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mind to take it back.Well, child. Is it not yet clear to you that your fate is one of villainy? With such thoughts as that, it is awonder you even affect a liking for him.He would take care of me.That was always my promise, as well.She walked on, to move, to flee fitfully from the voice that haunted her. She told herself over and overthat she would indeed go back to him, and that she would bring something to eat. Something small, andperhaps he would smile at her again, in that way.Six turns, two flights of stairs, a pair of Chinamen babbling in their disturbed language, and she was lost.Hopelessly. The only landmark visible was the Stack, its top crowned by a fierce, incessant red glow.There were no proper stores to be found, only an endless succession of tenements, growing one into theother with the vagaries of the towers supports. No alleys or facades broke the endless stretch of doorsunmarked and without signs, even in Chinese. At last, she stopped in an open plaza and stomped herfoot. Prick on a stick, she said.Now, now. What would the good matron think if she heard you using such language?The hobgoblin man shuffled from the dark.Reflections boiled in her memory: his words, his laughs, the too-sweet smell of his breath, the horridprodding of his goblin nails, the commands that sunk down to stimulate the baseness of the animal, wordsinscribed on the mechanisms of thought.He trained you. I fed you the tea; then he came to you to implant deeply the lessons I rendered. Heprimed you for this obedience, and you cannot cross him.With me, if you would, he said.Her feet followed his. He led her down a thin walkway to a dead-end circle stacked with garbage.Ratsflesh oneschittered and ran at their approach.Hes real. Why didnt I remember it?Come, my dear. Time is short, he said. It wasnt unexpected, your lot coming here. The cloaks knowabout this den of yours, too. But not to worry. Ive put them off.He halted in the centre of the little circular end to the alley and pivoted, hunched over his cane. Whatwas unexpected was my German being with you. I assumed my boy had done his duty, though he wasleft a mess. Though his days upon the earth are limited, your Continental friend could still be of use tome.Missy strained, breathed, whispered: What do you want?The man perked. He adjusted his top hat and regarded her quizzically. Tick, tick. Did you just speakunder your own volition, my dear?Her head moved.Heh. The man reached one knobby hand into his pocket. Either you are exceptionally strong-willedor you are simply a remarkable freak in natures panoply. This will be quite dangerous, indeed, but Isuppose theres no avoiding it.He slipped from his coat a stoppered bottle of red fluid. Her chest tightened up at the sight of it. I trustyou remember this, my dear. Gisellas preference is to dilute it with hot water. The man opened thebottle with two rough fingernails, then upended it and allowed a single drop to fall onto his fingertip.
Itstayed there, quivering, like a blot of honey.Open your mouth, my dear.Her head shook slowly, back and forth.That wont do, girl, the man said. I have other affairs that need tending. Open.Her mouth opened.The man approached. Stick out that tongue of yours, girl.The tongue obeyed.The hobgoblin man smeared the drop from his fingertip along the length of her tongue. He tasted likesweat and granulated sugar.The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun...Words echoed in her mind. The fingers twitched. The handbagopened. Inside: deliverance, power, revenge.And suddenly a prison of ice closed on her, a glacial field too vast to cross, and canyon walls too high toclimb. It froze away the awareness of her body, the perception of walls and street and air. She dreamedcold dreams. She dreamed of the hobgoblin man.Always a new experience, he said. I enjoy pure tastes myself time to time. It is a jaunt to heaven orhell, as you please.Fingers rubbed her forehead, temples, cheeks, neck, prodded in armpits, ribs, hip bones, thighs, ankles,arches.Her shoes were off. Did he take them off? Did she?Speak to me of Oliver Sumner, my dear.Missys mouth opened, and she dictated Olivers every motion and word over the past day, up to hisfrightening and cryptic remarks in the den.Fingers over the eyes. The hobgoblin man was whispering under his breath, into himself.Why did you choose him over me, my love? Was he to be your champion and liberator?Fingers bearing down, penetrating, shearing into the brain.I am wounded, my love. I am betrayed.Fingers shaping, pulling.Heh, heh. But my, it is strange, my love, how things fall into place. Perhaps you intended to put ourweapon into his hands, to stay mine. A gruesome smile. But now my German is alive and he will