The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1905-07-12

upon the floor. fell upon him, and as
l held him my comrade blew shrill
call upon whistle. There was the
clatter Of running feet upon the pave
ment, and two policemen in uniform,
with one plain clothes detective, rushed
through the front entrance and into the
ROOM
THAT you. Lestrade?" said Holmes.
Yes, Mr. Holmes. took the job
myself It's good to see you back in
London. sir"
II think you want little unofficial
help. Three undetected murders in one
year won't do Lestrade. But you han
died the Mo!esey mystery with less
than your usual-that's to say. you
handled it fairly Well"
We had all risen to our feet, our pris-
oner breathing hard, with stalwart
constable on each side of him. Already
few loiterers had begun to collect in
the street Holmes stepped up to the
window, closed it and dropped the
blinds. Lestrade had produced two
candles, and the policemen had I'M
covered their lanterns. was able
at last to have good look at our pris-
oner.
1t was tremendously virile and vet
sinister face which was turned toward
us. With the brow Of philosopher
above and the jaw of a sensualist be-
low, the man must have started with
great capacities for good. or for evil
But one could not look upon his cruel
blue eyes, with their dropping. cynical
lids, or upon the fierce. aggressive nose
and the threatening. deep lined bfow
without reading natures plainest dan
ger signals He took no heed Of any of
us. but his eyes were fixed upon
Holmes face with an expression in
which hatred and amazement were
equally blended. you fiend," he kept
on muttering-"you clever, clever
fend."
"Ah, colonel" said Holmes. arrang
ing his rumpled collar, Journeys end
in lovers meetings. as the old play
says. don't think have had the
pleasure Of seeing you since you ia
vored me with those attentions as lay
on the ledge above the Reichenbach
fall"
The colonel still stared at my friend
like man in trance. "You cunning
cunning fiend!" was all that he could
say.
| Il have not introduced you yet" said
Holmes. "This, gentlemen, is Colonel
Sebastian Moran, once Of her majesty's
Indian army and the best heavy game
shot that our eastern empire has ever
produced. believe am correct, colo
mel, in saying that your bag Of tigers
still remains unrivaled?"
| The fierce old man said nothing, but
still glared at my companion With
J his savage eyes and bristling mustache
he was wonderfully like a tiger him
self.
81 wonder that my very simple STRAIT
, agem could deceive so old a shikari,' y
said Holmes ct must be very familiar
to you. Have you not tethered young
! kid under a tree, lain above it with
your rife and waited for the bait to
bring up your tiger? This empty
house is my tree, and you are my tiger.
You have possibly had other guns in
reserve in case there should be several
tigers or in the unlikely supposition Of
your own aim failing you. These"-he
pointed around-.'are my other guns.
The parallel is exact"
1 Colonel Moran sprang forward with
snarl Of rage, but the constables
dragged him back The fury upon his
face was terrible to look at.
! II confess that you had one small
surprise for me-" said Holmes. 81 did
not anticipate that you would yourself
make use OF this empty house and this
convenient front window | had mag
ined you as operating from the street,
where my friend Lestrade and his mer-
ny men were awaiting you. With that
i exception all has gone as expected"
Colonel Moran turned to the official
detective
You may or may not have Just
! cause for arresting me-" said he, but
at least there can be no reason why l
should submit to the gibes Of this per-
J son. II am in the hands Of the law
! let things be done in legal way"