Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-07-13

III tAe lark jungle OF CRIMINAL London,
but 1 was we'll assured, from the bear
ing of this master huntsman, tina h
adventure was a most grave one
While the sardonic smile which occas-
lonally broke through his ascetic gloom
BODIED little good for the object of our
quest.
l had imagined that we We're bound
for Baker street, but Holmes stopped
the cab at the corner Of Cavendish
square. l observed hat as he stepped
out he gave a most searching glance
to right and left, n at every sub
sequent street corner he took the ut
most pains to assure that he was not
Followed. Our route was certainly a
singular me-. Holmes knowledge of
the byways Of London was extraor-
binary, and on this occasion he passed
rapidly and with an assured step
through a network OF news stables
the very existence of which / had new
er known. We emerged at last into
a small road. lined with old. gloomy
houses, which led US into Manchester
street. and so to Blandford street. Here
he turned swiftly down a narrow pas
sage. passed through a wooden gate
into a deserted yard. and then opened
with a key the back door of a house.
We entered together and he closed 1t
behind us.
The place was pitch dark, u it was
evident that 1t was an empty house.
Our feet creaked and cracked over the
pare planking, and my outstretched
hand touched a wall from which the
paper was hanging in ribbons. Holmes
cold, thin fingers closed around my
wrist and led me forwards down a
long hall. until 1 dimly saw the murky
fanlight over the door. Here Holmes
turned suddenly to the right, and we
found ourselves in a large. square, en-
pity room, heavily Swallowed in the cor
ners: but family lit in the center from
the lights Of the street beyond. There
was no lamp near. n the window was
thick with dust. so that we could only
just discern each others figures with
In. My companion put his hand upon
my shoulder and his lips close to my
ear.
DO you know where we are?" he
whispered.
Surely that is Baker street" an
swered. staring through the dim win
dow.
Exactly. We are in Camden house.
which stands opposite to our own old
quarters"
But why are we here?'
'because 1t commands so excellent a
view OF that picturesque pile. Might
trouble you. my dear Watson, to draw
a little nearer to the window, taking
every precauticn not to show yolr-
SELF. n then to look up at our old
roons-the starting point of so many
OF your little fairy tales? We will
see II my three years of absence have
entlrely away my power to sur
prise on"
crept forward and looked across at
the familiar window. AS my eyes fell
upon It, 1 gave a gasp and a cry of
amazement. The blind was down and
d strohg light was burning in the room.
Inc shadow of a man who was seated
IN q chair within was thrown in hard.
PACK outline upon the luminous screen
OF the lndow There was no mistake
ing the poise Of the head, the square
ness or the shoulders. the sharpness Of
inc FEATURES. The face was turned half
around and the effect was that OF one
OF those black silhouttes which our
grandparents loved to frame. 1t was a
perfect reproduction of Holmes So
amazed was / that l threw out my
nand to make sure that the man HIM
sell was standing beside me. He was
quivering with silent laughter
"Well?" said he.
v%elous." a"i
- trust that age doth not wither nor
custom stale my infinite Variety" said
ne, and l recognized in his voice the
JOY n pride which the artist X
like, is it not?"
Il should be prepared to swear that
it was you" 'n"'
The credit of the execution is due
to Monsieur Oscar Meunier. of Gren-
ople. who spent some days in doing
the moulding. 1t is a bust in wax. The
rest l arranged myself during nv visit
to Bake street this afternoon.
But why?"
because, my dear Watson. I had the
strongest possible reason for wishinp
certain people to think that I was there
wnen l was really elsewhere"
And you thought the rooms were
Il knew that they were watched"
by whom?"
by my old enemies, Watson. By the
charming society who's leader lies in
the Reichenbach Fall. You must re-
member that they knew. and only thev
knew. that I was still alive. sooner or
later they believed hat 1 should come,
pack 70 my rooms. They watched CON
tlnuously, and this morning they saw
mo arrive. S' "a"
How do you know"
because 1 recognized their sentinel
When L glanced out of my window no
IS a harmless enought fellow, Parker
ny name. a garroter by trade. and a
remarkable performer p the Jews
narp. l cared nothing for him. E,t +
cared a great deal for the much more
m person who was behind him
the bosom friend of Moriarty. the man
VINO dropped the rocks over the cIiaY
the most cunning and dangerous Grim
ina IN London. That is the man who
IS after me tonight, Watson, and that
IS the man who is quite unaware that
we are after him" $50
The Watchers Watched.
MY friends -'ans were gradually re-
vealing themselves. From this CONVEX