The Return of Sherlock Holmes eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 418 pages of information about The Return of Sherlock Holmes.

The Return of Sherlock Holmes eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 418 pages of information about The Return of Sherlock Holmes.

In half an hour we had reached Pitt Street, a quiet little backwater just beside one of the briskest currents of London life.  No. 131 was one of a row, all flat-chested, respectable, and most unromantic dwellings.  As we drove up, we found the railings in front of the house lined by a curious crowd.  Holmes whistled.

“By George!  It’s attempted murder at the least.  Nothing less will hold the London message-boy.  There’s a deed of violence indicated in that fellow’s round shoulders and outstretched neck.  What’s this, Watson?  The top steps swilled down and the other ones dry.  Footsteps enough, anyhow!  Well, well, there’s Lestrade at the front window, and we shall soon know all about it.”

The official received us with a very grave face and showed us into a sitting-room, where an exceedingly unkempt and agitated elderly man, clad in a flannel dressing-gown, was pacing up and down.  He was introduced to us as the owner of the house—­Mr. Horace Harker, of the Central Press Syndicate.

“It’s the Napoleon bust business again,” said Lestrade.  “You seemed interested last night, Mr. Holmes, so I thought perhaps you would be glad to be present now that the affair has taken a very much graver turn.”

“What has it turned to, then?”

“To murder.  Mr. Harker, will you tell these gentlemen exactly what has occurred?”

The man in the dressing-gown turned upon us with a most melancholy face.

“It’s an extraordinary thing,” said he, “that all my life I have been collecting other people’s news, and now that a real piece of news has come my own way I am so confused and bothered that I can’t put two words together.  If I had come in here as a journalist, I should have interviewed myself and had two columns in every evening paper.  As it is, I am giving away valuable copy by telling my story over and over to a string of different people, and I can make no use of it myself.  However, I’ve heard your name, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and if you’ll only explain this queer business, I shall be paid for my trouble in telling you the story.”

Holmes sat down and listened.

“It all seems to centre round that bust of Napoleon which I bought for this very room about four months ago.  I picked it up cheap from Harding Brothers, two doors from the High Street Station.  A great deal of my journalistic work is done at night, and I often write until the early morning.  So it was to-day.  I was sitting in my den, which is at the back of the top of the house, about three o’clock, when I was convinced that I heard some sounds downstairs.  I listened, but they were not repeated, and I concluded that they came from outside.  Then suddenly, about five minutes later, there came a most horrible yell—­the most dreadful sound, Mr. Holmes, that ever I heard.  It will ring in my ears as long as I live.  I sat frozen with horror for a minute or two.  Then I seized the poker and went downstairs.  When I entered this room I found the window wide open, and I at once observed that the bust was gone from the mantelpiece.  Why any burglar should take such a thing passes my understanding, for it was only a plaster cast and of no real value whatever.

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