Chapter 6 5 Ads That Draw Uninvited Visitors

After being busy for a while in the morning, my body was really overwhelmed, so I felt extremely tired in the afternoon.After Holmes went out to the concert, I lay on the sofa and tried to sleep on him for two hours, but couldn't.Overexcited by events which had occurred, my mind was filled with a great many strange notions and conjectures.As soon as I closed my eyes, the victim's distorted monkey-like face appeared in front of my eyes.It struck me as hideous, and it was difficult for me to feel anything but gratitude for the murderer who had removed such a face from the world.If appearances were ever to say anything about a man's sin, it must be that of this Enoch Dreb of Cleveland.Even so, I think the issue should be dealt with fairly. In law, the crime of the victim does not offset the crime of the murderer.

My partner speculated that the man had died of poisoning, and the more I thought about it, the more unusual it seemed to me.I remember Holmes sniffing the lips of the dead man, and I am sure he must have detected something to make him think so.Moreover, there were neither wounds nor signs of strangulation on the body. If it was not poisoning, then what was the cause of death?But, on the other hand, whose blood was splattered across the floor?Neither the scuffle nor the weapon used by the deceased to injure the other party was found in the room.As long as questions of this kind remain unanswered, it seems to me that neither Holmes nor I will be able to sleep peacefully.His calm and confident demeanor convinced me that he had already understood the whole plot; although I couldn't guess what his content was.

Holmes returned very late.I don't believe he could have been listening to the concert until so late.When he came back, supper was already on the table. "Today's music is very good," said Holmes and sat down. "Do you remember Darwin's views on music? He believed that human beings had the ability to create and appreciate music long before they had the ability to speak." Yes. Perhaps that is why we are so uncannily susceptible to music. In the depths of our minds there are vague memories of those hazy days when the world was first chaotic." "That view seems too broad," I said.

"If a man is to explain nature," said Holmes, "his imagination must be as vast as nature. What is the matter? You are not quite as usual today. The Brixton Road case brought You're making yourself uneasy." I said, "Honestly, this case has really disturbed me. I should have been hardened by my experience in Afghanistan. I saw my comrades at the Battle of Maiwand The scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, but I didn't feel scared." "I can understand that. There is something mysterious about the case, which arouses the imagination. If there is no imagination, there is no fear. Have you read the evening paper?"

"No." "The Evening Papers have given a fair account of the case. But there is no mention of a woman's wedding ring falling on the floor when the body was brought up. It would have been better if it hadn't been mentioned." "why?" "Look at the advertisement," said Holmes. "I placed an advertisement in the papers this morning immediately after the case arose." He handed me the paper, and I glanced where he was pointing.This is the first ad for Lost and Found.The ad reads: "A gold wedding ring was found this morning between Brixton Road, White Hart Tavern and Holland Grove. Lost ones are kindly requested to report to Dr. B. Watson, 221 Baker Street, between eight and nine tonight. Get in touch."

"I beg you not to be offended," said Holmes, "that your name is used in the advertisement. If I had used my own, some of these stupid detectives might have spotted it, and they would have had their hand in it." "That's all right," I answered, "but I don't have a ring if anyone comes to claim it." "Oh, yes," he said, handing me a ring, "this one's pretty much the same. It's almost the same as the original." "So who do you expect to come to claim this lost property?" "Well, that's the man in the brown coat, our red-faced friend in the square boots. If he won't come himself, he'll send an accomplice."

