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his arms until he drew a long, natural breath. โ€œIt's only a question of time now,โ€ said I, as I turned away from him.

Holmes stood by the table, with his hands deep in his trouser's pockets and his chin upon his breast.

โ€œI suppose we ought to call the police in now,โ€ said he. โ€œAnd yet I confess that I'd like to give them a complete case when they come.โ€

โ€œIt's a blessed mystery to me,โ€ cried Pycroft, scratching his head. โ€œWhatever they wanted to bring me all the way up here for, and thenโ€”โ€

โ€œPooh! All that is clear enough,โ€ said Holmes impatiently. โ€œIt is this last sudden move.โ€

โ€œYou understand the rest, then?โ€

โ€œI think that it is fairly obvious. What do you say, Watson?โ€

I shrugged my shoulders. โ€œI must confess that I am out of my depths,โ€ said I.

โ€œOh surely if you consider the events at first they can only point to one conclusion.โ€

โ€œWhat do you make of them?โ€

โ€œWell, the whole thing hinges upon two points. The first is the making of Pycroft write a declaration by which he entered the service of this preposterous company. Do you not see how very suggestive that is?โ€

โ€œI am afraid I miss the point.โ€

โ€œWell, why did they want him to do it? Not as a business matter, for these arrangements are usually verbal, and there was no earthly business reason why this should be an exception. Don't you see, my young friend, that they were very anxious to obtain a specimen of your handwriting, and had no other way of doing it?โ€

โ€œAnd why?โ€

โ€œQuite so. Why? When we answer that we have made some progress with our little problem. Why? There can be only one adequate reason. Some one wanted to learn to imitate your writing, and had to procure a specimen of it first. And now if we pass on to the second point we find that each throws light upon the other. That point is the request made by Pinner that you should not resign your place, but should leave the manager of this important business in the full expectation that a Mr. Hall Pycroft, whom he had never seen, was about to enter the office upon the Monday morning.โ€

โ€œMy God!โ€ cried our client, โ€œwhat a blind beetle I have been!โ€

โ€œNow you see the point about the handwriting. Suppose that some one turned up in your place who wrote a completely different hand from that in which you had applied for the vacancy, of course the game would have been up. But in the interval the rogue had learned to imitate you, and his position was therefore secure, as I presume that nobody in the office had ever set eyes upon you.โ€

โ€œNot a soul,โ€ groaned Hall Pycroft.

โ€œVery good. Of course it was of the utmost importance to prevent you from thinking better of it, and also to keep you from coming into contact with any one who might tell you that your double was at work in Mawson's office. Therefore they gave you a handsome advance on your salary, and ran you off to the Midlands, where they gave you enough work to do to prevent your going to London, where you might have burst their little game up. That is all plain enough.โ€

โ€œBut why should this man pretend to be his own brother?โ€

โ€œWell, that is pretty clear also. There are evidently only two of them in it. The other is impersonating you at the office. This one acted as your engager, and then found that he could not find you an employer without admitting a third person into his plot. That he was most unwilling to do. He changed his appearance as far as he could, and trusted that the likeness, which you could not fail to observe, would be put down to a family resemblance. But for the happy chance of the gold stuffing, your suspicions would probably never have been aroused.โ€

Hall Pycroft shook his clinched hands in the air. โ€œGood Lord!โ€ he cried, โ€œwhile I have been fooled in this way, what has this other Hall Pycroft been doing at Mawson's? What should we do, Mr. Holmes? Tell me what to do.โ€

โ€œWe must wire to Mawson's.โ€

โ€œThey shut at twelve on Saturdays.โ€

โ€œNever mind. There may be some door-keeper or attendantโ€”โ€

โ€œAh yes, they keep a permanent guard there on account of the value of the securities that they hold. I remember hearing it talked of in the City.โ€

โ€œVery good; we shall wire to him, and see if all is well, and if a clerk of your name is working there. That is clear enough; but what is not so clear is why at sight of us one of the rogues should instantly walk out of the room and hang himself.โ€

โ€œThe paper!โ€ croaked a voice behind us. The man was sitting up, blanched and ghastly, with returning reason in his eyes, and hands which rubbed nervously at the broad red band which still encircled his throat.

