down upon the floor, and we were face to face.  I was heeled also, and I held up my gun to scare him off and let me get away.  He fired and missed me.  I pulled off almost at the same instant, and down he dropped.  I made away across the garden, and as I went I heard the window shut behind me.  That’s God’s truth, gentlemen, every word of it, and I heard no more about it until that lad came riding up with a note which made me walk in here, like a jay, and give myself into your hands.”

A cab had driven up whilst the American had been talking.  Two uniformed policemen sat inside.  Inspector Martin rose and touched his prisoner on the shoulder.

“It is time for us to go.”

“Can I see her first?”

“No, she is not conscious.  Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I only hope that if ever again I have an important case, I shall have the good fortune to have you by my side.”

We stood at the window and watched the cab drive away.  As I turned back, my eye caught the pellet of paper which the prisoner had tossed upon the table.  It was the note with which Holmes had decoyed him.

“See if you can read it, Watson,” said he, with a smile.

It contained no word, but this little line of dancing men: 

GRAPHIC

“If you use the code which I have explained,” said Holmes, “you will find that it simply means ‘Come here at once.’  I was convinced that it was an invitation which he would not refuse, since he could never imagine that it could come from anyone but the lady.  And so, my dear Watson, we have ended by turning the dancing men to good when they have so often been the agents of evil, and I think that I have fulfilled my promise of giving you something unusual for your notebook.  Three-forty is our train, and I fancy we should be back in Baker Street for dinner.”

Only one word of epilogue.  The American, Abe Slaney, was condemned to death at the winter assizes at Norwich, but his penalty was changed to penal servitude in consideration of mitigating circumstances, and the certainty that Hilton Cubitt had fired the first shot.  Of Mrs. Hilton Cubitt I only know that I have heard she recovered entirely, and that she still remains a widow, devoting her whole life to the care of the poor and to the administration of her husband’s estate.

THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST

From the years 1894 to 1901 inclusive, Mr. Sherlock Holmes was a very busy man.  It is safe to say that there was no public case of any difficulty in which he was not consulted during those eight years, and there were hundreds of private cases, some of them of the most intricate and extraordinary character, in which he played a prominent part.  Many startling successes and a few unavoidable failures were the outcome of this long period of continuous work.  As I have preserved very full notes of all these cases,