"Don't he think it's too dangerous?" "Never. If I am right about the case—I have every reason to be confident that I am right. This man would rather risk anything than lose the ring. The ring, I think, was at the moment when he bent over It fell while examining Drebber's body, but he did not notice it at the time. After leaving the house, he realized that he had lost the ring, and hurried back. But then he found that, through his own carelessness, he had not Put out the candles, the police are already in the house. At this time, he is likely to be suspected of appearing at the door of this house, so he has to pretend to be drunk. You may wish to put yourself in your shoes : When he had thought the matter over carefully, it must have occurred to him that he might have dropped the ring on the road after leaving the house. What was to be done, of course? He would of course hastily search for a ring in the evening papers. Fan, I hope to find something in the recruitment column. He will be very happy after seeing this advertisement, and he will be overjoyed. How can he be afraid that this is a trap? In his opinion, why is it necessary to find a ring with There's no reason why the assassination mattered. He'll come, he'll come. You'll see him in an hour."

"What about when he comes?" I asked. "Ah, you'll let me deal with him then. Do you have any weapons?" "I've got an old army revolver and some cartridges." "You'd better clean it up and load it. The fellow must be a desperado. I could catch him by surprise, but I'd better be ready just in case." I went back to the bedroom and prepared as he said.When I came out with my pistol, I saw that the dining table had been cleared away, and Holmes was playing with his favorite thing--his violin. As I entered, Holmes said: "The case is getting closer and closer. I have just received a reply to my telegram to America, confirming my view of the case."

I hurriedly asked, "Is that so?" "My violin would be better with new strings," said Holmes. "You put the pistol in your pocket. When that fellow comes in, talk to him in your usual tone, and I will take care of the rest. Don't make a fuss." , so as not to overwhelm the snake." I looked at my watch and said, "It's eight o'clock." "Yes, he'll be there in a few minutes, perhaps. Open the door a little. That's all right. Put the key in the door. Thank you! Here's a curious old book I chanced upon yesterday at the book-stand. It was called "On the Laws of the Peoples," and it was written in Latin, and it was published in Liege, Belgium, in 1642. When this little book in brown leather came out, the head was still firmly in the On his neck."

"Who is the printer?" "Philippe de Croy, I don't know what kind of person it is. On the front title page of the book it says 'Guilliam White Collection', the ink has long since faded. Don't know who William White is, probably a A positivist jurist of the seventeenth century, even his calligraphy has the style of a jurist. Here comes the man, I think." When he said this, he suddenly heard the doorbell ringing loudly.Holmes rose softly, and moved his chair towards the door.We heard the maid walking across the hallway, and heard her unbolt the door. "Does Dr. Watson live here?" asked a man in a harsh but distinct voice.We heard no answer from the servant, only that the door was closed again, and someone came upstairs.The footsteps sounded slowly, as if they were dragging their feet.My friend listened attentively, with a look of surprise on his face.Footsteps came slowly along the aisle, and then there was a slight knock on the door.

