American library books Β» Other Β» The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle (love letters to the dead .txt) πŸ“•

Read book online Β«The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle (love letters to the dead .txt) πŸ“•Β».   Author   -   Arthur Conan Doyle



1 ... 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 ... 103
Go to page:
but we wedged in as well as we could and soon found ourselves in the office.”

β€œYour experience has been a most entertaining one,” remarked Holmes as his client paused and refreshed his memory with a huge pinch of snuff. β€œPray continue your very interesting statement.”

β€œThere was nothing in the office but a couple of wooden chairs and a deal table, behind which sat a small man with a head that was even redder than mine. He said a few words to each candidate as he came up, and then he always managed to find some fault in them which would disqualify them. Getting a vacancy did not seem to be such a very easy matter, after all. However, when our turn came the little man was much more favourable to me than to any of the others, and he closed the door as we entered, so that he might have a private word with us.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜This is Mr. Jabez Wilson,’ said my assistant, β€˜and he is willing to fill a vacancy in the League.’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜And he is admirably suited for it,’ the other answered. β€˜He has every requirement. I cannot recall when I have seen anything so fine.’ He took a step backward, cocked his head on one side, and gazed at my hair until I felt quite bashful. Then suddenly he plunged forward, wrung my hand, and congratulated me warmly on my success.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜It would be injustice to hesitate,’ said he. β€˜You will, however, I am sure, excuse me for taking an obvious precaution.’ With that he seized my hair in both his hands, and tugged until I yelled with the pain. β€˜There is water in your eyes,’ said he as he released me. β€˜I perceive that all is as it should be. But we have to be careful, for we have twice been deceived by wigs and once by paint. I could tell you tales of cobbler’s wax which would disgust you with human nature.’ He stepped over to the window and shouted through it at the top of his voice that the vacancy was filled. A groan of disappointment came up from below, and the folk all trooped away in different directions until there was not a redhead to be seen except my own and that of the manager.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜My name,’ said he, β€˜is Mr. Duncan Ross, and I am myself one of the pensioners upon the fund left by our noble benefactor. Are you a married man, Mr. Wilson? Have you a family?’

β€œI answered that I had not.

β€œHis face fell immediately.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Dear me!’ he said gravely, β€˜that is very serious indeed! I am sorry to hear you say that. The fund was, of course, for the propagation and spread of the redheads as well as for their maintenance. It is exceedingly unfortunate that you should be a bachelor.’

β€œMy face lengthened at this, Mr. Holmes, for I thought that I was not to have the vacancy after all; but after thinking it over for a few minutes he said that it would be all right.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜In the case of another,’ said he, β€˜the objection might be fatal, but we must stretch a point in favour of a man with such a head of hair as yours. When shall you be able to enter upon your new duties?’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Well, it is a little awkward, for I have a business already,’ said I.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Oh, never mind about that, Mr. Wilson!’ said Vincent Spaulding. β€˜I should be able to look after that for you.’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜What would be the hours?’ I asked.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Ten to two.’

β€œNow a pawnbroker’s business is mostly done of an evening, Mr. Holmes, especially Thursday and Friday evening, which is just before payday; so it would suit me very well to earn a little in the mornings. Besides, I knew that my assistant was a good man, and that he would see to anything that turned up.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜That would suit me very well,’ said I. β€˜And the pay?’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Is Β£4 a week.’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜And the work?’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Is purely nominal.’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜What do you call purely nominal?’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Well, you have to be in the office, or at least in the building, the whole time. If you leave, you forfeit your whole position forever. The will is very clear upon that point. You don’t comply with the conditions if you budge from the office during that time.’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜It’s only four hours a day, and I should not think of leaving,’ said I.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜No excuse will avail,’ said Mr. Duncan Ross; β€˜neither sickness nor business nor anything else. There you must stay, or you lose your billet.’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜And the work?’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Is to copy out the Encyclopedia Britannica. There is the first volume of it in that press. You must find your own ink, pens, and blotting-paper, but we provide this table and chair. Will you be ready tomorrow?’

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Certainly,’ I answered.

β€œβ€Šβ€˜Then, goodbye, Mr. Jabez Wilson, and let me congratulate you once more on the important position which you have been fortunate enough to gain.’ He bowed me out of the room and I went home with my assistant, hardly knowing what to say or do, I was so pleased at my own good fortune.

β€œWell, I thought over the matter all day, and by evening I was in low spirits again; for I had quite persuaded myself that the whole affair must be some great hoax or fraud, though what its object might be I could not imagine. It seemed altogether past belief that anyone could make such a will, or that they would pay such a sum for doing anything so simple as copying out the Encyclopedia Britannica. Vincent Spaulding did what he could to cheer me up, but by bedtime I had reasoned myself out of the whole thing. However, in the morning I determined to have a look at it anyhow, so I bought a penny bottle of ink, and with a quill-pen, and seven sheets of foolscap paper, I started off for Pope’s Court.

β€œWell, to my surprise and delight, everything was as right as possible. The table was set out ready for me, and Mr. Duncan Ross was there to see that I got fairly to work. He

1 ... 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 ... 103
Go to page:

Free e-book: Β«The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle (love letters to the dead .txt) πŸ“•Β»   -   read online now on website american library books (americanlibrarybooks.com)

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment