The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-04-30

Holmes The candle in his hand shone
upon his eager, STOPPING face and told
me at & glance that something was
amiss.
Como, Watson, comet" he cried.
THE game is afoot. Not a word. Into
your clothes and comet
Ten minutes later we were both in a
cab. and rattling through the silent
streets on our way to Charing Cross
Station. The first faint winters dawn
was beginning to appear, and We could
dimly see the occasional figure of an
early workman as he passed us, blurred
and 5ndistinct in the Opalescent Lon
don reek Holmes nestled in silence
into his heavy coat, and I was glad to
do the same. for the air WAS most bitter
and neither of us had broken our fast
1t was not until we had consumed
some hot tea at the station. and taken
our places in the KentiSh train, that
we were sufficiently thawed, he to
speak and I to listen. Holmes drew a
note frol" his pocket, and read 1T
Abbey Grange. Marsham. Kent,
$3.50 a. m.
My Dear Mr.. Holiness should be
very glad of your immediate assistance
in what promises to be most remark
able case. 1t is something quite in
your line Except for releasing the
lady l will see that everything is kept
Exactly as / have found it. but l beg
YOU not to lose an instant. as it is diff
ticult to leave Sir Eustace there
Yours faithfully,
STANLEY HOPKINS.
Hopkins has called me in seven
times, and on each occasion his sum
mons has been entirely justified" said
Holmes. Il fancy that every one of
his cases has found its way into your
collection, and l must admit Watson,
hat
which atones for much which [ deplore
I'm your narratives. Your fatal habit
of looking at everything from the point
81 view of Il story instead of as a
scientific exercise has ruined what
might have been an instructive and
even classical series of demonstration
You sluT over work of the utmost
fnesse and delicaCy. in order to dwell
upon sensational details which may
excite. but cannot possibly instruct, the
reader"
why do you not write them your
Self?' I said, with some bitterness
Il Will. my dear Watson, I will. At
present l am, as you know. fairly
busy. but 1 propose to devote my de-
clining years to the composition of a
text book. which shall focus the whole
art Of detection into one volume. Our
present research appears TO be a case
OF murder
You think this Sir Eustace is dead,
them"
Il should say so. Hopkins writing
shows considerable agitation. and he is
not an emotional man. Yes. I gather
there has been violence. and that the
body is left for our inspection 4
mere suicide would not have caused
him TO send for me As to the release
OF the lady. il would appear that she
has been locked i'm her room during the
tragedy. We are moving in high hIe.
Watson. cracking paper. e. b mono
dress. 1 think that friend Hopkins
will live up TO his reputation. and that
we shall have an interesting morning
The crime was committed before y
last night"
How can you possibly teU?"
By an inspection of the trains. and
by reckoning the time. The local
police had 10 be called in, they had to
communicate with Scotland Yard Hop
RinS had TO go out. and he I'm turn had
to send for me. All that makes a fair
nights work. Well. here we are at
thiselhurSt station. and we shall soon
set out doubts at rest"
\ drive of a couple of miles through
narrow country lanes brought us to a
park gate. which was opened for us by
an old lodge keeper. whose haggard
face bore the reflection of some great
disaster. The avenue ran through a
noble park, between lines of jancient
elms. and ended i'm low, widespread
fashion of Pauadio. The central part
was evidently of great age and
shTOuded in ivy. but the large windows
showed that modern changes had been
carried out and one wing of the house
appeared TO be entirely new. The
youthful figure and alert eager face
o. Inspector Stanley Hopkins con-
fronted us in the open doorway.
I'm very glad you have come. Mr..
Holmes And you too, DR.. Watson.
again. ] should not have troubled YOU.
for since the lady has come to herself.
she has given SO clear an account of
the affair that there is not much left
for as to DO. You remember that
LeWiSham gang of burElarS2''
What the three RandalIs?"
Exactly; the father and two sons.
It's their work. I have not "A doubt of
It. They did job at Sydenham fort
night ago, and were seen and described
Rather cool to do another so soon and
so near, but il is they beyond ali
doubt It's a hanging matter this
time
Sir Eustace is dead. them"
Yes, his head was knocked in with
his own poker"
Sir Eustace BrackenstaII. the driver
tells me"
''Exactly-one Of the richest men i'm
kent-Lady BrackenstaH is in the
morning room Poor lady she has
seemed half dead when I saw her first
think you had best see her. and hear
her account Of the facts Then we will
examine the dining room together"
Lady BraCkenstaH was no ordinary
person Seldom have seen so graceful
figure. - wOmanly presence. and so
beautiful "A face. She was blonde
EOlden-haired. blue-eyed. and would
no doubt have had the perfect com
pieNion which goes with such coIoring.
had not her recent experience left her
drawn and haggaTd. Her Sufferings
were physical as well as mental for
over one eye rose a hideouS plum
colOred swelling, which her maid a
tall. auStere E0man. was bathing as
--6GOusly with vinegar and water. The
ady lay back exhausted upon couch.
cut her quick, OhseTVant gaze. as we
entered the room, and the alert ex-
preston of her beautiful features
showed that neither her wits nor her
courage had been shaken by her terri
bic experience. She was enveloped i'm
a loose dressing gown of blue and sill
Yer, but a black sequin- covered dinner
dress was hung upon the couch beside
her.
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