Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial. (Wilmington, Del.) 1878-1928, 1922-11-13

g. we were seated AT preak1aSt one inoTIi-
ing, my wife and l, when the maid
brought in telegram. 1t was from
Sherlock Holmes, and ran in this way:
'Havc you couple of days to spare?
Have just been wired for from the West
of England in connection with Bos..
combe Valley tragedy. Shall be glad
if yoS will come with me. Air and
scenery perfect. Leave Paddington by
the Ills"
What do you say, dear?" said my
wife, looking across ut me. VIII
YOU go?"
Il really don't know what to say.
have fairly long list at present"
'Oh, Anstruther would do your
work for you. You have been look
ing little pale lately. think that
the change would do you good, and
you are always so interested IN MIR.
Sherlock Holiness cases.
Il should be ungrateful If | were
not, seeing what l gained through
one of them" l answered. But If
am to 60, / must pack at once, for
] have only half an hour"
Nv experience of camp life IN Afghan
istan had at least had the effect of max
ing me a prompt and ready traveller,
NV wants were few and simple, so that
in less than the time stated | was III
cab with my valise, rafting away TO
Paddington Station. Sherlock Holmes
was pacing up and down the platform,
his tail, gaunt figure made even gaunter
and taller by his long gray travelling
cloak and closc-htting cloth cap.
1T is really very good of you to
come, Watson" said he. at makes
q considerable difference TO me, having
some one with me on whom ] can
thoroughly rely. Local aid is always
either worthless or else biased. If you
will keep the two corner seats | shall
get the tickets
We had the carriage to ourselves save
for an immense litter of papers which
Holmes had brought with him. Among
these he rummaged and read, with in
tervals of pote-taking and of meditation,
until we were past Reading. Then he
suddenly rolled them all into o gigantic
ball, and tossed them up onto the rack.
Have YOU heard anything of the
oase?" he asked.
Not word. l have not seen a paper
for some days"
The London press has not had very
full accounts. / have Just been looking
through all the recent papers in order
TO master the particulars. 1t seems, from
what l gather, TO be one Of those simple
cases which are so extremely difficult.
That sounds little paranoNcal."
But it is profoundly true. Sing
ularity is almost invariably a clew.
The more featurcleSs and commonplace
crime is, the more difficult is it TO
bring it home In this case, how
ever, thew have established very serious
case against the son of the murdered
man"
at is murder, them"
We'll, it is conjectured to be so.
/ shall take nothing for granted until
have the opportunity Of looking per-
sonally into it. ] Will explain the state
of things to YOU, as far as | have been
able to understand it, in very few
words.
"BoScombe Valley is country dis.
trict not very far from Ross, in Her eford
shire The largest landed proprietor
in that part is a Mr. John Turner, who
made his money in Australia, and re-
turned some years ago TO the old country
One of the farms which be held, that OF
Hatherley, was let to Mr.. Charles
v,
Ian. The men had known each other
IN the colonies, so that 1t was not I'M
natural that when they came TO settle
down they should do so as near each
other as possible. Turner was apparently
the richer man, so Mccarthy became
his tenant, but still remained it seems,
upon terms of perfect equality, as they
were frequently together. Mccarthy
had one son, q lad of eighteen, and
Turner had an only daughter OF the same
age, but neither of them had wives
living. They appear to have avoided the
society of the neighboring English fami.
lies, and to have led retired lives
though both the McCarthys were fonc
of sport, and were frequently seen a
the race-meetingS of the neighborhood
Mccarthy kept two servants-a maj
and a girl Turner had a considerable
household, some half-dozen at the
least. That is as much as l have beer
able to gather about the families. Nov
for the facts.
''On June 3, that is, on Monday last
Mccarthy left his house at Hatherle,
about three In the afternoon, and walked
down to the Boscombe Pool, which is
small lake formed by the spreading
out of the stream which runs down th'
Boscombe Valley. He had been out Will
his serving-man in the morning at Ross
and he had told the man that he mus
hurry, as he had an appointment of i'm
portance to keep at three. From tina
appointment he never came back alive.
From Hatherley Farmhouse TO tn
Boscombe Pool is quarter of q mile
and two people saw him as he passet
over this ground. One was an old woman
whose name Is not mentioned, and tn
other was William Crowder, a game
keeper in the employ of Mr.. Turner
Both these witnesses depose that MI
Mccarthy was walking alone. The game
keeper adds that within few minute
OF his seeing Mr.. Mccarthy pass he ha