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The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle


1 I had called upon my friend Sherlock Holmes upon the second morning after Christmas, with the intention of wishing him the compliments of the season. 2 He was lounging upon the sofa in a purple dressing-gown, a pipe-rack within his reach upon the right, and a pile of crumpled morning papers, evidently newly studied, near at hand. 3 Beside the couch was a wooden chair, and on the angle of the back hung a very seedy and disreputable hard felt hat, much the worse for wear, and cracked in several places. 4 A lens and a forceps lying upon the seat of the chair suggested that the hat had been suspended in this manner for the purpose of examination.
5 'You are engaged,' said I; 'perhaps I interrupt you.'
6 'Not at all. 7 I am glad to have a friend with whom I can discuss my results. 8 The matter is a perfectly trivial one' (he jerked his thumb in the direction of the old hat), 'but there are points in connection with it which are not entirely devoid of interest, and even of instruction.'
9 I seated myself in his arm-chair, and warmed my hands before his crackling fire, for a sharp frost had set in, and the windows were thick with the ice crystals. 10 'I suppose,' I remarked, 'that, homely as it looks, this thing has some deadly story linked on to it - that it is the clue which will guide you in the solution of some mystery, and the punishment of some crime.'
11 'No, no. 12 No crime,' said Sherlock Holmes, laughing. 13 'Only one of those whimsical little incidents which will happen when you have four million human beings all jostling each other within the space of a few square miles. 14 Amid the action and reaction of so dense a swarm of humanity, every possible combination of events may be expected to take place, and many a little problem will be presented which may be striking and bizarre without being criminal. 15 We have already had experience of such.'
16 'So much so,' I remarked, 'that, of the last six cases which I have added to my notes, three have been entirely free of any legal crime.'
17 'Precisely. 18 You allude to my attempt to recover the Irene Adler papers, to the singular case of Miss Mary Sutherland, and to the adventure of the man with the twisted lip. 19 Well, I have no doubt that this small matter will fall into the same innocent category. 20 You know Peterson, the commissionaire?'
21 'Yes.'
22 'It is to him that this trophy belongs!'
23 'It is his hat.'
24 'No, no, he found it. 25 Its owner is unknown. 26 I beg that you will look upon it, not as a battered billycock, but as an intellectual problem. 27 And, first as to how it came here. 28 It arrived upon Christmas morning, in company with a good fat goose, which is, I have no doubt, roasting at this moment in front of Peterson's fire. 29 The facts are these. 30 About four o'clock on Christmas morning, Peterson, who, as you know, is a very honest fellow, was returning from some small jollification, and was making his way homewards down Tottenham Court Road. 31 In front of him he saw, in the gaslight, a tallish man, walking with a slight stagger, and carrying a white goose slung over his shoulder. 32 As he reached the corner of Goodge Street a row broke out between this stranger and a little knot of roughs. 33 One of the latter knocked off the man's hat, on which he raised his stick to defend himself, and, swinging it over his head, smashed the shop window behind him. 34 Peterson had rushed forward to protect the stranger from his assailants, but the man, shocked at having broken the window and seeing an official-looking person in uniform rushing towards him, dropped his goose, took to his heels, and vanished amid the labyrinth of small streets which lie at the back of Tottenham Court Road. 35 The roughs had also fled at the appearance of Peterson, so that he was left in possession of the field of battle, and also of the spoils of victory in the shape of this battered hat and a most unimpeachable Christmas goose.'
36 'Which surely he restored to their owner?'
37 'My dear fellow, there lies the problem. 38 It is true that "For Mrs Henry Baker" was printed upon a small card which was tied to the bird's left leg, and it is also true that the initials "H.B." are legible upon the lining of this hat; but, as there are some thousands of Bakers, and some hundreds of Henry Bakers in this city of ours, it is not easy to restore lost property to any one of them.'
39 'What, then, did Peterson do?'
40 'He brought round both hat and goose to me on Christmas morning, knowing that even the smallest problems are of interest to me. 41 The goose we retained until this morning, when there were signs that, in spite of the slight frost, it would be well that it should be eaten without unnecessary delay. 42 Its finder has carried it off therefore to fulfil the ultimate destiny of a goose, while I continue to retain the hat of the unknown gentleman who lost his Christmas dinner.'
43 'Did he not advertise?'
44 'No.'
45 'Then, what clue could you have as to his identity?'
46 'Only as much as we can deduce.'
47 'From his hat?'
48 'Precisely.'
49 'But you are joking. 50 What can you gather from this old battered felt?'
51 'Here is my lens. 52 You know my methods. 53 What can you gather yourself as to the individuality of the man who has worn this article?'
54 I took the tattered object in my hands, and turned it over rather ruefully. 55 It was a very ordinary black hat of the usual round shape, hard and much the worse for wear. 56 The lining had been of red silk, but was a good deal discoloured. 57 There was no maker's name; but, as Holmes had remarked, the initials 'H. B.' were scrawled upon one side. 58 It was pierced in the brim for a hat-securer, but the elastic was missing. 59 For the rest, it was cracked, exceedingly dusty, and spotted in several places, although there seemed to have been some attempt to hide the discoloured patches by smearing them with ink.