โ€œThe paper! Of course!โ€ yelled Holmes, in a paroxysm of excitement. โ€œIdiot that I was! I thought so much of our visit that the paper never entered my head for an instant. To be sure, the secret must be there.โ€ He flattened it out upon the table, and a cry of triumph burst from his lips. โ€œLook at this, Watson,โ€ he cried. โ€œIt is a London paper, an early edition of the Evening Standard. Here is what we want. Look at the headlines: 'Crime in the City. Murder at Mawson & Williams's. Gigantic attempted Robbery. Capture of the Criminal.' Here, Watson, we are all equally anxious to hear it, so kindly read it aloud to us.โ€

It appeared from its position in the paper to have been the one event of importance in town, and the account of it ran in this way:

โ€œA desperate attempt at robbery, culminating in the death of one man and the capture of the criminal, occurred this afternoon in the City. For some time back Mawson & Williams, the famous financial house, have been the guardians of securities which amount in the aggregate to a sum of considerably over a million sterling. So conscious was the manager of the responsibility which devolved upon him in consequence of the great interests at stake that safes of the very latest construction have been employed, and an armed watchman has been left day and night in the building. It appears that last week a new clerk named Hall Pycroft was engaged by the firm. This person appears to have been none other than Beddington, the famous forger and cracksman, who, with his brother, had only recently emerged from a five years' spell of penal servitude. By some means, which are not yet clear, he succeeded in winning, under a false name, this official position in the office, which he utilized in order to obtain moulding of various locks, and a thorough knowledge of the position of the strong room and the safes.

โ€œIt is customary at Mawson's for the clerks to leave at midday on Saturday. Sergeant Tuson, of the City Police, was somewhat surprised, therefore to see a gentleman with a carpet bag come down the steps at twenty minutes past one. His suspicions being aroused, the sergeant followed the man, and with the aid of Constable Pollock succeeded, after a most desperate resistance, in arresting him. It was at once clear that a daring and gigantic robbery had been committed. Nearly a hundred thousand pounds' worth of American railway bonds, with a large amount of scrip in mines and other companies, was discovered in the bag. On examining the premises the body of the unfortunate watchman was found doubled up and thrust into the largest of the safes, where it would not have been discovered until Monday morning had it not been for the prompt action of Sergeant Tuson. The man's skull had been shattered by a blow from a poker delivered from behind. There could be no doubt that Beddington had obtained entrance by pretending that he had left something behind him, and having murdered the watchman, rapidly rifled the large safe, and then made off with his booty. His brother, who usually works with him, has not appeared in this job as far as can at present be ascertained, although the police are making energetic inquiries as to his whereabouts.โ€

โ€œWell, we may save the police some little trouble in that direction,โ€ said Holmes, glancing at the haggard figure huddled up by the window. โ€œHuman nature is a strange mixture, Watson. You see that even a villain and murderer can inspire such affection that his brother turns to suicide when he learns that his neck is forfeited. However, we have no choice as to our action. The doctor and I will remain on guard, Mr. Pycroft, if you will have the kindness to step out for the police.โ€





Adventure IV. The โ€œGloria Scottโ€

โ€œI have some papers here,โ€ said my friend Sherlock Holmes, as we sat one winter's night on either side of the fire, โ€œwhich I really think, Watson, that it would be worth your while to glance over. These are the documents in the extraordinary case of the Gloria Scott, and this is the message which struck Justice of the Peace Trevor dead with horror when he read it.โ€

He had picked from a drawer a little tarnished cylinder, and, undoing the tape, he handed me a short note scrawled upon a half-sheet of slate-gray paper.

โ€œThe supply of game for London is going steadily up,โ€ it ran. โ€œHead-keeper Hudson, we believe, has been now told to receive all orders for fly-paper and for preservation of your hen-pheasant's life.โ€

As I glanced up from reading this enigmatical message, I saw Holmes chuckling at the expression upon my face.

โ€œYou look a little bewildered,โ€ said he.

โ€œI cannot see how such a message as this could inspire horror. It seems to me to be rather grotesque than otherwise.โ€

โ€œVery likely. Yet the fact remains that the reader, who was a fine, robust old man, was knocked clean down by it as if it had been the butt end of a pistol.โ€

โ€œYou arouse my curiosity,โ€ said I. โ€œBut why did you say just now that there were very particular reasons why I should study this case?โ€

โ€œBecause it was the first in which I was ever engaged.โ€

I had often endeavored to elicit from my companion what had first turned his mind in the direction of criminal research, but had never caught him before in a communicative humor. Now he sat forward in this arm-chair and spread out the documents upon his knees. Then he lit his pipe and sat for some time smoking and turning them over.

โ€œYou never heard me talk of Victor Trevor?โ€ he asked. โ€œHe was the only friend I made during the two years I was at college. I was never a very sociable fellow, Watson, always rather fond of moping in my rooms and working out my own little methods of thought, so that I never mixed much with the men of my year. Bar fencing and boxing I had few athletic tastes, and then my line of study was quite distinct from that of the other fellows, so that we had no points of contact at all. Trevor was the only man I knew, and that only through the accident of his bull terrier freezing on to my ankle one morning as I went down to chapel.

โ€œIt was a prosaic way of forming a friendship, but it was effective. I was laid by the heels for ten days, but Trevor used to come in to inquire after me. At first it was only a minute's chat, but soon his visits lengthened, and before the end of the term we were close friends. He was a hearty, full-blooded fellow, full of spirits and energy, the very opposite to me in most respects, but we had some subjects in common, and it was a bond of union when I found that he was as friendless

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