Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1922-10-27
The Man With
the Twisted Lip
~~'''-' Mcclure
Part Five
By SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYL1

We both sprang in, and away we dashed
down the London Road. A few country
carts were stirring, bearing in vegetables
to the metropolis, but the lines Of villas
on either eide were as silent and lifeless
rs some city in q dream.
ut has been in eomc points singular
case, said Holmes, flicking the horse on
into gallop. 81 confess that have been
as blind as mole but it is better to learn
wisdom late than never TO learn il at ALL"
In town the earliest risers were Just
beginning to look sleepily from their
windows ms we drove through the streets
of the Surrey side. Passing down the
Waterloo Bridge Road wo crossed over
the river, and dashing up Wellington
Street wheeled sharply to the right, and
found ourselves in Bow Street. Sherlock
Holmes WAS well known to the Force,
and the two constables at tho door
saluted him. One of them held tho horses
head while the other led us in.
"Who i, on duty2" asked Holmes.
Inspector Bradstreet, sir"
"Ah, Bradstreet, how are your" A
tall, stout official had come down the
stone tagged passage, in peaked cap
and froggcd jacket II wish to have a
quiet word with you, Bradstreet."
Certainly, Mr.. Holmes. Step into
my room here"
1t WAS small, office-likc room,
with q huge ledger upon the table, and n
telephone projecting from the wall.
The inspector sat down at his desk.
"What can l do for you, Mr.
Holiness"
Il called about that beggarman,
Boonc-the one who was charged with
being concerned in the disappearance
of MIR. Neville st. Clair, Of LeeP
"Ycs. He was brought up and re-
mandcd for further inquiries"
80 heard. You have him here7"
'in the cells"
"ls he quiet?"
ooh, he gives no trouble. But he is a
dirty scoundrel.'
Dirty"
"Ycs, it is all We can do to make
him wash his hands, and his face is
as black as tinker's. Well, when
once his case has been settled, he will
have n regular prison bath; and think
if YOU saw him, YOU would agree with me
! that he needed It"
IL should like to see him very much. -
Would you? That is easily done.
Come this way. You can leave your
bag"
"No, think that I'll take it,"
"Ncry good. Come this way, il
YOU please" He led us down passage
opened a barred door, passed down a
winding stair, and brought us TO white
washed corridor with line of doors or
each side.
"Thc third on the right is his,
said the inspector. Here it isW Hc
quietly shot back a panel in the upper
part of the door and glanced through
"He is alseep," said he. "Iou cal
see him very we'll
We both put our eyes TO the graf
ing. The prisoner lay with his fac
towards us, in very deep sleep, breath
ing slowly and heavily. He was
middle-sized man, coarsely clad as be
came his calling, with a colored shir
protruding through the rent in his tat
tered coat. He was. as the inspector ha,
said, extremely dirty, but the grim
which covered his face could not copcea
its repulsive ugliness. A broad whea
from an old scar ran right across 1t from
eve to chin, and hy its contraction ha,
turned up one side of the yupper lip
so that three teeth were exposed in
perpetual snarl A shock of very brigh
red hair grew low over his eyes and fore
head
Hes beauty, isn't he?" said tn
Inspector.
"He certainly needs wash" re
marked Holmes. Il had an idea tha
he might. and 4 took the liberty @
bringing the tools with me" He opene
the Gladstone bag as he spoke, and too
out, to my astonishmcnt, very larg
bath-sponge.
"Hc he! You are funny one,
chuckled the inspector.
Now, If you will have the grea
goodness to open that door very quietly
) we will soon make him cut much NOR
respectable figure
well, / don't know why not,
said the Inspector. He doesn't loo
credit TO the Bow Street cells. doc
he?" He slipped his key'into the loci
and we all very quietly entered the Gel
The sleeper half turned, and then settle
down once moro into a deep sllunbeI
IfolS les stopped 20 the Watering, moist
ened his sponge, and then rubbed
twice vigorously across and down III
prisoners face.
let me introduce YOU" he shouted
"to Mr. Neville St. Clair, of Lee, in til
county OF Kent"
Tomorrow-Tbe Man With the
Twisted Lip, concluded.