60 'I can see nothing,' said I, handing it back to my friend.
61 'On the contrary, Watson, you can see everything. 62 You fail, however, to reason from what you see. 63 You are too timid in drawing your inferences.'
64 'Then, pray tell me what it is that you can infer from this hat?'
65 He picked it up, and gazed at it in the peculiar introspective fashion which was characteristic of him. 66 'It is perhaps less suggestive than it might have been,' he remarked, 'and yet there are a few inferences which are very distinct, and a few others which represent at least a strong balance of probability. 67 That the man was highly intellectual is of course obvious upon the face of it, and also that he was fairly well-to-do within the last three years, although he has now fallen upon evil days. 68 He had foresight, but has less now than formerly, pointing to a moral retrogression, which, when taken with the decline of his fortunes, seems to indicate some evil influence, probably drink, at work upon him. 69 This may account also for the obvious fact that his wife has ceased to love him.'
70 'My dear Holmes!'
71 'He has, however, retained some degree of selfrespect,' he continued, disregarding my remonstrance. 72 'He is a man who leads a sedentary life, goes out little, is out of training entirely, is middle-aged, has grizzled hair which he has had cut within the last few days, and which he anoints with lime-cream. 73 These are the more patent facts which are to be deduced from his hat. 74 Also, by the way, that it is extremely improbable that he has gas laid on in his house.'
75 'You are certainly joking, Holmes.'
76 'Not in the least. 77 Is it possible that even now when I give you these results you are unable to see how they are attained?'
78 'I have no doubt that I am very stupid; but I must confess that I am unable to follow you. 79 For example, how did you deduce that this man was intellectual?'
80 For answer Holmes clapped the hat upon his head. 81 It came right over the forehead and settled upon the bridge of his nose. 82 'It is a question of cubic capacity,' said he: 'a man with so large a brain must have something in it.'
83 'The decline of his fortunes, then?'
84 'This hat is three years old. 85 These flat brims curled at the edge came in then. 86 It is a hat of the very best quality. 87 Look at the band of ribbed silk, and the excellent lining. 88 If this man could afford to buy so expensive a hat three years ago, and has had no hat since, then he has assuredly gone down in the world.'
89 'Well, that is dear enough, certainly. 90 But how about the foresight, and the moral retrogression?'
91 Sherlock Holmes laughed. 92 'Here is the foresight,' said he, putting his finger upon the little disc and loop of the hat-securer. 93 'They are never sold upon hats. 94 If this man ordered one, it is a sign of a certain amount of foresight, since he went out of his way to take this precaution against the wind. 95 But since we see that he has broken the elastic, and has not troubled to replace it, it is obvious that he has less foresight now than formerly, which is a distinct proof of a weakening nature. 96 On the other hand, he has endeavoured to conceal some of these stains upon the felt by daubing them with ink, which is a sign that he has not entirely lost his self-respect.'
97 'Your reasoning is certainly plausible.'
98 'The further points, that he is middle-aged, that his hair is grizzled, that it has been recently cut, and that he uses lime-cream, are all to be gathered from a close examination of the lower part of the lining. 99 The lens discloses a large number of hair-ends, clean cut by the scissors of the barber. 100 They all appear to be adhesive, and there is a distinct odour of lime-cream. 101 This dust, you will observe, is not the gritty, grey dust of the street, but the fluffy brown dust of the house, showing that it has been hung up indoors most of the time; while the marks of moisture upon the inside are proof positive that the wearer perspired very freely, and could, therefore, hardly be in the best of training.'
102 'But his wife - you said that she had ceased to love him.'
103 'This hat has not been brushed for weeks. 104 When I see you, my dear Watson, with a week's accumulation of dust upon your hat, and when your wife allows you to go out in such a state, I shall fear that you also have been unfortunate enough to lose your wife's affection.'
105 'But he might be a bachelor.'
106 'Nay, he was bringing home the goose as a peaceoffering to his wife. 107 Remember the card upon the bird's leg.'
108 'You have an answer to everything. 109 But how on earth do you deduce that the gas is not laid on in the house?'
110 'One tallow stain, or even two, might come by chance; but, when I see no less than five, I think that there can be little doubt that the individual must be brought into frequent contact with burning tallow - walks upstairs at night probably with his hat in one hand and a guttering candle in the other. 111 Anyhow, he never got tallow stains from a gas jet. 112 Are you satisfied?'
113 'Well, it is very ingenious,' said I, laughing; 'but since, as you said just now, there has been no crime committed, and no harm done save the loss of a goose, all this seems to be rather a waste of energy.'
114 Sherlock Holmes had opened his mouth to reply, when the door flew open, and Peterson the commissionaire rushed into the compartment with flushed cheeks and the face of a man who is dazed with astonishment.
