The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-09-19

ware!' How's that. Watson?"
II believe you have hit It,"
Not a doubt Of II. II Is a very UT.
gent message, thrice repeated to make
It more so. But beware Of what!
Wait a bit; he Is coming to tie win.
dow once more"
Again We saw the dim silhouette
Of a c%rouching man and the whisk OF
the small flame across the window, as
the signals were renewed. They came
n rapidly than before-so rapid
that 1t was hard to follow them.
"P ERICOLO o. -'pericolo,- Eth,
what's that, Watson? Danger. isn't
It'll Yes. by Jove, its's a danger
signal. There he o again! PERL
Halloa, what on earth"
The light had suddenly gone out,
the glimmering square of window had
disappeared. and the third floor formed
a dark band round the lofty building.
with its tiers OF shining easements.
That last warning cry had been sud-
denly cut short. How, and by whom?
The same thought occurred on the in
slant to us both. Holmes sprang I'D
from where he c%rouched by the win
dow.
This is serious. Watson" he cried.
There is some deviltry going forward!
Why should such a message stop in
such a way? should put Scotland
YARD In touch with this business-and
YET. 1t is too pressing for us to leave"
Shall | go for the police?"
We must define the situation a lit.
tie more clearly. 1t may bear some
more innocent Interpretation. Come,
watson, let us go across ourselves
and see what We can make Of It,"
AS we walked rapidly down Howe
street | glanced back at the building
which We had left. There, dimly out.
lined at the top window. l could see
the shadow of a head. a woman's head,
gazing tensely, rigidly, out into the
night, waiting with b%reathless sus.
pense FOR the renewal Of that inter
rupted message. At the doorway of
the Howe street fats a man, mufied
In a cravat and great-coat, was lean
Ing against the railing. He started
as the hall-light fell upon our faces.
"Holmes!" he cried.
Why, Gregson!" said my compan.
ion, as he shook hands with the Scot.
land Yard detective. Journeys end
with lovers meetings. What brings
you here?"
The same reasons that bring you.
l expect" said Gregson. How you
got on to 1t l can't imagine"
Different threads, but leading up
to the same tangle. I've been taking
the signals"
"Signals?"
Yes, from that window. They
broke off in the middle. We came
over to e the reason. But since it Ia
safe In your hands l see no object in
continuing the business"
Wait a Bit" cried Gregson. eager,
ly. III do you this justice, Mr..
Holmes, that / was never In a case
that / didn't feel stronger for having
you on my side. There's only the one
exit to these flats, SO We have him
safe"
Who is he?"
We'll, we'll, We score over you foi
once, Mr.. Holmes. You must give
US best this time" He struck his
stick sharply upon the ground, or
which a cabman, his whip in his hand
sauntered over from a four-wheelel
which stood on the far side of the
street. May introduce you to Mr.
Sherlock Holmes?" he said to the cab
man. This is Mr.. Leverton of Pink
erton's American agency"
The hero Of the Long Island Cave
mystery?' said Holmes. "Sir. l an
pleased to meet you"
The American, a quiet, businesslike
young man, with a clean-shaven
Ratchet face, flushed up at the word,
OF commentator. 81 am on the :rai.
OF my life now, Mr.. Holiness" said he
IF l can get Gorgiano-"
"What! Gorgiano Of the Red Cir
Gle"
"Oh, he has a European fame, hal
he? Well, we've learned all aboul
him In America. We know he Is a.
the bottom Of fifty murders, and YET
we have nothing positive we can take
him on. l tracked him over from New
York, and I've been close to him foi
a week in London, waiting some ex
cuse to get my hand on his collar. Mr.
Gregson and l ran him to ground IN
that big tenement house. and there's
only the one door. SO he can't slip US
There's three folk COME out aimee h<
went in. but III swear he wasn't one
Of them"
Mr.. Holmes talks Of signals" said
Gregson. Il expect. as usual, ha
knows q good deal that We don't"
In q few clear words Holmes ex.
planned the situation as 1t had ap.
Ipeared to us. The American struck
his hancs together with v~exation.
Hes on to us!" he cried.
why do you think SOL"
well. 1t figures out that way, does
Il not? Here he IL. sending out mes.
sages to an accomplice-thero ara aey.