The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-06-07

made our way at once to Hudson street.
In spite Of his capacity for concealing
his emotions, / could easily see that
Holmes was in state of suppressed ex-
with that transporting, half-intellect
ual pleasure which I invariably expert
enced when / associated myself with
him in his investigations. .
"This is the street, said he, as we
turned into a short thorofare lined with
two-storied brick houses. "Ah, here is
Simpson to report. - Eli
Giles in all right, Mr.. Holiness
cried small street Arab, running up
to us. ..
"Good, Simpson,! said Holmes, pat
ting him on the head. "Come along,
Watson. This is the house, He sent
in his card with message that he had
come upon important business, and mo-
ment later we were face to face with
the man whom we had come to see. In
spite Of the warm weather he was
crouching oyer fire, and the little
room was like an oven. The man sat
all twisted and huddled in his chair in
a way which gave an indescribable i'm
preston of deformity; but the face
which he turned toward us, tho worn
and SWarthy, must at some time have
been remarkable for it's beauty. He
looked suspiciously at us now out Of
yellow-shot, bilious eyes, and, without
speaking or rising, he waved toward
two chairs.
"Mr. Henry Wood, late of India, /
| believe,o said Holmes, affably. I've
come over this little matter Of Colonel
Barclays death"
"What should I know about that9"
That's what want to ascertain.
You know, suppose, that unless the
matter is cleared up, Mrs. Barclay, who
is an Old friend Of yours, will in all
The man gave violent start.
81 don t know who you are,'' he
cried, nor how you come to know what
you do know, but will you swear that
this is true that you tell me9'
"Why, they are only waiting for her
to come to her senses to arrest her,
"My. God! Are you in the police
no
"What business is it of yours
1T Its ae every y mans business to see
"You can take my word that she is
innocent
.IThen you are guilty
then9''
i cit was just providence that killed
him. But, mind you this, that if had
i knocked his brains out, as it was in my
. heart to do, he would have had no more
than his due from my hands. If his
own guilty conscience had not struck
him down it is likely enough that
J might have had his blood upon my
soul. You want me to tell the story
: Well, I don't know why / shouldn't, fol
efei t. : no cause Tor me TO Pc ASHAMED
cit was in this way, sir. You see me
now with my back like camel and my
ribs all awry, but there was a time
J smartest man in the 117th foot. W.
were in India then, in environments, a
| a place well call Bhurtee. Barclay
: who died the other day, was sergean
in the same company as myself, and tn,
: belle Of the regiment, ay, and the fines
Z girl that ever had the breath O.
life between her lips, was Nancy De
! voy, the daughter Of the color-servant
> There were two men that loved he1
1 and one that she loved, and you II smil
/ when you look at this poor thing hud
r died before the fire, and hear me sa,
Y THAT it was for my good looks tina
i she loved me.
e Well. tho I had her heart. her faith
a er was set upon her marrying Barclay
was harum-scarum, reckless lid. an
E he had had an education, and was a
I ready marked for the sword-belt. Blu
t the girl held true to me, and it SCENE
d that I would have had her when tn