woman this night. That's the ring"
"And what may your address be?" /
inquired, taking up pencil.
"13 Duncan street, Houndsditch. A
weary way from here"
"The Brixton road does not lie be-
tween any circus and Houndsditch," !"
said Sherlock Holmes, sharply.
The old woman faced around and
looked keenly at him from her little
red-rimmed eyes.
"The gentleman asked me for my adj
Dress" she said. sally lives in lodg-
ings at 3 Mayfield place, Peckham."
"And your name is"
"My name Is Sawyer-hers is Den
mis-, which Tom Dennis married her
and smart, clean lad, too, as long as
he's at sea, and no steward in the
company more thought of; but when
on shore. what with the women and
what with liquor shops"
Here is your ring, Mrs. Sawyer" |
interrupted in obedience to a sign from
my companion; at clearly belongs TO
your daughter, and I am glad to be
able to restore it to the rightful
owner"
With many mumbled blessings and
protestations of gratitude, the Ole
crone packed it away in her pocket,
and shufled off down the stairs.
Sherlock Holmes sprang to his feet
the moment she was gone and rushed
into his room.
He returned In a few seconds en-
veloped in an ulster and cravat.
"I'll follow her." he said, hurriedly;
'she must be an accomplice, and will
lead me to him. Wait up for met
The hall door had hardly slammed
behind our visitor before Holmes had
descended the stair.
Looking through the window, l could
see her walking feebly along the other
side, while her pursuer dogged heI
some little distance behind.
Either his whole theory is incor
rect" | thought to myself, "or else
he will be led now to the heart of the
mystery"
There was no need for him to ash
me to wait up for him, for | felt that
sleep was impossible until heard the
result of his adventure.
It was close upon nine when he sol
out. l had no idea how long he might
Oe, UuJ L sat SlOliulg puluuS hl lul
pipe and skipping over the pages o
Henri Murger's 'Vie de Boheme."
Ten o'clock passed. and heard thu
footsteps of the maids as they pat
tered of to bed. Eleven and the NOR,
stately tread of the landlady passed
my door, bound for the same destina
tion.
1t was close upon twelve before
heard the sharp sound of his latchkey
The instant he entered l saw by hi
face that he had not been successful
Amusement and chagrin seemed {,
be struggling for the mastery, unit
! the former suddenly carried the day
and he burst into a hearty laugh.
q wouldn't have the Scotland Yard
ers know 1t for the world" he crie'
dropping into chair. Il hav
chaffed them so much that they woul
never have lei me hear the end of il
can afford to laugh. because ! knoy
that I win be even with them in III
long run"