Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1905-06-03
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"You can trust us to look after that,
Mr. Holiness" said Lestrade as the
whole party moved toward the door.
Anything further to say?"
"Only to ask what charge you in
tend to prefer?'
what charge, sir? Why, of course
the attempted murder of Mr.. Sherlock
HolmeA"
t'Not so, Lestrade. l do not propose
to appear in the matter at all. To you
and to you only belongs the credit of
the remarkable arrest which you have
effected. Yes, Lestrade l congratulate
you! With your usual happy mixture
of cunning and audacity, you have got
him"
"Got him! Got whom, MI. Holmes?'
1.-THE man that the whole force has
been seeking in vain-COlonel Sebas-
tan Moran, who shot the Hon. Ronald
Adair with an expanding bullet from
an air gun through the open window OF
the second floor front Of 427 Park lane
upon the 30th of last month. That's
the charge, Lestrade. And now, Wat
son, if you can endure iae draft from
q broken window [ think that half an
hour in my study over cigar may at
ford YOU some profitable amusement"
Our old chambers had been left I'M
changed through the supervision of
Mycroft Holmes and the immediate
care of Mrs. Hudson. AS I entered
saw, it is true, an unwOnted tldlneSs,
but the old landmarks were all in their
place. There was the chemical corner
and the acid stained, deal topped table.
There upon a shelf was the row OF
formidable scrapboOks and books OF
reference which many Of our fellow cit
liens would have been so glad to burn.
The diagrams, the violin case and the
pipe rack-even the Persian slipper
which contained the tObaccO-au met
my eyes as [ glanced round me. There
were two occupants of the room-one,
Mrs Hudson, who beamed upon us
both as we entered; the other the
strange dummy which had played so
important a part in the evenings adj |
ventures It was a wax colored model
OF my friend so admirably done that
it was a perfect facsimile. It stood on
a small pedestal table with an old |
dressing gown of Holmes so draped |
round it that the illusion from the |
street was absolutely perfect.
Il hope you preserved all precautions, |
Mrs. Hudson?' said Holmes.
II went to it on my knees, sir, just |
as you told me-"
Excellent. You carried the thing
out well. Did you observe where the
bullet went?"
eyes, sir. I'm afraid it has spoilt your
beautiful bust, for it passed right
through the head and fattened itself
on the WALL picked it up from the
Here it ISL
Holmes held it out to me. ga soft
revolver bullet, as you perceive, Wat
son. There's genius in that, for who
would expect to find such thing fired
from an air gun. All right, Mrs. Hud-
son; am much obliged for your as
sistance. And now, Watson, let me see
you in your old seat once more, for
there are several points which should
like to discuss with you.
He had thrown off the seedy frock
coat, and now he was the Holmes OF
Did in the mouse colored dressing gown
which he took from his effigy.
''The old shikari's nerves have not
ost their steadiness nor his eyes their
zeenness," said he, with a laugh, as he
inspected the shattered forehead Of his
oust
Plumb in the middle Of the back OF
he head and smack through the brain.
He was the best shot in India. and