The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-03-05

was a wonder the man lived,
seeing how twisted he was, and that he
spoke in a strange tongue sometimes,
and that for the last two nights she
had heard him grooming and weeping
in his bedroom. He was all right, as
far as money went, but in his deposit
he had given her what looked like a
bad form. she showed it TO me, Wat
son, and it was an Indian rupee.
80 now, my dear fellow. you see
exactly how we stand and why it is 1
want you. 1t is perfectly plain that
after the ladies parted from this man
he followed them at a distance, that he
saw the quarrel between husband and
wife through the window, that he
rushed in. and that the creature which
he carried in his box got loose. That is
all very certain. But he is the only
person in the world who can tell us
exactly what happened in that room."
And you intend to ask aim"
"Most certainly-but in the presence
of a witness"
and 1 am the witness?'
"If you will be so good. If he can
clear the matter up, well and good. If
he refuses. we AVE no alternative but
to apply for a warrant"
But how do you know he'll be there
when we return
"You may be sure that 1 took some
precautions. I lave one of my Baker
street boys mounting guard over him
who would stick to him like a burr, go
where he might. We shall find him in
Hudson street tomorrow, Watson, and
meanwhile / should be the criminal
myself If l kept you out of bed any
longer"
1t was midday when we found our
selves at the scene of the tragedy, and,
under my companions guidance, we
made our way at once to Hudson street.
In spite of his capacity for concealing
his emotions, I could easily see that
Holmes was in a state of suppressed ex-
element, while I was myself tingling
with that half-sporting, half-intellectual
pleasure which I invariably experienced
when 1 associated myself with him in
his Investigations.
This is the street." said he. as we
turned into a short thoroughfare lined
with plain two-storied brick houses.
"Ah. here is Simpson to report"
He's in all right, Mr.. Holiness cried
a small street Arab, running up to us.
Good, Simpson," said Holmes, pat
ting him on the head. Come along,
Watson. This is the house," He sent
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come on important business. and a mo-
ment later we were face to face with
the man whom we had come. to soc.
In spite of the warm weather he was
crouching over a fire, and the little
room was like an oven. The man sat
all twisted and huddIed in his chair
in a way which gave al indescribable
impression of deforlnity, but the face
which he turned towards us, though
worn and swarthy, must at some time
have been remarkable for its beauty.
He looked suspiciously at us now oft
of yellow-shot, bilious eyes, and, with
out speaking or rising, he waved
towards two chairs.
Mr.. Henry Wood, late of India. 1
believe" said Holmes affably. 1--WE
come over this little matter of Colonel
Barclays DEATH"
what should I know about that?"
That's what I want to ascertain.
You know, I suppose, that unless the
matter is cleared up, Mrs. Barclay.
who is an old friend of yours, viii in
all probability be tried for murder"
The man gave a violent start.
y don't know who you are" he creid,
nor how you come to know what yoil
do know, but win YOU swear that this
is true that you tell me?'
Why, they are only waiting for her
to come to her senses to arrest hers
MY God! Are you in the police
yourself?"
NO"
What business is it of yours, them"
IT'S every mans business to see
justice done.I'
You can take my word tina she is
innocent"
Then you are guilty"
mo, l am not"
Who killed Colonel James Barclay,
them"
1T was just providence that killed
him. But, mind you this, that if I
had knocked his brains out. as it was
in my heart TO do, he would have had
no more than his due from my hands.
If his own guilty conscience had not
struck him down it is likely enough
that I might have had his blood upon
my soul You want me to tell the
story? Well. / don't know why l
shouldn't, for there's no aus for me
to be ashamed of it.
1T was in this way, sir. You see mo
now with my back like a camel and my
all awry, but there was a time
when Corporal Henry Wood was tho
smartest man in the 117th foot. We
We're in India then, in cantonments, at
d place Wen call Bhurtee. Barclay,
who died the other day. was sergeant
in the same company as myself, and
the belle. of the regiment, aye, and the
finest girl that ever had the breath of
life between her lips, was Nancy De-
voy, the daughter of the color-sergeant.
There We're two men that loved her.
and one that she loved, you'll smile
when you look at this poor thing hnd-
died before the fire, and hear me say
that it was for my good looks that
she loved me.
well, though 7 had her heart, her
father was set upon her marrying Bar
clay. | was a harum-sCarum, reckless
lad, and he had had an education, anu
was already marked for the sword
belt. But the girl held true to me-, and
it seemed that | would have had her
when the Mutiny broke out, and all
hell was loose in the country.
1--WE were shut up in Bhurtee. the
regiment of us with half a battery OF
artillery, a company of Sikhs, and a
Of civilians and women-folk. There
We're ten thousand rebels round us, n