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I would find that he held in his hands all the clues which would lead up to the identity of the disappearing bridegroom of Miss Mary Sutherland.

A professional case of great gravity was engaging my own attention at the time, and the whole of next day I was busy at the bedside of the sufferer. It was not until close upon six oโ€™clock that I found myself free and was able to spring into a hansom and drive to Baker Street, half afraid that I might be too late to assist at the dรฉnouement of the little mystery. I found Sherlock Holmes alone, however, half asleep, with his long, thin form curled up in the recesses of his armchair. A formidable array of bottles and test-tubes, with the pungent cleanly smell of hydrochloric acid, told me that he had spent his day in the chemical work which was so dear to him.

โ€œWell, have you solved it?โ€ I asked as I entered.

โ€œYes. It was the bisulphate of baryta.โ€

โ€œNo, no, the mystery!โ€ I cried.

โ€œOh, that! I thought of the salt that I have been working upon. There was never any mystery in the matter, though, as I said yesterday, some of the details are of interest. The only drawback is that there is no law, I fear, that can touch the scoundrel.โ€

โ€œWho was he, then, and what was his object in deserting Miss Sutherland?โ€

The question was hardly out of my mouth, and Holmes had not yet opened his lips to reply, when we heard a heavy footfall in the passage and a tap at the door.

โ€œThis is the girlโ€™s stepfather, Mr. James Windibank,โ€ said Holmes. โ€œHe has written to me to say that he would be here at six. Come in!โ€

The man who entered was a sturdy, middle-sized fellow, some thirty years of age, clean-shaven, and sallow-skinned, with a bland, insinuating manner, and a pair of wonderfully sharp and penetrating grey eyes. He shot a questioning glance at each of us, placed his shiny top-hat upon the sideboard, and with a slight bow sidled down into the nearest chair.

โ€œGood-evening, Mr. James Windibank,โ€ said Holmes. โ€œI think that this typewritten letter is from you, in which you made an appointment with me for six oโ€™clock?โ€

โ€œYes, sir. I am afraid that I am a little late, but I am not quite my own master, you know. I am sorry that Miss Sutherland has troubled you about this little matter, for I think it is far better not to wash linen of the sort in public. It was quite against my wishes that she came, but she is a very excitable, impulsive girl, as you may have noticed, and she is not easily controlled when she has made up her mind on a point. Of course, I did not mind you so much, as you are not connected with the official police, but it is not pleasant to have a family misfortune like this noised abroad. Besides, it is a useless expense, for how could you possibly find this Hosmer Angel?โ€

โ€œOn the contrary,โ€ said Holmes quietly; โ€œI have every reason to believe that I will succeed in discovering Mr. Hosmer Angel.โ€

Mr. Windibank gave a violent start and dropped his gloves. โ€œI am delighted to hear it,โ€ he said.

โ€œIt is a curious thing,โ€ remarked Holmes, โ€œthat a typewriter has really quite as much individuality as a manโ€™s handwriting. Unless they are quite new, no two of them write exactly alike. Some letters get more worn than others, and some wear only on one side. Now, you remark in this note of yours, Mr. Windibank, that in every case there is some little slurring over of the โ€˜e,โ€™ and a slight defect in the tail of the โ€˜r.โ€™ There are fourteen other characteristics, but those are the more obvious.โ€

โ€œWe do all our correspondence with this machine at the office, and no doubt it is a little worn,โ€ our visitor answered, glancing keenly at Holmes with his bright little eyes.

โ€œAnd now I will show you what is really a very interesting study, Mr. Windibank,โ€ Holmes continued. โ€œI think of writing another little monograph some of these days on the typewriter and its relation to crime. It is a subject to which I have devoted some little attention. I have here four letters which purport to come from the missing man. They are all typewritten. In each case, not only are the โ€˜eโ€™sโ€™ slurred and the โ€˜rโ€™sโ€™ tailless, but you will observe, if you care to use my magnifying lens, that the fourteen other characteristics to which I have alluded are there as well.โ€

Mr. Windibank sprang out of his chair and picked up his hat. โ€œI cannot waste time over this sort of fantastic talk, Mr. Holmes,โ€ he said. โ€œIf you can catch the man, catch him, and let me know when you have done it.โ€

โ€œCertainly,โ€ said Holmes, stepping over and turning the key in the door. โ€œI let you know, then, that I have caught him!โ€

โ€œWhat! where?โ€ shouted Mr. Windibank, turning white to his lips and glancing about him like a rat in a trap.

โ€œOh, it wonโ€™t doโ€”really it wonโ€™t,โ€ said Holmes suavely. โ€œThere is no possible getting out of it, Mr. Windibank. It is quite too transparent, and it was a very bad compliment when you said that it was impossible for me to solve so simple a question. Thatโ€™s right! Sit down and let us talk it over.โ€

Our visitor collapsed into a chair, with a ghastly face and a glitter of moisture on his brow. โ€œItโ€”itโ€™s not actionable,โ€ he stammered.

