The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-10-05

Thus pressed by us all, Holmes
showed signs of irresolution He con-
tinued to walk up and down the room
with his head sunk On his chest and
his brows drawn down, as was his
habit when lost in thought.
"There will be no more murders" he
said, at last, stopping abruptly and
facing us. You can put that consid-
Grafton out of the question. You have
asked me If I know the name Of the
assassin. 1 do. The mere knowing of
his name is a small thing, however,
compared with the power of laying our
hands upon him. This l expect very
shortly to do. I have good hopes of
managing 1t through my w arrange
ments; but 1t is a thing which needs
delicate handling, for we AVE a shrewd
and desperate man to deal with. who
Is supported, as ! have had occasion
to prove, by another who is as clever
as himself. As long as this mar has
no idea that any one can have a clue,
there is some chance of securing him;
but IL he had the slightest suspicion, ne
would change his name, and vanish In
an instant among the fou million in
habitants of this great city. Without
meaning to hurt either Of your feelings,
I am bound to say that l consider
these men to be more than q match
| for the official force, and that Is why
I have not asked your assistance. If l
fail 1 shall of course incur all the blame
due to this omission: but that I am
prepared for. At present / am ready
to promise that the instant that I can
communicate with you without endan-
gering my own combinations, 1 shall
do So"
Gregson and Lestrade seemed to be
far from satisfied by this assurance,
or by the d~epreciating alluslon to the
detective police. The former had
flushed up to the roots of his flaxen
hair, while the others beady eyes glis-
tened with curiosity and resentment.
Neither OF them had time to speak,
however, before there was q tap at the
door and the spokesman OF the street
arabs, young Virgins, introduced his
insignificant and unsavory person.
please, sir" he said, touching his
forelock, II have the a downstairs"
Good boy" said Holmes, biandly.
"Why don't you introduce this pattern
at Scotland Yard?" he continued, TAX
ing a pair of steel handouts from a
drawer. See how beautifully the
spring works. They fasten in an in
slant"
The old pattern is good enough"
remarked Lestrade, ST we can find the
man to put them on"
Every good, very good" said Holmes,
shilling. 1.-THE cabman may as well
help me with my boxes. Just ask him
to step up, Virgins"
L was surprised to find my companion
speaking as though he were about to
set out on a journey, since he had not
said anything to me about it. There
was a small portmanteau in the room,
and his he pulled out and began to
strap. He was busily engaged at |,
when the cabman entered the room.
Jus give me a help with his
buckle, cabman," he said, kneeling over
his task, and never turning his head.
The fellow came forward with a
somewhat sullen, defiant air. and put
down his hands to assist. AT that mo-
slant there was a sharp click, the jang-
ling of metal, and Sherlock Holmes
sprang to his feet again.
Gentlemen" he cried, with flashing
eyes, 'let me introduce you to Mr..
Jefferson Hope, the murderer of Enoch
Drebber and of Joseph Stangerson."
The whole thing occurred in a mo-
ment-so quickly that / had no time to
realize it. I have a vivid recollection
of that instant. of Holiness triumphant
expression and the ring of his voice,
of the claimants dazed. savage face. as
he glared at the glittering handouts,
which a appeared as if my magic
upon his wrists. For a second or two
we might have been a group of statues.
Then, with an inarticulate roar of
fury, the prisoner wrenched himself
free from Holiness grasp, and hurled
himself through the window. Wood
work and glass gave way before him:
but before he got quite through, Greg
son. Lestrade, and Holmes sprang upon
him like so many stag-hounds. He
was dragged back into the room, and
then commenced a terrific conflict. SO
powerful and so fierce was he. that the
four of us were shaken off again and
again. He appeared to have the con- !
vulsive strength of a man in an cpl
LEIPZIG fit. His face n hands were
terribly mangled by the passage
through the glass. but loss of blood had
NO effect in diminishing his resistance.
1t was not until Lestrade succeeded in
getting his hand inside his neckcloth
and half strangling him that We made
him realize that his struggles were of
no avail; and ven then we felt no
security until We had pinioned his feet
we'll as his hands. That done, We
rose to Il feet, breathless and pant
ing.
I'VE have his cab" said Sherlock
Holmes. at will serve to take him to
Yard And now, gentlemen"
he continued, with a pleasant smile,
1--WE have reached the end of our little
mystery. You are very welcome to put
any questions hat you like to me
and there is no danger that I will
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