carryour torch into your husbands depths instead.The fingers withdrew, wisps of thought and intention clinging.And so now I will do as rivals are meant.Missy floated up, buoyed on frigid winds ripped from the juices of foreign plants and the chemicals ofthe brain. The hobgoblin man wrapped his horrid hand about her chin and cradled her skull.Little one, listen now. And as always, forget after you have heard, and be as you always were.Missy nodded.Heh. Or be as I made you, should I say? No matter.Fingers from the other hand, snaking along the jaw, scratching, soiling.Here is what I wish of you, girl. Go to Oliver Sumner, on whatever pretence suits the moment. Thendispatch him by the most expedient means available.The head nodded.Obey me, the man said. But remember nothing until you next lay eyes on me. Now get on your feet,dress, and go about your business. This should be done with all haste.Her shoes were back on.Off you go, now.The moment crumbled and the memory fell with it. She found herself at the edge of a dim, unremarkablejunction of several walkways.Prick on a stick.Where was she going? What was she doing?You went to fetch food, you scatterbrained child.Yes, of course. Something to eat. Something to make Oliver smile at me.A flash of inspiration hit her and she knew exactly what he needed.What
But wo unto him that has the law given, yea, that has all the commandments of God, like unto us, and that transgresseth them and that wasteth the days of his probation, for awful is his state.Book of Mormon, 2 NephiWhen you first read A Study in Scarlet, were you confused when you reached Chapter VIII? This is a common reaction. The first seven chapters of A Study in Scarlet take place in London in 1881 and end with the capture of Jefferson Hope. But Chapters VIII through XII are a flashback to events many years earlier in America, culminating in Hopes arrival in London. Chapters XIII and XIV continue where the seventh chapter left off. The first of these concluding chapters is essentially the old hunters own account, his statement to the police of his activities in London, and the other is primarily Holmess explanationof the case. After recovering from the trauma of being transported from 1881 London to 1847 America and back again, one may ask the question: who wrote those chapters? We may be tempted to say that Watson wrote them. However, there are two objections to this. First, how did Watson know what had happened in America some twenty to thirty-five years earlier? He might have gotten the story from Jefferson Hope, but the rest of Watsons narrative makes it clear that Watson never spoke to Hope about Hopes life in America. The second objection, first raised by Poul Arenfalk in 1960, and more recently by Peter Horrocks, is this: why would Watson refer to his own journal as if it had been written by someone else? He does this in the last sentence of Chapter XII, which reads: As to what occurred there [London], we cannot do better than quote the old hunters [Hopes] own account, as duly recorded in Dr. Watsons Journal, to which we are already under such obligations. This sentence clearly implies that Watson was not the author of the preceding chapters, but who else could have written them? The obvious alternative is the literary agent, Doyle. He was a devotee of historical fiction and had written some himself. Could he have fashioned a fictional life history for Jefferson Hope and inserted it into Watsons narrative?There is good reason to doubt this also. While the story, in general, rings true, there are a number of inaccuracies that any decent author of historical fiction would have avoided. The first American chapter sets the scene on the Great Alkali Plain. It is described as an arid and repulsive desert stretching [f]rom the Sierra Nevada to Nebraska, and from the Yellowstone River in the north to the Colorado upon the south.... From this narration, the Great Alkali Plain would seem to cover Nevada, Utah, and Wyoming, and parts of Colorado, Montana, and Idaho.Even in 1847, this was not the region of desolation and silence that is portrayed. Also, this so-called plain would have included a sizable portion of the Rocky Mountains. Clearly, there is a problem with this description of the scene.From the rest of the story,
