The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1911-09-12
tfagedles were produced ?"
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come into the arbour here,
"nu iet US discuss it together. That
villfanous stuff seems still 70 liner
round my throat. / think we must ad-
mat that all the evidence points TO
this man, Mortimer Tregennis. having
peer the criminal in the first tragedy
thOugh he was the victim in the sec
M one. We must remember, in the
1lrst place. that there is some story of
a family quarrel, followed by a recon
Citation. How bitter that quarrel
may have been, or how hollow the re-
Cancellation, we cannot tell. When I
think Of Mortimer T~regennis, with the
foxy face and the small, shrewd, beady
eyes behind the spectacles, he is not a
mar whom / should judge to be of a
particularly forgiving disposition.
Well, in the next place, you will re-
member that this idea of someone
moving IN the garden, which took our
n for a from the real
cause Of the tragedy, emanated from
him. He had a motive in misleading
us. Finally, if he did not throw this
substance into the fire at the m
Of leaving the room, who did so? The
affair happened Immediately after his
departure. Had anyone else come in,
the family would certainly have risen
from the table. Besides, in peaceful
Cornwall, visitors do not arrive after
ten o'clock at night. We may take
it, then. that all the evidence points to
Mortimer Tregennis as the culprit."
Then his own death was suicide!'
We'll, Watson, it is on the face of
it a not impossible supposition. The
mar who had the guilt upon his soul
of having brought such q fate upon
his own family might we'll be driven
by remorse to infict it upon himself.
There are. however, some cogent
reasons against it. Fortunately there
iC ono man in ENGLAND who knows all
about it, and I lave made arg
ments by which we shall hear the facts
this afternoon from his own lips. All!
he is a little before his time. Per-
haps you would kindly step this way,
Dr.. Leon Sterndale. We ave been
conducting a chemical experiment in
doors which has left our little
hardly fit for the reception Of 50 dis
tinguished a visitor.
1 had heard the click Of the garden
gate. and now the majestic figure OF
the great African explorer appeared
upon the path. He turned in some
surprise towards the rustic arbour in
which we sat.
You sent for me, Mr.. Holmes. I
had your note about an hour ago, and
I have come, though / really do not
know why I should obey your sum
Ons
Perhaps we can clear the point
up before we SEPARATE said Holmes.
Meanwhile I ON much obliged to you
for your courteous acQuiescence. You
will excuse this informal reception in
the open air, but my friend Watson
and L have nearly furnished an addi-
tional chapter to what the papers
call the Cornish Horror, and we pre-
fer a clear atmosphere for the pres
ent. Perhaps, since the matters which
we have to discuss will affect you per-
sonally in a very intimate fashion, it
is we'll that we should talk where
there can be no eavesdropping.'
The explorer took his cigar from
his lips and gaZed Sternly at my COM
panion.
II am at a loss to know, SIR" he
said, what you can have to speak
about which affects me personally in
a very intimate fashion"
The killing Of Mortimer Tregen-
MIS- said Holmes.
For a moment I wished that I were
armed. Sterndale's fierce face turned
to a dusky red, his eyes glared,. and
knotted passionate veins stared out
in his forehead, while he sprang
forward with clenched and towards
my companion. Then he stopped, and
with a violent effort he resume a
cold, rigid calmness which was, per-
haps, more suggestive of danger tina
his hot-headed outburst.
II have lived SO long among saw
ages and beyond the law said he,
that have got into the way Of be-
ing a law to myself. You would do
well, Mr.. Holmes, not to forget 1t, TOR
I have no desire to do you an injury
Nor have / any desire to do you an
injury, DR.. Sterndale. Surely the
clearest proof Of it is that, noWln
what 7 know. I have sent for you and
not for the police
Sterndale sat down with a gasp,
overawed for, perhaps, the first time
in his adventurous life. Their was a
calm assurance Of power in Holmes
manner which could not be Wlthstoou-
Our visitor stammered for a moment,
his great hands opening n shutting
in his agitation.
What do YOU % he asked, at
Loot of ibis Is bluff uDOU XOur parl.