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the United States. I have some recollection, Mr. Barker, that you associated the coal districts with Mr. Douglas's first wife, and it would surely not be too far-fetched an inference that the V.V. upon the card by the dead body might stand for Vermissa Valley, or that this very valley which sends forth emissaries of murder may be that Valley of Fear of which we have heard. So much is fairly clear. And now, Mr. Barker, I seem to be standing rather in the way of your explanation.”

It was a sight to see Cecil Barker's expressive face during this exposition of the great detective. Anger, amazement, consternation, and indecision swept over it in turn. Finally he took refuge in a somewhat acrid irony.

β€œYou know such a lot, Mr. Holmes, perhaps you had better tell us some more,” he sneered.

β€œI have no doubt that I could tell you a great deal more, Mr. Barker; but it would come with a better grace from you.”

β€œOh, you think so, do you? Well, all I can say is that if there's any secret here it is not my secret, and I am not the man to give it away.”

β€œWell, if you take that line, Mr. Barker,” said the inspector quietly, β€œwe must just keep you in sight until we have the warrant and can hold you.”

β€œYou can do what you damn please about that,” said Barker defiantly.

The proceedings seemed to have come to a definite end so far as he was concerned; for one had only to look at that granite face to realize that no peine forte et dure would ever force him to plead against his will. The deadlock was broken, however, by a woman's voice. Mrs. Douglas had been standing listening at the half opened door, and now she entered the room.

β€œYou have done enough for now, Cecil,” said she. β€œWhatever comes of it in the future, you have done enough.”

β€œEnough and more than enough,” remarked Sherlock Holmes gravely. β€œI have every sympathy with you, madam, and should strongly urge you to have some confidence in the common sense of our jurisdiction and to take the police voluntarily into your complete confidence. It may be that I am myself at fault for not following up the hint which you conveyed to me through my friend, Dr. Watson; but, at that time I had every reason to believe that you were directly concerned in the crime. Now I am assured that this is not so. At the same time, there is much that is unexplained, and I should strongly recommend that you ask Mr. Douglas to tell us his own story.”

Mrs. Douglas gave a cry of astonishment at Holmes's words. The detectives and I must have echoed it, when we were aware of a man who seemed to have emerged from the wall, who advanced now from the gloom of the corner in which he had appeared. Mrs. Douglas turned, and in an instant her arms were round him. Barker had seized his outstretched hand.

β€œIt's best this way, Jack,” his wife repeated; β€œI am sure that it is best.”

β€œIndeed, yes, Mr. Douglas,” said Sherlock Holmes, β€œI am sure that you will find it best.”

The man stood blinking at us with the dazed look of one who comes from the dark into the light. It was a remarkable face, bold gray eyes, a strong, short-clipped, grizzled moustache, a square, projecting chin, and a humorous mouth. He took a good look at us all, and then to my amazement he advanced to me and handed me a bundle of paper.

β€œI've heard of you,” said he in a voice which was not quite English and not quite American, but was altogether mellow and pleasing. β€œYou are the historian of this bunch. Well, Dr. Watson, you've never had such a story as that pass through your hands before, and I'll lay my last dollar on that. Tell it your own way; but there are the facts, and you can't miss the public so long as you have those. I've been cooped up two days, and I've spent the daylight hoursβ€”as much daylight as I could get in that rat trapβ€”in putting the thing into words. You're welcome to themβ€”you and your public. There's the story of the Valley of Fear.”

β€œThat's the past, Mr. Douglas,” said Sherlock Holmes quietly. β€œWhat we desire now is to hear your story of the present.”

β€œYou'll have it, sir,” said Douglas. β€œMay I smoke as I talk? Well, thank you, Mr. Holmes. You're a smoker yourself, if I remember right, and you'll guess what it is to be sitting for two days with tobacco in your pocket and afraid that the smell will give you away.” He leaned against the mantelpiece and sucked at the cigar which Holmes had handed him. β€œI've heard of you, Mr. Holmes. I never guessed that I should meet you. But before you are through with that,” he nodded at my papers, β€œyou will say I've brought you something fresh.”

Inspector MacDonald had been staring at the newcomer with the greatest amazement. β€œWell, this fairly beats me!” he cried at last. β€œIf you are Mr. John Douglas of Birlstone Manor, then whose death have we been investigating for these two days, and where in the world have you sprung from now? You seemed to me to come out of the floor like a jack-in-a-box.”

β€œAh, Mr. Mac,” said Holmes, shaking a reproving forefinger, β€œyou would not read that excellent local compilation which described the concealment of King Charles. People did not hide in those days without excellent hiding places, and the hiding place that has once been used may be again. I had persuaded myself that we should find Mr. Douglas under this roof.”

β€œAnd how long have you been playing this trick upon us, Mr. Holmes?” said the inspector angrily. β€œHow long have you allowed us to waste ourselves upon a search that you knew to be an absurd one?”

β€œNot one instant, my dear Mr. Mac. Only last night did I form my views of the case. As they could not be put to the proof until this evening, I invited you and your colleague to take a holiday for the day. Pray what more could I do? When I found the suit of clothes in the moat, it at once became apparent to me that the body we had found could not have been the body of Mr. John Douglas at all, but must be that of the bicyclist from Tunbridge Wells. No other conclusion was possible. Therefore I had to determine where Mr. John Douglas himself could be, and the balance of probability was that with the connivance of his wife and his friend he was concealed in a house which had such conveniences for a fugitive, and awaiting quieter times when he could make his final escape.”

β€œWell, you figured it out about right,” said Douglas approvingly. β€œI thought I'd dodge your British law; for I was not sure how I stood under it, and also I saw my chance to throw these hounds once for all off my track. Mind you, from first to last I have done nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing that I would not do again; but you'll judge that for yourselves when I tell you my story. Never mind warning me, Inspector: I'm ready to stand pat upon the truth.

β€œI'm not going to begin at the beginning. That's all there,” he indicated my bundle of papers, β€œand a mighty queer yarn you'll find it. It all comes down to this: That there are some men that have good cause to hate me and

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