The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-05-17

| You can imagine, Watson, how
shocked both his son and were. His
attack did not last long, however, for
when we undid his collar and sprinkled
the water from one of the finger
glasses over his face, he gave a gasp
or two and sat up. E
"'Ah, boys said he, forcing smile,
I hope haven't frightened you.
Strong as I look, there is weak place
in my heart, and it does not take much
you manage this, Mr.. Holmes, but it
seems to me that all the detectives of
fact and of fancy would be children in
your hands. That's your line of life,
Sir, and you may take the word Of
man who has seen something Of the
world.'
And that recommendation, with the
exaggerated estimate of my ability
with which he prefaced it, was, if you
thing which ever made me feel that a
profession might be made out Of what
had up to that time been the merest
hobby. At the moment, however, I was
too much concerned at. the sudden i'll
ness of my host to think Of anything
else.
.''I hope that I have said nothing to
pain you,' said I. -..
"fWell, you certainly touched upon
rather tender. point. Might I ask
how you know and how much you
know9' He spoke now in half testing
fashion, but look Of terror still
lurked at the back of his eyes. ="
'1'It' is simplicity ITSELF said I.
when you barred your arm to draw that
been tattooed in the bend Of the elbow.
The letters were still legible, but 1t was
perfectly clear from their blurred ap-
pearance and from the staining of the
skin around them that efforts had been
made to obliterate them. It was obvi-
Gus, then, that those initials had once
been very familiar to you, and that you
What an eye you have!' he cried
with a sign Of relief. TT is just as you
say. But we won't talk of it. Of all
ghosts, the ghosts of our old lovers are
the worst. Come into the billiard-roon
and have quiet cigar.
"From that day, amid all his cordi
; atty, there was always touch of sus
me. Even his son remarked it. you We
. given the governor such turn, said
he, that he'll never be sure again Of
:. what you know and what you don u
know He did not mean to show it
} am sure, but it was SO strongly in his
mind that it peeped out at every action
, At last [ became SO convinced that
3 was causing him uneasiness that 1 drew
my visit to a close. On the very day
.. however, before I left, an incident oc
J CURED which proved in the sequel to be
of Importance.
"We were sitting out upon the 1awr
on garden chairs, the three Of us, bask
ing in the sun and admiring the view
: across the Breads, when a maid came
5 out to say that there was man at thu
2 Edoor who wanted to see Mr.. Trevor.
q n. Z" What is his name?' asked my
/ host. - .'.s'.'. .2S. 100, n.y. E,a&
:. ole would not e i've any.
q H' What does he want. then?'
. "'He says that you know him ant
that he only wants a moments CONVEX
e sation.' ..-... '.s -,
). Show him round here.' An in
9 slant afterward there appeared little
wizened fellow with cringing name
!. and a shambling style of walking. HI
j. wore an open jacket, with a splotch O.
b tar on the sleeve, a red-and-black checl
0 shirt, dungaree trousers and heav,
< boots badly worn. His face was thil
I and brown and crafty, with perpet
4 ual smile upon it, which showed al
: irregular line Of yellow teeth, and hi
o crinkled hands were half. closed in
i way that is distinctive Of sailors. A
he came slouching across the lawn
d heard Mr.. Trevor make sort of hic
: coughing noise in his throat, and, jump
|, ing out Of his chair he ran into tn
9 house. He was back in a moment, an
r T smelt a strong reek Of brandy as b
n passed me.
Q "zWell, my man. said he. 'Wha
|, can I do for you?'
v "The sailor stood looking at hin
n with puckered eyes and with the sam
d loose-lipped smile upon his face.
9 you don't know me?' he asked.
a. " 'Why, dear me, it is. surely Hud
:. son, said Mr.. Trevor in a tone Of SUI
o prise. In" 1859 .%4s
Q g Hudson it is, SIR said the seaman
= why, it's thirty years and more sine
n house, and me still picking my salt mea
out Of the harness cask.
r Tut, you will find that I have no
f forgotten old times cried Mr.. Trevor
" and walking towards the sailor, he sal
# something in low voice. Go into tn
d Kitchen he continued out loud, an
I you will get food and drink. I hav
h no doubt that shall find you situs
d ton
IS Thank you, SIR said the seaman
sho rt-handed at that, and I wants
e. rest. II thought ia get it either wit
<. Mr.. Beddoes or with YOU
y. All cried Trevor. you kno'
4 where MT. BeddOeS lSV .~
> "'Bless you, sir I know where a
~ my old friends are said the fellow wit
r sinister smile, and he slouched O
e. after the maid to the. kitchen. M
Trevor mumbled something to us abor
ID having been shipmate with the ma
when he was going back to the digging
e. and then, leaving us on the lawn, b
n, went indoors. An hour later, when "
10 entered the house, we found hi
ID stretched dead drunk upon the dinin,
ye room sofa. The whole incident left
n, most ugly impression upon my min
and I was not sorry next day to leav
- Donnithorpe behind me, for | felt thu
b. my presence must be sort of emba
re rassment to my friend.
IN .''All this occurred during the fir!
it month of the long vacation. / went L
lie to my London rooms, where / spe1
n. seven weeks working out a few exper
III ments in organic chemistry. One da
n however, when the autumn was far a.
vanced and the vacation drawing to
e. close, I received a telegram from m
in friend imploring me to return to Dol
nithorpe, and saying. that he was
W great need of my advice and assistanc
of Of course L dropped everything and $,
out for the north once more.
~ He met me with the dogcart at tt
k statio1S and I saw at a glance that tt
- last two months had been very tryir
ones for him. He had grown thin an
of careworn and had lost the loud, cherl
manner for which he had been remar,
Id able.
g The governor is dying were IL
|. first words he said.
sImpossible! I cried. What is I'll
r,oo4forq1