The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-02-22

'If it is not too much troub1e'' The J. P. shrugged his shoulders and led the way into his own cham Der, which was a plainly furnished moved across it in the direction of the window, Holmes fell back until he and I were the last. of the group. Near the foot of the bed stood a dish of oranges and a carare of water. As we passed it Holmes, to my unuttera- ble astonishment, leaned over in front of me and deliberately knocked the whole thing over. The glass smashed into a thousand pieces and the fruit rolled about into every corner of the room.
 You've done it now Watson" said he, coolly. "A pretty mess you've made of the carpet"
 I stopped in some confusion and began to pick up the fruit. under standing for some reason my com panion desired me to take the blame upon myselfA The others did the same, and set the table on it's legs again.
 ..Hullo," cried the Inspector, where's he got top
 Holmes had disappeared
 Wait here an instant" said young Alec Cunningham '~The fellow is off his head, in my opinion. Come with to!'
 They rushed out of the room, 1eav- ing the Inspector, the Colonel, and me starring at each other.
 "'Pon my word. I am inclined to agree with Master A1ec," said the of ffcial. Ut may be the effect of this illness, but it seems to me that
 His words were cut short by a sud den screm of "He1p! He1pi Murderi' With thrill I recognized the voice as from the room on to the landing. The cries, which had sunk down into a hoarSe ,inarticulate shouting, came from the room which we had first dressing-room beyond. The two Cunninghams were bending over the prostrate figure of Sherlock Holmes, the younger c1utching his throat with both hands, while the elder seemed to be twisting one of his wrists. In an instant the three of us had torn them away from him, and Holmes stag gered to his feet, very pale and evil dently greatly exhausted
 Arrest these men, Inspector" he gasped.
 ''On what charge?''
 That of numbering their coach man, William Kirwan.'
 The Inspector stared about him in bewi1derment "Oh, come now, MT. Holmes" said he at last. "Im sure you don't really mean to"
 '"Tut, man look at their faces" cried Holmes, curtly.
 Never certainly have. l seen palmer confession of guilt upon hu- man countenances The older man seemed numbed and dazed, with a heavy, sullen expression upon his strongly marked face. The son, on the other hand, had dropped all that jaunty flashing style which had chara cterized him, and the ferocIty of dangerous wild beast gleamed in his dark eyes and distorted his hand some features. The Inspector said nothing, but, stepping to the door, he blew his whistle. Two of his con- stables came at the call.
 t'I have no alternative, MT. Gun ningham," said he. T trust that this may all prove to be an absurd mis- take, but you can see that An, would you? Drop it!'' He struck out with his hand and a revolver which the younger man was in the act of cooking clattered down upon the floor.
 Keep that" said Holmes, quietly putting his foot upon it; "you will find it useful at the trial. But this is what we really wanted.'' He held up a little crump1ed piece of pa per.
 'tThe remainder of the sheet!" cried the Inspector.
 Precisely
 And where was it g
 Where I was sure it must be. I'll make the whole matter clear to you presently. think, Colonel, that you and Watson might return now. and I will be with you again in anl