115 'The goose, Mr. Holmes! 116 The goose, sir!' he gasped.
117 'Eh! 118 What of it, then? 119 Has it returned to life, and flapped off through the kitchen window?' 120 Holmes twisted himself round upon the sofa to get a fairer view of the man's excited face.
121 'See here, sir! 122 See what my wife found in its crop!' 123 He held out his hand, and displayed upon the centre of the palm a brilliantly scintillating blue stone, rather smaller than a bean in size, but of such purity and radiance that it twinkled like an electric point in the dark hollow of his hand.
124 Sherlock Holmes sat up with a whistle. 125 'By Jove, Peterson,' said he, 'this is treasure-trove indeed! 126 I suppose you know what you have got?'
127 'A diamond, sir! 128 A precious stone! 129 It cuts into glass as though it were putty.'
130 'It's more than a precious stone. 131 It's the precious stone.'
132 'Not the Countess of Morcar's blue carbuncle?' I ejaculated.
133 'Precisely so. 134 I ought to know its size and shape, seeing that I have read the advertisement about it in The Times every day lately. 135 It is absolutely unique, and its value can only be conjectured, but the reward offered of a thousand pounds is certainly not within a twentieth part of the market price.'
136 'A thousand pounds! 137 Great Lord of mercy!' 138 The commissionaire plumped down into a chair, and stared from one to the other of us.
139 'That is the reward, and I have reason to know that there are sentimental considerations in the background which would induce the Countess to part with half of her fortune if she could but recover the gem.'
140 'It was lost, if I remember aright, at the Hotel Cosmopolitan,' I remarked.
141 'Precisely so, on the twenty-second of December, just five days ago. 142 John Horner, a plumber, was accused of having abstracted it from the lady's jewelcase. 143 The evidence against him was so strong that the case has been referred to the Assizes. 144 I have some account of the matter here, I believe.' 145 He rummaged amid his newspapers, glancing over the dates, until at last he smoothed one out, doubled it over, and read the following paragraph:
146 'Hotel Cosmopolitan Jewel Robbery. 147 John Horner, 26, plumber, was brought up upon the charge of having upon the 22nd inst., abstracted from the jewelcase of the Countess of Morcar the valuable gem known as the blue carbuncle. 148 James Ryder, upperattendant at the hotel, gave his evidence to the effect that he had shown Horner up to the dressing-room of the Countess of Morcar upon the day of the robbery, in order that he might solder the second bar of the grate, which was loose. 149 He had remained with Horner some little time but had finally been called away. 150 On returning he found that Horner had disappeared, that the bureau had been forced open, and that the small morocco casket in which, as it afterwards transpired, the Countess was accustomed to keep her jewel, was lying empty upon the dressingtable. 151 Ryder instantly gave the alarm, and Horner was arrested the same evening; but the stone could not be found either upon his person or in his rooms. 152 Catherine Cusack, maid to the Countess, deposed to having heard Ryder's cry of dismay on discovering the robbery, and to having rushed into the room, where she found matters were as described by the last witness. 153 Inspector Bradstreet, B Division, gave evidence as to the arrest of Horner, who struggled frantically, and protested his innocence in the strongest terms. 154 Evidence of a previous conviction for robbery having been given against the prisoner, the magistrate refused to deal summarily with the offence, but referred it to the Assizes. 155 Horner, who had shown signs of intense emotion during the proceedings, fainted away at the conclusion, and was carried out of court.'
156 'Hum! 157 So much for the police-court,' said Holmes thoughtfully, tossing aside his paper. 158 'The question for us now to solve is the sequence of events leading from a rifled jewel-case at one end to the crop of a goose in Tottenham Court Road at the other. 159 You see, Watson, our little deductions have suddenly assumed a much more important and less innocent aspect. 160 Here is the stone; the stone came from the goose, and the goose came from Mr. Henry Baker, the gentleman with the bad hat and all the other characteristics with which I have bored you. 161 So now we must set ourselves very seriously to finding this gentleman, and ascertaining what part he has played in this little mystery. 162 To do this, we must try the simplest means first, and these lie undoubtedly in an advertisement in all the evening papers. 163 If this fail, I shall have recourse to other methods.'
164 'What will you say?'
165 'Give me a pencil, and that slip of paper. 166 Now, then: 167 "Found at the corner of Goodge Street, a goose and a black felt hat. 168 Mr. Henry Baker can have the same by applying at 6.30 this evening at 221B Baker Street.' 169 That is clear and concise.'
170 'Very. 171 But will he see it?'
172 'Well, he is sure to keep an eye on the papers, since, to a poor man, the loss was a heavy one. 173 He was clearly so scared by his mischance in breaking the window, and by the approach of Peterson, that he thought of nothing but flight; but since then he must have bitterly regretted the impulse which caused him to drop his bird. 174 Then, again, the introduction of his name will cause him to see it, for every one who knows him will direct his attention to it. 175 Here you are, Peterson, run down to the advertising agency, and have this put in the evening papers.'