it seems that the setting was really the Great Basin of Utah and Nevada. We will return to this description later, but for now we will assume that the Great Alkali Plain is the Great Basin. We are told that there are no inhabitants of this land of despair. A band of Pawnees or of Blackfeet may occasionally traverse it to reach other huntinggrounds.... This short description contains several errors. There were inhabitants of this area. The Shoshoni, Bannock, Ute, Paiute, and Washoe all lived in Utah or Nevada at this time. If a band of Indians had crossed this land to get to other hunting grounds, it would not have consisted of braves only, as the rest of the passage implies. Any Indian hunting trip beyond a tribes own nearby hunting grounds would have meant moving the whole tribe so that the women would be available to do the dressing and curing of the kill after the braves had done the actual hunting. Also, the tribes mentioned would not have been in this region. The Pawnee lived on the banks of the Platte River, in south-central Nebraska, about 500 miles east of the Rocky Mountains. The Blackfeet were really three separate tribes living in Canada and northern Montana. Neither the Pawnee nor the Blackfeet would have crossed hundreds of miles and the Rocky Mountains (as well as this desolate region) to go hunting. According to the story, John and Lucy Ferrier, facing death in this vast wasteland, were rescued on 4 May 1847 by a band of 10,000 persecuted Mormons following Brigham Young to the promised land. Some of this is true, some false, and some in-between. The Mormons had been persecuted. In 1844,Joseph Smith, the founder and leader of the Mormons, was murdered by a mob in Illinois. The center of the Mormon Church was in Nauvoo, Illinois, where many Mormons had gathered after being driven out of Ohio and Missouri. When Brigham Young assumed the leadership of the church and persecutions increased, he decided to follow a plan first suggested by Joseph Smithto move the entire Mormon population to a frontier refuge. The Great Basin area had recently been explored by John C. Fremont, and Young was impressed by his description of the area. In 1846, Young moved the Mormons across Iowa to a site called Winter Quarters, near present-day Omaha, Nebraska. Young used the winter to plan the remainder of the journey, dividing his followers into several groups, or companies.In early April, 1847, Brigham Young led the first company out of Winter Quarters, travelling on the north bank of the Platte River. They stayed on the north side of the river so that they did not have to compete for wood and water with the settlers using the Oregon Trail, which ran parallel to the river on its south side. Young was leading 143 men, 3 women, and 2 children in 72 wagons.On 4 May 1847, Brigham Young was leading the first small group of Mormons, but on that day he was somewhere on the north bank of
the Platte River in present-day Nebraska, about 250 miles west of Winter Quartersnowhere near any mountain. We are told that the Ferriers were rescued where the plain was rutted with wheels and trodden down by the feet of many adventurers. This probably refers to the portion of the Oregon Trail to the east of Fort Bridger; here the Mormon Trail coincided with the much-used Oregon Trail. Youngs group reached Fort Bridger on 7 July 1847 and at that point left the Oregon Trail to create a new trail headed south to the Salt Lake Valley, so the rescue was probably in early July, 1847. When John and Lucy were rescued, one of the young men told them we are the persecuted children of Godthe chosen of the angel Merona. He continued, we are of those who believe in those sacred writings, drawn in Egyptian letters on plates of beaten gold, which were handed unto the holy Joseph Smith at Palmyra. We have come from Nauvoo, in the State of Illinois, where we had founded our temple. John was then brought before Brigham Young, who is described as a man who could not have been more than thirty years of age.Most of this is accurate, but the angel of the Mormons is Moroni, not Merona.The rest is a matter of Mormon history, except for Brigham Youngs age. Brigham Young was actually 46 years old, not 30 or younger. After the Ferriers join the Mormons, the story jumps twelve years to 1859, and Salt Lake City is described as follows: It was a warm June morning, and...[d]own the dusty highroads defiled long streams of heavily laden mules, all heading for the west, for the gold fever had broken out in California, and the overland route lay through the city of the Elect. Again, we find a mixture of the true and the nearly true. The gold fever in California had been ten years earlier.In 1859, gold was discovered in the Pike's Peak region of Colorado and many California gold miners, headed east, passed through Salt Lake City bound for the gold fields of Colorado. There were westward travelers through the City of 32 the Elect, but they were silver miners headed for Nevadathe Comstock Lode had been discovered in February, 1859. One last error: after the failed escape and Lucys death, Jefferson Hope tries to take revenge on Drebber and Stangerson. When he is thwarted and his health and fortunes begin to fail, he reluctantly goes back to the mines. It is nearly five years before he returns and finds that there had been a schism among the Chosen People a few months before during which his prey left Utah. Once again, this is not quite right. John Ferrier was killed in August, 1860, so Hope would have gone back to the mines some time in 1861, which would date the schism in 1866.Two groups broke from the Mormon Church in Utah in the 1860s. The first was the Morrisites, led by Joseph Morris in 1862far too early. The other was the Godbeites, led
by the merchant William S. Godbe. The chief motive for this groups formation seems to have been greed. This was a group to which Drebber and Stangerson could relate. But the Godbeites broke from the Church in 1868, so Hope must have been absent for seven years. If Doyle had written these chapters to insert them into Watsons narrative, he would have checked the historical details. He would not have made all these mistakes. What other possibility exists? This story, with all these anomalies, could have come from Jefferson Hope! The seemingly inaccurate geographical description of the Great Alkali Plain could easily have come from Hope. He would have described the area as he knew it in the 1850s and 1860s. Before 1868, Nebraska was not a state but a territory extending from the 40th to the 49th parallel and west to the Continental Divide.A man familiar with the area before 1868 would have thought of this as Nebraska, and the Yellowstone River would then be part of it. Someone living in Utah Territory might have thought of the area of the eadwaters of the Yellowstone as a convenient northern boundary for the Great Alkali Plain. Using these definitions, we have an approximate description of the area known as the Great Basin. The error in the rescue date could simply be because Hope got it wrong from John or Lucy Ferrier or because he misremembered it. The details of Brigham Youngs wagon train might have been exaggerated over the years.While Youngs band consisted of 148 people, about 10,000 of his followers did follow his trail over the next three years, in nearly a constant stream except for the winter months. In twelve years, the facts may have given way to the legend and this legend could be what Jefferson Hope heard from the Mormons. The mistake in Brigham Youngs age is also reasonable, for one who knew him. Apparently, he looked much younger than his years. Some years later, the famous Victorian traveler Richard Burton found Young remarkably well preserved, looking more like forty-five years of age than his actual age of fifty-nine. This still leaves a few unanswered objections. The misnaming of the Indians of the area, and of the Mormons' angel, the inaccurate portrayal of Salt Lake City in 1859, and the number of years Hope was absent from Utah after the tragedy remain. But these anomalies can be explained. I propose that Hope told the story not to Watson, but to his friend, the man who helped Hope retrieve Lucys wedding ring from Holmes. It was that person who was responsible for these small errors in the narrative. Here is how I believe Chapters VIII through XII came to be written. Imagine the young Doctor Watson taking his manuscript to Arthur Conan Doyle. In it Watson tells the story, in nine chapters, of the capture of Jefferson Hope by Sherlock Holmes. Doyle recognizes the potential value of a story about the mysterious detective whose name is being whispered around London. However, he sees the story as incomplete. He agrees
to act as Watsons literary agent on the condition that Watson flesh out the history of Hope and the Ferriers. Watson returns to Baker Street and tells Holmes he is going to try his hand at fiction.Holmes is appalled. It is bad enough that Watson insists on romanticizing his exploits; fictionalizing them, even the parts in which he is not directly involved, is unthinkable. He may also deduce that Watson lacks the imagination necessary to write fiction. And, he is very active himselfBaring-Gould places seven casesin 1887and Holmes does not want to lose Watsons assistance. He comes to Watsons aid. He finds Jefferson Hopes friend and accomplice, the person who tricked Holmes and retrieved the wedding ring. This person tells Watson the story. Unfortunately, some of the details are not as fresh as when Hope told himthe story six years earlier. He doesnt remember dates too well and one Indian tribe is the same as another to him, and he jumbles Hopes description of Salt Lake City in 1859. He misnames the angel Moroni, or maybe this was a typesetters error, as it was corrected in most later editions. Watson records the story as it is told to him and takes these new chapters to Doyle. Doyle offers to incorporate the five new chapters into the original nine. Watson, busy with his practice and Holmess cases, naively