The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1906-05-24

he held blue cricket cap with white
chevron Oh the peak.
"At last we have clew. he cried.
THANK heaven, at last we are on the
dear boys track! 1t is his cap!'
Where was it founa?"
"1n the van of the gypsies who camp
ed on the moor. They left ON Tuesday.
Today the police traced them down and
examined their caravan. This was
| found
How do they account for it?''
"They shutfled and lied-said that
they found it on the moor on Tuesday
morning. They know where he is. the
rascals. Thank goodness, they are all
safe under lock and key. Either the
fear of the law or the dukes purse
will certainly get out of them all that
they know"
80 far so good,' said Holmes when
the doctor had ut last left the ROOM
ut at least bears out the theory that
1t is on the side of the Lower Gill moor
that we must hope for results. The po-
lice have really done nothing locally
:,
here, Watson. There is a water course
across the moor. You see it marked
here in the map. In some parts it Wild
ems into a morass. This is particularly
| so in the region between Hoidernesse
! Hall and the school 1t is vain to look
elsewhere for tracks in this dry wealth
en- and at that point there is certainly
4 chance of some record being left.
will call YOU early tomorrow morning,
and you and l will try if we can throw
some little light upon the mystery"
The Gay was just breaking when l
woke to find the long, thin form OF
Holmes by my bedside He was fully
dressed and had apparently already
been out.
81 have Gone the lawn and the hi-
cycle she'd said be. Il have also had
n ramble through the Ragged Shaw.
Now, Watson. there is cocoa ready in
the next room. ! must beg YOU to
hurry, for we have a great day before
us
His eyes shone. and his cheek was
tushed With the eXhilaration of the
master workman who sees his work
lie ready before him. A very different
Holmes this active, alert man from the
retrospective and pallid dreamer of
Baker street. l felt as looked upon
that supple figure, alive with nervous
energy, that it was indeed c strenuous
day that awaited us.
And yet it. opened in the blacklist dis
appointment. With high hopes we
struck across the peaty, russell moor
intersected With a thousand shee,
paths, until we came to the broad,
light green belt which marked the
morass between us and Hodernesse
Certainly if the lad had gone home
ward he must have passed this, AMI
he could not pass it without leaving his
traces. But no sign of him or the
German could be seen. With dark
ening face my friend strobe along the
margin, eagerly observant of every
muddy stain upon the messy surface.
Sheep marks there were in profusion,
and at one place, some miles down,
COWS had left their tracks. Nothing
more.
Check number one,'' said Holmes,
looking gloomily over the rolling ex-
; panse of the moor. There is another
morass down yonder, and narrow
neck between. Hello! Hello! Hello!
What have we hereW
We had come on small black ribbon
Of pathway. In the middle of it, clear
~ marked on the sodden soil, was the
track Of bicycle.
"Hurrah!" cried. I'VE have it,
But Holmes was shaking his head,
and his face was puzzled and expectant
rather than joyous.
"a bicycle, certainly, but not the BIZ
cycle" said he. II am familiar with
forty-two different impressions left by