176 'In which, sir?'
177 'Oh, in the Globe, Star, Pall Mall, St. James's Gazette, Evening News, Standard, Echo, and any others that occur to you.'
178 'Very well, sir. 179 And this stone?'
180 'Ah, yes, I shall keep the stone. 181 Thank you. 182 And, I say, Peterson, just buy a goose on your way back, and leave it here with me, for we must have one to give to this gentleman in place of the one which your family is now devouring.'
183 When the commissionaire had gone, Holmes took up the stone and held it against the light. 184 'It's a bonny thing,' said he. 185 'Just see how it glints and sparkles. 186 Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. 187 Every good stone is. 188 They are the devil's pet baits. 189 In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed. 190 This stone is not yet twenty years old. 191 It was found in the banks of the Amoy River in Southern China, and is remarkable in having every characteristic of the carbuncle, save that it is blue in shade, instead of ruby red. 192 In spite of its youth, it has already a sinister history. 193 There have been two murders, a vitriol-throwing, a suicide, and several robberies brought about for the sake of this forty-grain weight of crystallized charcoal. 194 Who would think that so pretty a toy would be a purveyor to the gallows and the prison? 195 I'll lock it up in my strong-box now, and drop a line to the Countess to say that we have it!
196 'Do you think this man Horner is innocent?'
197 'I cannot tell.'
198 'Well, then, do you imagine that this other one, Henry Baker, had anything to do with the matter?'
199 'It is, I think, much more likely that Henry Baker is an absolutely innocent man, who had no idea that the bird which he was carrying was of considerably more value than if it were made of solid gold. 200 That, however, I shall determine by a very simple test, if we have an answer to our advertisement.'
201 'And you can do nothing until then?'
202 'Nothing.'
203 'In that case I shall continue my professional round. 204 But I shall come back in the evening at the hour you have mentioned, for I should like to see the solution of so tangled a business.'
205 'Very glad to see you. 206 I dine at seven. 207 There is a woodcock, I believe. 208 By the way, in view of recent occurrences, perhaps I ought to ask Mrs. Hudson to examine its crop.'
209 I had been delayed at a case, and it was a little after half-past six when I found myself in Baker Street once more. 210 As I approached the house I saw a tall man in a Scotch bonnet, with a coat which was buttoned up to his chin, waiting outside in the bright semicircle which was thrown from the fanlight. 211 Just as I arrived, the door was opened, and we were shown up together to Holmes's room.
212 'Mr. Henry Baker, I believe,' said he, rising from his arm-chair, and greeting his visitor with the easy air of geniality which he could so readily assume. 213 'Pray take this chair by the fire, Mr. Baker. 214 It is a cold night, and I observe that your circulation is more adapted for summer than for winter. 215 Ah, Watson, you have just come at the right time. 216 Is that your hat, Mr. Baker?'
217 'Yes, sir, that is undoubtedly my hat.' 218 He was a large man, with rounded shoulders, a massive head, and a broad, intelligent face, sloping down to a pointed beard of grizzled brown. 219 A touch of red in nose and cheeks, with a slight tremor of his extended hand, recalled Holmes's surmise as to his habits. 220 His rusty black frock-coat was buttoned right up in front, with the collar turned up, and his lank wrists protruded from his sleeves without a sign of cuff or shirt. 221 He spoke in a low staccato fashion, choosing his words with care, and gave the impression generally of a man of learning and letters who had had ill-usage at the hands of fortune.
222 'We have retained these things for some days,' said Holmes, 'because we expected to see an advertisement from you giving your address. 223 I am at a loss to know now why you did not advertise.'
224 Our visitor gave a rather shamefaced laugh. 225 'Shillings have not been so plentiful with me as they once were,' he remarked. 226 'I had no doubt that the gang of roughs who assaulted me had carried off both my hat and the bird. 227 I did not care to spend more money in a hopeless attempt at recovering them.'
228 'Very naturally. 229 By the way, about the bird - we were compelled to eat it.'
230 'To eat it!' 231 Our visitor half rose from his chair in his excitement.
232 'Yes; it would have been no use to anyone had we not done so. 233 But I presume that this other goose upon the sideboard, which is about the same weight and perfectly fresh, will answer your purpose equally well?'
234 'Oh, certainly, certainly!' answered Mr. Baker, with a sigh of relief.
235 'Of course, we still have the feathers, legs, crop, and so on of your own bird, if you so wish-'
236 The man burst into a hearty laugh. 237 'They might be useful to me as relics of my adventure,' said he, 'but beyond that I can hardly see what use the disjecta membra of my late acquaintance are going to be to me. 238 No, sir, I think that, with your permission, I will confine my attentions to the excellent bird which I perceive upon the sideboard.'
239 Sherlock Holmes glanced across at me with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
240 'There is your hat, then, and there your bird,' said he. 241 'By the way, would it bore you to tell me where you got the other one from? 242 I am somewhat of a fowl fancier, and I have seldom seen a bettergrown goose.'
