The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle (booksvooks txt) π
Read free book Β«The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle (booksvooks txt) πΒ» - read online or download for free at americanlibrarybooks.com
- Author: Arthur Conan Doyle
Read book online Β«The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle (booksvooks txt) πΒ». Author - Arthur Conan Doyle
βI have no doubt that you have hit upon the truth.β
βIt will be verified or disproved at the trial. Meanwhile, come what may, Colonel Moran will trouble us no more, the famous air-gun of Von Herder will embellish the Scotland Yard Museum, and once again Mr. Sherlock Holmes is free to devote his life to examining those interesting little problems which the complex life of London so plentifully presents.β
THE STRAND MAGAZINE Vol. 26 NOVEMBER, 1903 THE RETURN OF SHERLOCK HOLMES. By ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE.II.βThe Adventure of the Norwood Builder.
βFROM the point of view of the criminal expert,β said Mr. Sherlock Holmes, βLondon has become a singularly uninteresting city since the death of the late lamented Professor Moriarty.β
βI can hardly think that you would find many decent citizens to agree with you,β I answered.
βWell, well, I must not be selfish,β said he, with a smile, as he pushed back his chair from the breakfast-table. βThe community is certainly the gainer, and no one the loser, save the poor out-of-work specialist, whose occupation has gone. With that man in the field one's morning paper presented infinite possibilities. Often it was only the smallest trace, Watson, the faintest indication, and yet it was enough to tell me that the great malignant brain was there, as the gentlest tremors of the edges of the web remind one of the foul spider which lurks in the centre. Petty thefts, wanton assaults, purposeless outrageβto the man who held the clue all could be worked into one connected whole. To the scientific student of the higher criminal world no capital in Europe offered the advantages which London then possessed. But nowβββ He shrugged his shoulders in humorous deprecation of the state of things which he had himself done so much to produce.
At the time of which I speak Holmes had been back for some months, and I, at his request, had sold my practice and returned to share the old quarters in Baker Street. A young doctor, named Verner, had purchased my small Kensington practice, and given with astonishingly little demur the highest price that I ventured to askβan incident which only explained itself some years later when I found that Verner was a distant relation of Holmes's, and that it was my friend who had really found the money.
Our months of partnership had not been so uneventful as he had stated, for I find, on looking over my notes, that this period includes the case of the papers of Ex-President Murillo, and also the shocking affair of the Dutch steamship FRIESLAND, which so nearly cost us both our lives. His cold and proud nature was always averse, however, to anything in the shape of public applause, and he bound me in the most stringent terms to say no further word of himself, his methods, or his successesβa prohibition which, as I have explained, has only now been removed.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes was leaning back in his chair after his whimsical protest, and was unfolding his morning paper in a leisurely fashion, when our attention was arrested by a tremendous ring at the bell, followed immediately by a hollow drumming sound, as if someone were beating on the outer door with his fist. As it opened there came a tumultuous rush into the hall, rapid feet clattered up the stair, and an instant later a wild-eyed and frantic young man, pale, dishevelled, and palpitating, burst into the room. He looked from one to the other of us, and under our gaze of inquiry he became conscious that some apology was needed for this unceremonious entry.
βI'm sorry, Mr. Holmes,β he cried. βYou mustn't blame me. I am nearly mad. Mr. Holmes, I am the unhappy John Hector McFarlane.β
He made the announcement as if the name alone would explain both his visit and its manner; but I could see by my companion's unresponsive face that it meant no more to him than to me.
βHave a cigarette, Mr. McFarlane,β said he, pushing his case across. βI am sure that with your symptoms my friend Dr. Watson here would prescribe a sedative. The weather has been so very warm these last few days. Now, if you feel a little more composed, I should be glad if you would sit down in that chair and tell us very slowly and quietly who you are and what it is that you want. You mentioned your name as if I should recognise it, but I assure you that, beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor, a Freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about you.β
Familiar as I was with my friend's methods, it was not difficult for me to follow his deductions, and to observe the untidiness of attire, the sheaf of legal papers, the watch-charm, and the breathing which had prompted them. Our client, however, stared in amazement.
βYes, I am all that, Mr. Holmes, and in addition I am the most unfortunate man at this moment in London. For Heaven's sake don't abandon me, Mr. Holmes! If they come to arrest me before I have finished my story, make them give me time so that I may tell you the whole truth. I could go to gaol happy if I knew that you were working for me outside.β
βArrest you!β said Holmes. βThis is really most gratiβmost interesting. On what charge do you expect to be arrested?β
βUpon the charge of murdering Mr. Jonas Oldacre, of Lower Norwood.β
My companion's expressive face showed a sympathy which was not, I am afraid, entirely unmixed with satisfaction.
βDear me,β said he; βit was only this moment at breakfast that I was saying to my friend, Dr. Watson, that sensational cases had disappeared out of our papers.β
Our visitor stretched forward a quivering hand and picked up the DAILY TELEGRAPH, which still lay upon Holmes's knee.
βIf you had looked at it, sir, you would have seen at a glance what the errand is on which I have come to you this morning. I feel as if my name and my misfortune must be in every man's mouth.β He turned it over to expose the central page. βHere it is, and with your permission I will read
Comments (0)