agrees. Since I first wrote a paper on this topic, I have found one most convincing piece of evidence that supports this theory: I have been able to determine the real meaning of the sign and countersign used by the Danites while they kept watch on the Ferriers and Jefferson Hope! While they were fleeing from Salt Lake City, Hope and the Ferriers overheard one party of Danites issue a challenge, reported by Watson to have been Nine to seven and an answer reported to be Seven to five.At first glance, these phrases seem to be the result of the fevered brain of some hack novelist. But lets step back to the time when this sign and countersign were first uttered. The Danites were meeting to discuss the continuing problem of the Ferriers. One of the group summarizes the situation: John Ferrier, the man they had rescued in the desert and treated as one of their own, upon whom they had bestowed the gift of the Mormon commandments, had been told that his daughter was to marry one of the young generation of Mormons, Drebber or Stangerson. He had been given 30 days to decide between them, but during this period he had refused to allow his daughter to speak to them. Indeed, he had even chased the two candidates from his house. Twentyeight days of this 30-day probation had passed, Ferrier had been reminded daily (or nightly) of the passage of his time, but he remained adamant. Another Mormon relates how Ferrier has been turning some of his assets into cash and suggests that he and his daughter might be planning to flee. The group decides to set additional sentries on the trails that
are already being watched and to put as many men as possible into this endeavor. However, being experienced at this sort of thing, they know they will need some sort of sign and countersign to insure that they recognize each other. One of them, a devout Mormon, looks to the scriptures for an appropriate phrase. He suggests the following: But wo [sic] unto him that has the law given, yea, that has all the commandments of God, like unto us, and that transgresseth them and that wasteth the days of his probation, for awful is his state. The assembly agrees that this is certainly appropriate and the fanatic offers a countersign: For if this people had not fallen into transgression, the Lord would not have suffered that this great evil should come upon them. Again, it is agreed that this is extremely appropriate, but these quotations are a bit longwinded. It is suggested that something shorter would be more useful.It seems a shame not to use such appropriate quotations, and one clever person suggests that they could be cited as many scriptural quotations are. The first quote comes from the Second Book of Nephi, Chapter 9, verse 27, and the second quote comes from the Book of Mosiah, Chapter 7, verse 25. In actual use they are changed slightly. It is too difficult to distinctly whisper twentysomething, so what is whispered throughout the hills of Utah that night is Second Nephi. Nine. Two Seven, answered by Mosiah. Seven. Two Five.Despite the precautions of the Danites, Hope is able to overhear this exchange and temporarily eludes the Avenging Angels. Years later, when Hope tells the story to his accomplice he doesn't remember the actual names of the Mormon books he had been able to parrot years earlier. He describes the phrases as some name followed by 9 to 7 and another name followed by 7 to 35 5. The accomplice, years later, would have remembered only the numbers, and someplace along the chain from the Danites, through Hope, through his accomplice and finally to Watson, each one only hearing it, the number two was transformed to its homonymthe word to. This theory leaves room for only one objection: what about the quote? Why would Watson write: As to what occurred there, we cannot do better than quote the old hunters own account, as duly recorded in Dr. Watsons Journal, to which we are already under such obligations. The answer is simpleWatsondidnt write that sentence. After Watson agreed to let his literary agent incorporate the five new chapters into the original nine, Doyle rather artlessly inserted them after Chapter VII and added one sentence of his own to serve as a transition back to Watsons concluding chapters. That one sentence made it appear that the whole story was written by someone other than Watson. So, I conclude that A Study in Scarlet was written by Watson, except for the last sentence of Chapter XII. Nine chapters were written from Watsons direct experience and most of the American chapters were composed from information supplied by
Hopes accomplice. The one sentence at the end of Chapter XII was contributed by Doyle, but with that one sentence he managed, in the minds of some poor misguided souls, to attach his name to the entire Canon.