243 'Certainly, sir,' said Baker, who had risen and tucked his newly gained property under his arm. 244 'There are a few of us who frequent the Alpha Inn near the Museum - we are to be found in the Museum itself during the day, you understand. 245 This year our good host, Windigate by name, instituted a goose-club, by which, on consideration of some few pence every week, we were to receive a bird at Christmas. 246 My pence were duly paid, and the rest is familiar to you. 247 I am much indebted to you, sir, for a Scotch bonnet is fitted neither to my years nor my gravity.' 248 With a comical pomposity of manner he bowed solemnly to both of us, and strode off upon his way.
249 'So much for Mr. Henry Baker,' said Holmes, when he had closed the door behind him. 250 'It is quite certain that he knows nothing whatever about the matter. 251 Are you hungry, Watson?'
252 'Not particularly.'
253 'Then I suggest that we turn our dinner into a supper, and follow up this due while it is still hot.'
254 'By all means.'
255 It was a bitter night, so we drew on our ulsters and wrapped cravats about our throats. 256 Outside, the stars were shining coldly in a cloudless sky, and the breath of the passers-by blew out into smoke like so many pistol shots. 257 Our footfalls rang out crisply and loudly as we swung through the doctors' quarter, Wimpole Street, Harley Street, and so through Wigmore Street into Oxford Street. 258 In a quarter of an hour we were in Bloomsbury at the Alpha Inn, which is a small publichouse at the corner of one of the streets which run down into Holborn. 259 Holmes pushed open the door of the private bar, and ordered two glasses of beer from the ruddy-faced, white-aproned landlord.
260 'Your beer should be excellent if it is as good as your geese,' he said.
261 'My geese!' 262 The man seemed surprised.
263 'Yes. 264 I was speaking only half an hour ago to Mr. Henry Baker, who was a member of your goose-club.'
265 'Ah! yes, I see. 266 But you see, sir, them's not our geese.'
267 'Indeed! 268 Whose, then?'
269 'Well, I get the two dozen from a salesman in Covent Garden.'
270 'Indeed! 271 I know some of them. 272 Which was it?'
273 'Breckinridge is his name.'
274 'Ah! 275 I don't know him. 276 Well, here's your good health, landlord, and prosperity to your house. 277 Good night.'
278 'Now for Mr. Breckinridge', he continued, buttoning up his coat, as we came out into the frosty air. 279 'Remember, Watson, that though we have so homely a thing as a goose at one end of this chain, we have at the other a man who will certainly get seven years' penal servitude, unless we can establish his innocence. 280 It is possible that our inquiry may but confirm his guilt; but, in any case, we have a line of investigation which has been missed by the police, and which a singular chance has placed in our hands. 281 Let us follow it out to the bitter end. 282 Faces to the south, then, and quick march!'
283 We passed across Holborn, down Endell Street, and so through a zigzag of slums to Covent Garden Market. 284 One of the largest stalls bore the name of Breckinridge upon it, and the proprietor, a horsy-looking man, with a sharp face and trim side-whiskers, was helping a boy to put up the shutters.
285 'Good evening. 286 It's a cold night,' said Holmes.
287 The salesman nodded, and shot a questioning glance at my companion.
288 'Sold out of geese, I see,' continued Holmes, pointing at the bare slabs of marble.
289 'Let you have five hundred to-morrow morning.'
290 'That's no good.'
291 'Well, there are some on the stall with the gas flare.'
292 'Ah, but I was recommended to you.'
293 'Who by?'
294 'The landlord of the "Alpha".'
295 'Ah, yes; I sent him a couple of dozen.'
296 'Fine birds they were, too. 297 Now where did you get them from?'
298 To my surprise the question provoked a burst of anger from the salesman.
299 'Now then, mister,' said he, with his head cocked and his arms akimbo, 'what are you driving at? 300 Let's have it straight, now.'
301 'It is straight enough. 302 I should like to know who sold you the geese which you supplied to the "Alpha".'
303 'Well, then, I shan't tell you. 304 So now!'
305 'Oh, it is a matter of no importance; but I don't know why you should be so warm over such a trifle.'
306 'Warm! 307 You'd be as warm, maybe, if you were as pestered as I am. 308 When I pay good money for a good article there should be an end to the business; but it's "Where are the geese?" and "Who did you sell the geese to?" and "What will you take for the geese?".
309 One would think they were the only geese in the world, to hear the fuss that is made over them.'
310 'Well, I have no connection with any other people who have been making inquiries,' said Holmes carelessly. 311 'If you won't tell us the bet is off, that is all. 312 But I'm always ready to back my opinion on a matter of fowls, and I have a fiver on it that the bird I ate is country bred.'
313 'Well, then, you've lost your fiver, for it's town bred,' snapped the salesman.
314 'It's nothing of the kind.'
315 'I say it is.'
316 'I don't believe you.'
