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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "That won't help us much. We've got to make up our minds what todo."
2.  "Well, well," said Holmes, good-humouredly. "We all learn byexperience, and your lesson this time is that you should never losesight of the alternative. You were so absorbed in young Neligan thatyou could not spare a thought to Patrick Cairns, the true murdererof Peter Carey."
3.  "She lie like that one day, two day. I 'fraid she die," said thegirl.
4.  "'"Then maybe you remember something queer about it?"
5.  "That's the hand I play from," said Holmes. "I put it all on thetable. But one card is missing. It's the king of diamonds. I don'tknow where the stone is."
6.  From the years 1894 to 1901 inclusive, Mr. Sherlock Holmes was avery busy man. It is safe to say that there was no public case ofany difficulty in which he was not consulted during those eight years,and there were hundreds of private cases, some of them of the mostintricate and extraordinary character, in which he played aprominent part. Many startling successes and a few unavoidablefailures were the outcome of this long period of continuous work. As Ihave preserved very full notes of all these cases, and was myselfpersonally engaged in many of them, it may be imagined that it is noeasy task to know which I should select to lay before the public. Ishall, however, preserve my former rule, and give the preference tothose cases which derive their interest not so much from the brutalityof the crime as from the ingenuity and dramatic quality of thesolution. For this reason I will now lay before the reader the factsconnected with Miss Violet Smith, the solitary cyclist of Charlington,and the curious sequel of our investigation, which culminated inunexpected tragedy. It is true that the circumstance did not admitof any striking illustration of those powers for which my friend wasfamous, but there were some points about the case which made itstand out in those long records of crime from which I gather thematerial for these little narratives.


1.  "Stop her!" cried Holmes. He had bounded across the room and hadwrenched a small phial from her hand.
2.  "Who posted your letter?"
3.  "I begin to think, Watson," said Holmes, "that I make amistake in explaining. `Omne ignotum pro magnifico,' you know,and my poor little reputation, such as it is, will suffershipwreck if I am so candid. Can you not find the advertisement,Mr. Wilson?"
4.  I waited, therefore- but to my ever-deepening disappointment Iwaited in vain. Day succeeded day, and my friend took no step forward.One morning he spent in town, and I learned from a casual referencethat he had visited the British Museum. Save for this one excursion,he spent his days in long and often solitary walks, or in chattingwith a number of village gossips whose acquaintance he had cultivated."I'm sure, Watson, a week in the country will be invaluable to you,"he remarked. "It is very pleasant to see the first green shoots uponthe hedges and the catkins on the hazels once again. With a spud, atin box, and an elementary book on botany, there are instructivedays to be spent." He prowled about with this equipment himself, butit was a poor show of plants which he would bring back of an evening.Occasionally in our rambles we came across Inspector Baynes. Hisfat, red face wreathed itself in smiles and his small eyes glitteredas he greeted my companion. He said little about the case, but fromthat little we gathered that he also was not dissatisfied at thecourse of events. I must admit, however, that I was somewhat surprisedwhen, some five days after the crime, I opened my morning paper tofind in large letters:
5.  "Dr. Leslie Armstrong is certainly a man of energy and character,"said he. "I have not seen a man who, if he turns his talents that way,was more calculated to fill the gap left by the illustriousMoriarty. And now, my poor Watson, here we are, stranded andfriendless in this inhospitable town, which we cannot leave withoutabandoning our case. This little inn just opposite Armstrong's houseis singularly adapted to our needs. If you would engage a front roomand purchase the necessaries for the night, I may have time to makea few inquiries."
6.  He sprang through a gate into a field, dragging the reluctant Pompeyafter him. We had hardly got under the shelter of the hedge when thecarriage rattled past. I caught a glimpse of Dr. Armstrong within, hisshoulders bowed, his head sunk on his hands, the very image ofdistress. I could tell by my companion's graver face that he alsohad seen.


1.  "The end is dark to me also, but I have hold of one idea which maylead us far. The man met his death elsewhere, and his body was onthe roof of a carriage."
2.  "I should be very glad now to go upstairs," said he. "I shallprobably wish to go over the outside of the house again. Perhaps I hadbetter take a look at the lower windows before I go up."He walked swiftly round from one to the other, pausing only at thelarge one which looked from the hall onto the stable lane. This heopened and made a very careful examination of the sill with hispowerful magnifying lens. "Now we shall go upstairs," said he at last.The banker's dressing-room was a plainly furnished little chamber,with a gray carpet, a large bureau, and a long mirror. Holmes wentto the bureau first and looked hard at the lock.
3.  Monday, morning found us on our way to the famous university town-an easy effort on the part of Holmes, who had no roots to pull up, butone which involved frantic planning and hurrying on my part, as mypractice was by this time not inconsiderable. Holmes made noallusion to the case until after we had deposited our suitcases at theancient hostel of which he had spoken.
4.  It was a simple story which he had to tell, and one which did butconfirm our own deductions. His visitor, on entering his rooms, haddrawn a life-preserver from his sleeve, and had so impressed himwith the fear of instant and inevitable death that he had kidnappedhim for the second time. Indeed, it was almost mesmeric, the effectwhich this giggling ruffian had produced upon the unfortunatelinguist, for he could not speak of him save with trembling handsand a blanched cheek. He had been taken swiftly to Beckenham, andhad acted as interpreter in a second interview, even more dramaticthan the first, in which the two Englishmen had menaced their prisonerwith instant death if he did not comply with their demands. Finally,finding him proof against every threat, they had hurled him backinto his prison, and after reproaching Melas with his treachery, whichappeared from the newspaper advertisement, they had stunned him with ablow from a stick, and he remembered nothing more until he found usbending over him.
5.   "S'elp me. I don't know, Masser Holmes. He just say, 'Steve, yougo see Mr. Holmes, and tell him his life ain't safe if he go downHarrow way.' That's the whole truth." Without waiting for anyfurther questioning, our visitor bolted out of the room almost asprecipitately as he had entered. Holmes knocked out the ashes of hispipe with a quiet chuckle.
6.  A quarter of an hour later we found ourselves in what I judge,from the lines of polished barrels behind glass covers, to be thegun-room of the old house. It was comfortably furnished, and hereSir Robert left us for a few moments. When he returned he had twocompanions with him; the one, the florid young woman whom we hadseen in the carriage; the other, a small rat-faced man with adisagreeably furtive manner. These two wore an appearance of utterbewilderment, which showed that the baronet had not yet had time toexplain to them the turn events had taken.


1.  "Where could I have it safer? If we could take it out of Whitehallsomeone else could surely take it out of my lodgings."
2.  "Dear me! Are you the mother of Douglas Maberley? I knew himslightly. But of course all London knew him. What a magnificentcreature he was! Where is he now?"
3.  "No, sir- certainly not."
4、  "Quite so!" said he, a little nettled. "Every problem becomes verychildish when once it is explained to you. Here is an unexplained one.See what you can make of that, friend Watson." He tossed a sheet ofpaper upon the table, and turned once more to his chemical analysis.I looked with amazement at the absurd hieroglyphics upon the paper."Why, Holmes, it is a child's drawing," I cried.
5、  "`That would suit me very well,' said I. `And the pay?'"`Is 4 pound a week.'




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