The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-06-16
The Adventure Of the Priory School
with Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
BY SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
pyrght Harper special

"By Heaven, Watson, | believe that !
I've got it," he cried. Yes, yes, it !,
must be so. Watson, do you remember |
seeing any cow-tracks today?"
Yes, several
Where
We'll, everywhere +-hey were at
the morass, and again on the path, and
again near where poor Heidegger met
his death"
Exactly. Well, now, Watson, how
many cows did you see on the
moor" /
Il don't remember seeing any
Strange, Watson, that we should
see tracks all along our line, but never
a COW on the whole moor Very
strange, Watson, eh?'
Yes, it is strange"
Now. Watson, make an effort, throw
your mind back. Can you see those
tracks upon the PATH"
Yes, can
Can you recall that the tracks were
sometimes like that, Watson"-he ar
ranged a number of bread crumbs in
this fashion 3: : and some
times like this :. :. :. and oc-
casionally like this"-.:.:.:. Can you
remember that?
no, cannot"
! But / can. | could swear to It.
! However, we will go back at our leis
ure and verify it. What blind beetle
! | have been, not TO draw my con-
clusion,"
And what is your conclusion?"
! Only that it is a remarkable COW
which walks, canters and gallops. By
George. Watson, it was no brain of
a country publican that thought out
such blind as that. The coast seems
to be clear, save for that lad in the
smithy. Let US slip out and see what
we can see
| There were two rough-haired, I'M
kempt horses in the tumbledown
stable. Holmes raised the hind leg of
one of them and laughed aloud.
old shoes, but newly shod-old
shoes, but new nails. This case de
serves to be a classic. Let US go
across to the smithy"
The lad continued his work without
regarding US. | saw Holmes eye dart
ing to right and left among the litter
of iron and wood which was scattered
about the floor. Suddenly, however
We heard a step behind US, and there
was the landlord, his heavy eyebrows
Drawn down over his savage eyes, his
swarthy features convulsed with pas
sion He held a short, metal-headeC
stick in his hand, and he advanced ir
so menacing a fashion that | was right
glad TO feel the revolver in my
: pocket.
You Internal spies" the man cried
What are you doing there"
Why. Mr.. Reuben Hayes" salt
Holmes, cody, one might think tina
you were afraid of our finding some
I thing out"
The man mastered himself with
4 violent effort, and his grim moutl
. loosened into a false laugh, which wa
4 more menacing than his frown.
: You're welcome to all you can fin
z out in my smithy," said he. But Loo
q here, mister, l don't care for folk pol
e ing about my place without my leave
-, so the sooner you pay your score an
Il get out of this the better | shall b
Il pleased"
All right Mr. Hayes, no harr
i meant" said Holmes. I'VE have bee
having look at your horses, but
u think Eli walk, after all. It's not ia,
S | believe"
Not more than two miles to tn
IL Hall gates. That's the road to tn
? left" He watched US with sullen eye
until we had left his premises.
e We did not go very far along tn
L road, for Holmes stopped the instar
e that the curve hid Us from the lant
!, lords view.
y We were warm. as the childre
e say, at that inn said he Il seel
n to grow colder every step that | tax
q away from it. No, no, can't possibl
d leave it."
Il am convinced" said I. that III
7r Reuben Hayes knows all about it,
Is more self-evident villain | never saw
le "Oh, he impressed you in that wa
n did he? There are the horses, thel
Re is the smithy. Yes, it is an interes
n ing place, this Fighting Cock. thin
we shall have another look at it in q
= unobtrusive way"
- A long, sloping hillside, dotted wit
grey limestone boulders, stretched b
= hind US. We had turned off the roa
- and were making our way up Il
hill, when, looking in the direction
Of Holdernesse Hall, | saw a cyclist col
II: ing swiftly along.
IT Get down, Watson!" cried Holm
or with a heavy hand upon my shoulde
We had hardly sunk from view VIII,
~ the man flew past US on the roa
at Amid rolling cloud of dust, | caug
lis a glimpse OF a pale, agitated face
1T face with horror in. every lineameI
-, the mouth open, the eyes staring vii
ly in front. 1t was like some stran
by caricature of the dapper James Wild
of whom we had seen the night before
p The Dukes secretary" cri
tn Holmes, Come, Watson, let US S
id what he does"
at We scrambled from rock to roc
il until IN few moments we had ma
e. our way to point from which
could see the front door of the in
81 Wilder's bicycle was leaning again
the wall beside it. No one was me-
ing about the house, nor could
catch glimpse of any faces at t
) windows. Slowly the twilight ere