317 'D'you think you know more about fowls than I, who have handled them ever since I was a nipper? 318 I tell you, all those birds that went to the "Alpha" were town bred.'
319 'You'll never persuade me to believe that.'
320 'Will you bet, then?'
321 'It's merely taking your money, for I know that I am right. 322 But I'll have a sovereign on with you, just to teach you not to be obstinate.'
323 The salesman chuckled grimly. 324 'Bring me the books, Bill,' said he.
325 The small boy brought round a small thin volume and a great greasy-backed one, laying them out together beneath the hanging lamp.
326 'Now then, Mr. Cocksure,' said the salesman, 'I thought that I was out of geese, but before I finish you'll find that there is still one left in my shop. 327 You see this little book?'
328 'Well?'
329 'That's the list of the folk from whom I buy. 330 D'you see? 331 Well, then, here on this page are the country folk, and the numbers after their names are where their accounts are in the big ledger. 332 Now, then! 333 You see this other page in red ink? 334 Well, that is a list of my town suppliers. 335 Now, look at that third name. 336 Just read it out to me.'
337 'Mrs. Oakshott, 117 Brixton Road - 249,' read Holmes.
338 'Quite so. 339 Now turn that up in the ledger.'
340 Holmes turned to the page indicated. 341 'Here you are, "Mrs. Oakshott, 117 Brixton Road, egg and poultry supplier."'
342 'Now, then, what's the last entry?'
343 '"December 22. 344 Twenty-four geese at 7s. 6d."'
345 'Quite so. 346 There you are. 347 And underneath?'
348 '"Sold to Mr. Windigate of the 'Alpha' at 12s."'
349 'What have you to say now?'
350 Sherlock Holmes looked deeply chagrined. 351 He drew a sovereign from his pocket and threw it down upon the slab, turning away with the air of a man whose disgust is too deep for words. 352 A few yards off he stopped under a lamp-post, and laughed in the hearty, noiseless fashion which was peculiar to him.
353 'When you see a man with whiskers of that cut and the "Pink 'Un" protruding out of his pocket, you can always draw him by a bet,' said he. 354 'I dare say that if I had put a hundred pounds down in front of him that man would not have given me such complete information as was drawn from him by the idea that he was doing me on a wager. 355 Well, Watson, we are, I fancy, nearing the end of our quest, and the only point which remains to be determined is whether we should go on to this Mrs. Oakshott to-night, or whether we should reserve it for to-morrow. 356 It is clear from what that surly fellow said that there are others besides ourselves who are anxious about the matter, and I should-'
357 His remarks were suddenly cut short by a loud hubbub which broke out from the stall which we had just left. 358 Turning round we saw a little rat-faced fellow standing in the centre of the circle of yellow light which was thrown by the swinging lamp, while Breckinridge the salesman, framed in the door of his stall, was shaking his fists fiercely at the cringing figure.
359 'I've had enough of you and your geese,' he shouted. 360 'I wish you were all at the devil together. 361 If you come pestering me any more with your silly talk I'll set the dog at you. 362 You bring Mrs. Oakshott here and I'll answer her, but what have you to do with it? 363 Did I buy the geese off you?'
364 'No: but one of them was mine all the same,' whined the little man.
365 'Well, then, ask Mrs. Oakshott for it.'
366 'She told me to ask you.'
367 'Well, you can ask the King of Proosia, for all I care. 368 I've had enough of it. 369 Get out of this!' 370 He rushed fiercely forward, and the inquirer flitted away into the darkness.
371 'Ha, this may save us a visit to Brixton Road,' whispered Holmes. 372 'Come with me, and we will see what is to be made of this fellow.' 373 Striding through the scattered knots of people who lounged round the flaring stalls, my companion speedily overtook the little man and touched him upon the shoulder. 374 He sprang round, and I could see in the gaslight that every vestige of colour had been driven from his face.
375 'Who are you, then? 376 What do you want?' he asked in a quavering voice.
377 'You will excuse me,' said Holmes blandly, 'but I could not help overhearing the questions which you put to the salesman just now. 378 I think that I could be of assistance to you.'
379 'You? 380 Who are you? 381 How could you know anything of the matter?'
382 'My name is Sherlock Holmes. 383 It is my business to know what other people don't know.'
384 'But you can know nothing of this?' 385 'Excuse me, I know everything of it. 386 You are endeavouring to trace some geese which were sold by Mrs. Oakshott, of Brixton Road, to a salesman named Breckinridge, by him in turn to Mr. Windigate, of the "Alpha," and by him to his club, of which Mr. Henry Baker is a member.'
387 'Oh, sir, you are the very man whom I have longed to meet,' cried the little fellow, with outstretched hands and quivering fingers. 388 'I can hardly explain to you how interested I am in this matter.'
389 Sherlock Holmes hailed a four-wheeler which was passing. 390 'In that case we had better discuss it in a cosy room rather than in this wind-swept market-place,' said he. 391 'But pray tell me, before we go further, who it is that I have the pleasure of assisting.'