โ€œI am very much afraid that it is not. But between ourselves, Windibank, it was as cruel and selfish and heartless a trick in a petty way as ever came before me. Now, let me just run over the course of events, and you will contradict me if I go wrong.โ€

The man sat huddled up in his chair, with his head sunk upon his breast, like one who is utterly crushed. Holmes stuck his feet up on the corner of the mantelpiece and, leaning back with his hands in his pockets, began talking, rather to himself, as it seemed, than to us.

โ€œThe man married a woman very much older than himself for her money,โ€ said he, โ€œand he enjoyed the use of the money of the daughter as long as she lived with them. It was a considerable sum, for people in their position, and the loss of it would have made a serious difference. It was worth an effort to preserve it. The daughter was of a good, amiable disposition, but affectionate and warm-hearted in her ways, so that it was evident that with her fair personal advantages, and her little income, she would not be allowed to remain single long. Now her marriage would mean, of course, the loss of a hundred a year, so what does her stepfather do to prevent it? He takes the obvious course of keeping her at home and forbidding her to seek the company of people of her own age. But soon he found that that would not answer forever. She became restive, insisted upon her rights, and finally announced her positive intention of going to a certain ball. What does her clever stepfather do then? He conceives an idea more creditable to his head than to his heart. With the connivance and assistance of his wife he disguised himself, covered those keen eyes with tinted glasses, masked the face with a moustache and a pair of bushy whiskers, sunk that clear voice into an insinuating whisper, and doubly secure on account of the girlโ€™s short sight, he appears as Mr. Hosmer Angel, and keeps off other lovers by making love himself.โ€

โ€œIt was only a joke at first,โ€ groaned our visitor. โ€œWe never thought that she would have been so carried away.โ€

โ€œVery likely not. However that may be, the young lady was very decidedly carried away, and, having quite made up her mind that her stepfather was in France, the suspicion of treachery never for an instant entered her mind. She was flattered by the gentlemanโ€™s attentions, and the effect was increased by the loudly expressed admiration of her mother. Then Mr. Angel began to call, for it was obvious that the matter should be pushed as far as it would go if a real effect were to be produced. There were meetings, and an engagement, which would finally secure the girlโ€™s affections from turning towards anyone else. But the deception could not be kept up forever. These pretended journeys to France were rather cumbrous. The thing to do was clearly to bring the business to an end in such a dramatic manner that it would leave a permanent impression upon the young ladyโ€™s mind and prevent her from looking upon any other suitor for some time to come. Hence those vows of fidelity exacted upon a Testament, and hence also the allusions to a possibility of something happening on the very morning of the wedding. James Windibank wished Miss Sutherland to be so bound to Hosmer Angel, and so uncertain as to his fate, that for ten years to come, at any rate, she would not listen to another man. As far as the church door he brought her, and then, as he could go no farther, he conveniently vanished away by the old trick of stepping in at one door of a four-wheeler and out at the other. I think that was the chain of events, Mr. Windibank!โ€

Our visitor had recovered something of his assurance while Holmes had been talking, and he rose from his chair now with a cold sneer upon his pale face.

โ€œIt may be so, or it may not, Mr. Holmes,โ€ said he, โ€œbut if you are so very sharp you ought to be sharp enough to know that it is you who are breaking the law now, and not me. I have done nothing actionable from the first, but as long as you keep that door locked you lay yourself open to an action for assault and illegal constraint.โ€

โ€œThe law cannot, as you say, touch you,โ€ said Holmes, unlocking and throwing open the door, โ€œyet there never was a man who deserved punishment more. If the young lady has a brother or a friend, he ought to lay a whip across your shoulders. By Jove!โ€ he continued, flushing up at the sight of the bitter sneer upon the manโ€™s face, โ€œit is not part of my duties to my client, but hereโ€™s a hunting crop handy, and I think I shall just treat myself toโ€”โ€ He took two swift steps to the whip, but before he could grasp it there was a wild clatter of steps upon the stairs, the heavy hall door banged, and from the window we could see Mr. James Windibank running at the top of his speed down the road.

โ€œThereโ€™s a cold-blooded scoundrel!โ€ said Holmes, laughing, as he threw himself down into his chair once more. โ€œThat fellow will rise from crime to crime until he does something very bad, and ends on a gallows. The case has, in some respects, been not entirely devoid of interest.โ€

โ€œI cannot now entirely see all the steps of your reasoning,โ€ I remarked.

โ€œWell, of course it was obvious from the first that this Mr. Hosmer Angel must have some strong object for his curious conduct, and it was equally clear that the only man who really profited by the incident, as far as we could see, was the stepfather. Then the fact that the two men were never together, but that the one always appeared when the other was away, was suggestive. So were the tinted spectacles and the curious voice, which both hinted at a disguise, as did the bushy whiskers. My suspicions were all confirmed by his peculiar action in typewriting his signature, which, of course, inferred that his handwriting was so familiar to her that she would recognise even the smallest sample of it. You see all these isolated facts,

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