The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-06-08

It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning, toward the end of the win ter of ,s7, that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stepping face, and told me at a glance that some Come, Watson. comeI" he cried. The game is afoot Not a word! Into your clothes and come!" Ten minutes later we were both in a cab, and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Station. The first faint winters dawn was beginning to appear and we could dimly see the occasional figure of an blurred and indistinct in the opales- cent London reek- Holmes nestled in silence into his heavy coat, and was | glad to do the same, for the air was most biting and neither of us had | broken our fast.
 It was not until we had consumed some hot tea at the station, and taken our places in the Kentish train, that we were sufficiently thawed, he to speak and I to listen. Holmes drew note from his pocket, and read it aloud:
 ABBEY GRANGE, Marsham, Kent, > | 3:30 a. m. > l My Dear MT Ho1mes-I should be very glad of your immediate assist ance in what promises to be a most remarkable ease It is something quite in your line Except for releas- ing the lady I will see that every thing is kept exactly as I have found it, but I beg you not to lose an in stant. as it is difficult to leave Sir Eustace there.
 Yours faithfully,
 STANLEY HOPKINS.
 Hopkins has called me in seven times, and on each occasion his sum mons has been entirely Justified. said Holmes. 'I fancy Nhat every
 Ioo V into your collection, and must ad- init, Watson, that you have some power of selection, which atoneS for much which deplore in your nara tiyes, Your fatal habit of looking at everything from the point of view or a story instead of a scientific exer- else has ruined what might have been an instructive and even classical Se'- ries of dem nonStrations. You slur over work of the utmost finesse and del icacy, in order to dwell upon sensa- tional details which may excite. but cannot possibly instruct the reader
 Why do you not write them your self" I said, with some bitterness.
 t'I will, my dear Watson, l will. AL present I am, as you now, fairly busy but I propose to devote my declining years to the composition of a text book, which shall focus the whole art of detection into one volume. Our present research appears to be case of murder
 You think this Sir Eustace is dead, then?''
 sI should say so. Hopkins writ ing shows considerable agitation, and he is not an emotional man. Yes, I gather there has been violence, and that the body is left for our inspec- tion. A mere suicide would not have caused him to send for me. As to the release of the lady, it would ap- pear that she has been locked in her room during the tragedy We are moving in high life, Watson, crack ling paper, F B. monogram, coat-of- arms, picturesque address I think that friend Hopkins will live up to his reputation and that we shall have an interesting morning. The crime was committed before twelve last night"
 'rHow can you possibly tell?"
 By an inspection of the trains, and by reckoning the time. The local police had to be called in, they had to communicate with Scotland Yard, Hopkins had to go out, and he in turn had to send for me. All that makes a fair nights work. Well, here we are at Chiselhurst Station, and we shall soon set our doubts at resi-
 A drive of couple of miles through narrow country lanes brought us to a park gate, which was opened for us by an old lodge-keeper, whose