392 The man hesitated for an instant. 393 'My name is John Robinson,' he answered, with a sidelong glance.
394 'No, no; the real name,' said Holmes sweetly. 395 'It is always awkward doing business with an alias.'
396 A flush sprang to the white cheeks of the stranger. 397 'Well, then,' said he, 'my real name is James Ryder.'
398 'Precisely so. 399 Head attendant at the Hotel Cosmopolitan. 400 Pray step into the cab, and I shall soon be able to tell you everything which you would wish to know.'
401 The little man stood glancing from one to the other of us with half-frightened, half-hopeful eyes, as one who is not sure whether he is on the verge of a windfall or of a catastrophe. 402 Then he stepped into the cab, and in half an hour we were back in the sitting-room at Baker Street. 403 Nothing had been said during our drive, but the high, thin breathings of our new companion, and the claspings and unclaspings of his hands, spoke of the nervous tension within him.
404 'Here we are!' said Holmes cheerily, as we filed into the room. 405 'The fire looks very seasonable in this weather. 406 You look cold, Mr. Ryder. 407 Pray take the basket chair. 408 I will just put on my slippers before we settle this little matter of yours. 409 Now, then! 410 You want to know what became of those geese?'
411 'Yes, sir.'
412 'Or rather, I fancy, of that goose. 413 It was one bird, I imagine, in which you were interested - white, with a black bar across the tail.'
414 Ryder quivered with emotion. 415 'Oh, sir,' he cried, 'can you tell me where it went to?'
416 'It came here.'
417 'Here?'
418 'Yes, and a most remarkable bird it proved. 419 I don't wonder that you should take an interest in it. 420 It laid an egg after it was dead - the bonniest, brightest little blue egg that ever was seen. 421 I have it here in my museum.'
422 Our visitor staggered to his feet, and clutched the mantelpiece with his right hand. 423 Holmes unlocked his strong-box, and held up the blue carbuncle, which shone out like a star, with a cold, brilliant, manypointed radiance. 424 Ryder stood glaring with a drawn face, uncertain whether to claim or to disown it.
425 'The game's up, Ryder,' said Holmes quietly. 426 'Hold up, man, or you'll be into the fire. 427 Give him an arm back into his chair, Watson. 428 He's not got blood enough to go in for felony with impunity. 429 Give him a dash of brandy. 430 So! 431 Now he looks a littte more human. 432 What a shrimp it is, to be sure!'
433 For a moment he had staggered and nearly fallen, but the brandy brought a tinge of colour into his cheeks, and he sat staring with frightened eyes at his accuser.
434 'I have almost every link in my hands, and all the proofs which I could possibly need, so there is little which you need tell me. 435 Still, that little may as well be cleared up to make the case complete. 436 You had heard, Ryder, of this blue stone of the Countess of Morcar's?'
437 'It was Catherine Cusack who told me of it,' said he, in a crackling voice.
438 'I see. 439 Her ladyship's waiting-maid. 440 Well, the temptation of sudden wealth so easily acquired was too much for you, as it has been for better men before you; but you were not very scrupulous in the means you used. 441 It seems to me, Ryder, that there is the making of a very pretty villain in you. 442 You knew that this man Horner, the plumber, had been concerned in some such matter before, and that suspicion would rest the more readily upon him. 443 What did you do, then? 444 You made some small job in my lady's room-you and your confederate Cusack - and you managed that he should be the man sent for. 445 Then, when he had left, you rifled the jewel-case, raised the alarm, and had this unfortunate man arrested. 446 You then-'
447 Ryder threw himself down suddenly upon the rug, and clutched at my companion's knees. 448 'For God's sake, have mercy!' he shrieked. 449 'Think of my father! 450 Of my mother! 451 It would break their hearts. 452 I never went wrong before! 453 I never will again. 454 I swear it. 455 I'll swear it on a Bible. 456 Oh, don't bring it into court! 457 For Christ's sake, don't!'
458 'Get back into your chair!' said Holmes sternly. 459 'It is very well to cringe and crawl now, but you thought little enough of this poor Horner in the dock for a crime of which he knew nothing.'
460 'I will fly, Mr. Holmes. 461 I will leave the country, sir. 462 Then the charge against him will break down.'
463 'Hum! 464 We will talk about that. 465 And now let us hear a true account of the next act. 466 How came the stone into the goose, and how came the goose into the open market? 467 Tell us the truth, for there lies your only hope of safety.'
468 Ryder passed his tongue over his parched lips. 469 'I will tell you it just as it happened, sir,' said he. 470 'When Horner had been arrested, it seemed to me that it would be best for me to get away with the stone at once, for I did not know at what moment the police might not take it into their heads to search me and my room. 471 There was no place about the hotel where it would be safe. 472 I went out, as if on some commission, and I made for my sister's house. 473 She had married a man named Oakshott, and lived in Brixton Road, where she fattened fowls for the market. 474 All the way there every man I met seemed to me to be a policeman or a detective, and for all that it was a cold night, the sweat was pouring down my face before I came to the Brixton Road. 475 My sister asked me what was the matter, and why I was so pale; but I told her that I had been upset by the jewel robbery at the hotel. 476 Then I went into the back-yard, and smoked a pipe, and wondered what it would be best to do.
