The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-04-13
Shylock Homes: His Posthurnous
...><z:<.<I ~ Memoirs.
By John Kendrick Bangs.

him and nis'n if he'll restore my darlin'
Fido to my arms and so, Mr.. Homes,
that is why have come PROPERLY chaper-
~oned, as you will kindly observe by my
friend Miss Betsy Trotwood, a lady Of :ir-
reproachable characteristics and reeti-
tude.'
Mr.. Homes laughed.
The finding of lost dogs, madame said
he, lis somewhat out Of my line
'How about the Hound of Basket
wheels?" demanded Mrs. Camp. III that
don't show you to be the very prime min
lister Of dog catchers, Mr.. Homes, then
am very much 1nistook, and them's the
very words used to Mrs. Harris when
she says, as she did say says she, The
won't waste no time over. no dog, Sairy,'
Mrs. Harris,''. says I he's q. human be-
ing, that Mr.. SryIock Homes isl says T.,
and there amt no case of down-trodden
humanity that he won't take up even II
it's only a, dog
''Them's the precise words" said Miss
Trotwood as reported by Joe, the fat
boy Of Mr.. Homes office.
The great detective was obviously fiat
tered. He had refused dozens Of such
cases in the past, but the sublime con-
fdence in his powers Of these two old
ladies, representing a third, apparently
appealed very strongly to his heart. .
II judge, Mrs. Camp" said he, "from
your silent emphasis of the e. in your
participles, that you are the estimab]e
lady of whom my friend, Martin Chuz-
zlewit has told me SO much?" .
s"Ain't he a. wonder" cried Mrs. Camp.
Hes detected me right off, = -.
II will take the case Of Fido,"s said Me-
Homes complacently, land If he has, not
been ground up into sausages, by this
time, I will restore him to Mrs. Harris"
"And if he has been ground up into
sausages?" sobbed Miss Betsy Trotwood.
Homes smiled. ... ~.a:
''Well, Miss Trotwood,'' said he, while
all sausages look alike to me. T promise
you that will send those into which Fldo
has evoluted to you to the handed over to
the lady so awfully bereft in time to use at
her next Sundays breakfast. Did Fido
have amp distinguishing features to differ
entiate him from other dogs?" &c.,
Miss Trotwoed darted an anxious glance
at Mrs. Camp, who trenb1ed slightly, but
Immediately replied:
Eyes, Mr.. Holmes-three heads and an
appetite for each one Of 'em!" So
..Ah!--p1ease repeat the description,
said Mr.. Homes perplexed. & ID
'Three heads, one full, one skye, one
and the appetite of man
eatin' lion. for each pair Of jaws -
.'He should be easy to find,'' said Mr..
Hames, jotting down a memorandum on
his stuff, land cheerfully accept the COM
Here he reached for his hat.
''Well start at once, ladies'" he added
and with that the three passed out Of the
office.
Since that time Mr. Homes has not been
seen by mortal eyes.
Immediately upon receiving the Informal
ton contained in the above statement
from Joe. the office boy, the reporter Of
the Gazette called upon Mrs. Sarah Camp,
at her residence On Thiyt-seventr street,
Cimmeria, and later upon Miss Betsy Trot-
wood at her little cottage at Inferno by the
Sea.
II never heard Of no Mr.. shylocl.
Homes, said Mrs. Camp. What's his
trader t
"An eminent detective who is missing
and was last seen in your company" said
the reporter.
z Mrs. Camp rose in her might
I'm my company?' she roared,:, irdiR-
nantiy. WHO said that? I never went
with no gentleman Of no such name, nor
no other gentleman, neither, as i wasn't
acquainted with. Me? In his company:
When?'
Last Thursday afternoon" said the
reporter.
Mrs. Camp laughed. II can prove an
alimony for Thursday she said. "Come
out here into the laundry" she added
leading the way and beckoning me to fol-
low.
The reporter went out as he was babe
and before him, ranged in snowy white
rows, were some dozen or more in1mac-
ulately Numbered shirts, a score OF COL
lars, and a few other articles Of personal
appareln not necessary to mention. It was