The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1906-07-27

have been just what his employer
wanted. His work consisted in writ
Ing all the morning to the professors
dlctation. and he usually spent the
evening In hunting up references and
passages which bore upon the ext
days york. This Winoughby Smith
has nothing against him. either as n
boy at Upptngham or as a oun man
at Cambridge. I have seen his testi-
monials. and from the first he was q
decent. quiet, hardworking fellow. with
no weak spot in him at all. And yet
this is the lad VIC has met his death
this morning in The professors study
under circumstances which a point
only to murder"
The wind howled and screamed at
the windows. Holmes and I drew
closer to the fire. while the young in
spector slowly and point by point de-
veloped his singular narrative.
IF you We're to search all England"
said he, IT cont suppose you could
find a household more self contained or
freer from outside influences. Whole
weeks would pass n not one of them
would go past the garden gate. The
professor was buried in his work and
existed for nothing else. Young Smith
knew nobody in the neighborhood, and
lived very much as his employer did.
them from the house. Mortimer. the
gardener, who wheels the bath chair,
is an army p~ensioner-an old Crimean
man of excellent character. He does
not live in the house, but in a three
roomed cottage at the other end of
the garden. Those are the only people
that you would find within the grounds
of Yoxley Old Place. AT the same time,
the gate of the garden is a hundred
yards from the main London to Chath-
man road. 1t opens with a latch, and
there is nothing TO prevent anyone from
walking in.
Now l will give you the evidence of
Susan Tarlton, who is the only person
who can say anything positive about
the matter. 1t was in the forenoon be-
tween eleven and twelve. She was en-
gagged at the in hanging some
curtains in the upstairs front bedroom.
Professor Coram was still in bed. for
rises before midday. The housekeeper
was busted with some work in the back
of the house. Willoughby Smith
been in his bedroom, which he uses as
q sitting room, but the maid heard him
at that moment pass along the passage
and descend to the study Immediately
below her. She did not see him, but
she says that she could not be mis-
taken in his quick, firm cad She did
not ear the study door close, but a
minute or so later there was a dreadful
cry in the room below. 1t was a Wild,
hoarse scream, so strange and unnat-
ural that it might have come either
from a man or a m AT the same
instant there was a heavy thud. which
shook the old house. and then all was
silence. The maid stood petrified for a
moment. and then, recovering her cour-
age, h ran downstairs. The study
door was shut and she opened 1t. In
side. u Mr.. Wiiloughby Smith was
stretched upo the floor. At first she
could see no injury. but as she tried
to raise him she saw that the blood
was pouring from the underside of his
neck. 1t was pierced by a very small
but very deep wound. which had d.
mont with which the injury had been
inflicted lay upon the carpet beside
him.. 1t was II of those small seal
ing wax knives to be found on old fash
Toned writing tables. with an ivory
handle and a stiff blade. 1t was part
of the fittings of the professors own
desk.
AT first the maid thought that
young Smith was already dead, but on
pouring some water from the carafe
over his forehead he opened his eyes
for an instant. The professor he
murmured-'it was She The maid is
prepared to swear hat those We're the
exact words. He tried desperately to
say somthing else, and he held his
right hand up in the air. Then he fell
back dead.
I'm the meantime the h~ousekeeper
had also arrived upon the scene, but
she was just too late to catch the
young mans dying words. Leaving
Susan with the body, she hurried to
the professors room. He was sitting
up in bed horribly agitated for he had
heard enough to convince him that
something terrible had occurred. Mrs.
Marker is prepared to swear that the
professor was still in his night clothes,
n indeed it was impossible for him
to dress without the help of Mortimer,
whose orders were to come at twelve
heard the distant cry, but that he
knows nothing more. He can give no
explanation of the young mans last
words, The professor-it was she.' but
imagines that they were the outcome
of delirum. He believes that Willoughby
Smith had not an enemy in the world,
n can give no reason for the crime.
His first action was to send Mortimer,
the gardener. for the local police. A
little later the chief constable sent for
me. Nothing vas moved before l got
there, and strict orders We're given that
no n should awlk upon the paths lead
ing to he house. 1t vas a splendid
chance of putting your theories into
practice, Mr.. Sherlock Holmes. There
was really nothing wanting"
Except Mr.. Sherlock Holiness" said
my companion, with a somewhat bitter
smile. We'll let US hear about It.
What sort Of a job did you make of it2"
II must ask o first. Mr.. Holmes, to
glance at this rough plan, which will
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