477 'I had a friend once called Maudsley, who went to the bad, and has just been serving his time in Pentonville. 478 One day he had met me, and fell into talk about the ways of thieves and how they could get rid of what they stole. 479 I knew that he would be true to me, for I knew one or two things about him, so I made up my mind to go right on to Kilburn, where he lived, and take him into my confidence. 480 He would show me how to turn the stone into money. 481 But how to get to him in safety? 482 I thought of the agonies I had gone through in coming from the hotel. 483 I might at any moment be seized and searched, and there would be the stone in my waistcoat pocket. 484 I was leaning against the wall at the time, and looking at the geese which were waddling about round my feet, and suddenly an idea came into my head which showed me how I could beat the best detective that ever lived.
485 'My sister had told me some weeks before that I might have the pick of her geese for a Christmas present, and I knew that she was always as good as her word. 486 I would take my goose now, and in it I would carry my stone to Kilburn. 487 There was a little shed in the yard, and behind this I drove one of the birds, a fine big one, white, with a barred tail. 488 I caught it and, prising its bill open, I thrust the stone down its throat as far as my finger could reach. 489 The bird gave a gulp, and I felt the stone pass along its gullet and down into its crop. 490 But the creature flapped and struggled, and out came my sister to know what was the matter. 491 As I turned to speak to her the brute broke loose, and fluttered off among the others.
492 '"Whatever were you doing with that bird, Jem?" says she.
493 '"Well," said I, "you said you'd give me one for Christmas, and I was feeling which was the fattest."
494 '"Oh," says she, "we've set yours aside for you. 495 Jem's bird, we call it. 496 It's the big, white one over yonder. 497 There's twenty-six of them, which makes one for you, and one for us, and two dozen for the market."
498 '"Thank you, Maggie," says I; "but if it is all the same to you I'd rather have that one I was handling just now."
499 '"The other is a good three pound heavier," she said, "and we fattened it expressly for you."
500 '"Never mind. 501 I'll have the other, and I'll take it now," said I.
502 '"Oh, just as you like," said she, a little huffed. 503 "Which is it you want, then?"
504 '"That white one, with the barred tail, right in the middle of the flock."
505 '"Oh, very well. 506 Kill it and take it with you."
507 'Well, I did what she said, Mr. Holmes, and I carried the bird all the way to Kilburn. 508 I told my pal what I had done, for he was a man that it was easy to tell a thing like that to. 509 He laughed until he choked, and we got a knife and opened the goose. 510 My heart turned to water, for there was no sign of the stone, and I knew that some terrible mistake had occurred. 511 I left the bird, rushed back to my sister's, and hurried into the back-yard. 512 There was not a bird to be seen there.
513 '"Where are they all, Maggie?" I cried.
514 '"Gone to the dealer's."
515 '"Which dealer's?"
516 '"Breckinridge, of Covent Garden."
517 '"But was there another with a barred tail?" I asked, "the same as the one I chose?"
518 '"Yes, Jem, there were two barred-tailed ones, and I could never tell them apart."
519 'Well, then, of course, I saw it all, and I ran off as hard as my feet would carry me to this man Breckinridge; but he had sold the lot at once, and not one word would he tell me as to where they had gone. 520 You heard him yourselves to-night. 521 Well, he has always answered me like that. 522 My sister thinks that I am going mad. 523 Sometimes I think that I am myself. 524 And now - and now I am myself a branded thief, without ever having touched the wealth for which I sold my character. 525 God help me! 526 God help me!' 527 He burst into convulsive sobbing, with his face buried in his hands.
528 There was a long silence, broken only by his heavy breathing, and by the measured tapping of Sherlock Holmes's finger-tips upon the edge of the table. 529 Then my friend rose, and threw open the door.
530 'Get out!' said he.
531 'What, sir! 532 Oh, Heaven bless you!'
533 'No more words. 534 Get out!'
535 And no more words were needed. 536 There was a rush, a clatter upon the stairs, the bang of a door, and the crisp rattle of running footfalls from the street. 537 'After all, Watson,' said Holmes, reaching up his hand for his clay pipe, 'I am not retained by the police to supply their deficiencies. 538 If Horner were in danger it would be another thing, but this fellow will not appear against him, and the case must collapse. 539 I suppose that I am commuting a felony, but it is just possible that I am saving a soul. 540 This fellow will not go wrong again. 541 He is too terribly frightened. 542 Send him to gaol now, and you make him a gaolbird for life. 543 Besides, it is the season of forgiveness. 544 Chance has put in our way a most singular and whimsical problem, and its solution is its own reward. 545 If you will have the goodness to touch the bell, Doctor, we will begin another investigation, in which also a bird will be the chief feature.'

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