"Come in." I said loudly. It was not the sinister figure we had expected, but a wrinkled old woman who staggered into the room.After she came in, she was suddenly illuminated by the light, as if her eyes were dazzled.After she saluted, she stood there, looking at us dimly with old eyes, and fumbled in her pockets with convulsively trembling fingers.I glanced at my companion, who looked unhappy, and I had to assume a poised air. The old woman took out an evening paper, pointed to the advertisement we had posted, and said, "I'm here for this, gentlemen," she said, giving another deep bow, "the advertisement says, in cloth Picked up a gold wedding ring on Rickston Road. It belongs to my daughter Sally, who was only married this time last year, and her husband is a bookkeeper on an English ship. If he comes back, her ring is not Now, who would know what he's going to do. I can't even think about it. He's usually irritable, and he's even more irritable after he's had a drink. I'm sorry, that's what happened. She went to the circus last night, yes and-" "Is this her ring?" I asked. The old woman exclaimed, "Thank God! Sally will be so happy to-night. Here's the ring she lost." I picked up a pencil and asked, "Where do you live?" "No. 13 Duncan Street, Honzdychi. It's a long way from here." "Brixton Road," said Holmes suddenly, "doesn't lie between the Honzdy Pool and some circus." The old woman turned her face away, looked sharply at Holmes with her small red eyes, and said, "The gentleman was asking for my address just now. Sally lives at No. 3, Mayfield Apartments, Berkham." "What is your surname—?" "My name is Soye, my daughter's name is Dennis, and his husband's name is Tom Dennis. He is really a handsome and honest boy on board, and he is a good accountant in the company; but when he comes ashore, he plays with women and drink wine--" "Here is your ring, Mrs. Sawyer," I interrupted my companion, following her cue. "This ring obviously belongs to your daughter. I am very glad that it has now been returned to its rightful owner." After murmuring her gratitude, the old woman wrapped up the ring, put it in her pocket, and dragged herself downstairs.No sooner had she gone than Holmes rose and ran into his room.A few seconds later, he came out, already putting on his coat and scarf.Holmes said hastily: "I will follow her. She must be an accomplice, and she will lead me to the murderer. Don't sleep, and wait for me." The door had just slammed shut when the guest went out, and Holmes got out. building.Looking out of the window, I saw the old woman walking feebly across the road, with Holmes following her not far behind.At this moment, I thought: If Holmes's whole opinion is correct, he will now go straight to the tiger's den.He needn't have told me to wait for him, because it was impossible to sleep until I heard the result of his adventure. It was nearly nine o'clock when Holmes went out.I don't know how long he will be away, but I just sit in my room smoking a pipe and reading a book by Henri Mulger.After ten o'clock, I heard the footsteps of the maid going back to bed.At eleven o'clock, the landlady's footsteps sounded past the door, and she, too, had gone to bed. It was nearly twelve o'clock when I heard Holmes unlock the latch on the front door with his key.As soon as he entered the room, I could see from his face that he had not succeeded.Whether he is happy or annoyed, it seems that he has been fighting in his heart.In an instant, joy overcame chagrin, and Holmes suddenly burst out laughing. "I will not let the people of Scotland Yard know about it," cried Holmes, sitting down in his chair. "I have ridiculed them enough, and they will not let it go this time. However, even if they find out and laugh at me, I don’t care, I will get my face back sooner or later.” I asked, "What the hell is going on?" "Well, I'll tell you about my failure, and it's all right. The guy didn't go very far before limping and showing pain in his feet. She stopped suddenly and called out A carriage passing by. I moved closer to her to hear where she had hired a carriage; but I need not be so impatient, for she spoke so loudly that I could hear her clearly from across the road. She said aloud: 'Go to 13 Duncan Street, Honzidich.' I thought she was telling the truth. I saw her jump into the back of the carriage when she got into it. It's a skill every detective must master. Okay. Well, we are moving forward like this. The carriage did not stop all the way until we arrived at our destination. When we were approaching Gate No. 13, I jumped out of the carriage first and wandered on the road. I saw the carriage stopped and the driver jumped I got down, opened the door and waited, but no one came down. I walked up to the coachman, who was groping around in the dark compartment, swearing in a dirty manner, words that I had never heard before. I haven't heard the word 'best' yet. The passenger has long since disappeared. I think he will have to wait until another day to get the fare. We went to the 13th to inquire, and there It was inhabited by a respectable paper-maker named Keswick, and no one called Sawyer or Dennis was ever known to live there." I exclaimed in amazement, "Do you mean that frail, limping old woman was able to jump out of the car when it was moving, without being noticed by you and the driver?" "What an old woman," said Holmes sharply. "Damn it! We are old women, and we have been deceived in this way. He must be a young fellow, and a capable one at that. Not only that, but he must be a great man." Actor, he played it to an incomparable degree. Obviously, he knew that someone was following him, so he used this method to escape me. This fact shows that the person we are trying to catch now A man is by no means alone, as I imagined him to be, but he has many friends who are willing to take risks for him. Now, doctor, you look exhausted. Go to bed as I say." I was really tired, so I obeyed him and went to bed.Holmes was left alone by the smoldering fire.In the long silence of the night, I heard his melancholy voice whisper back, and I knew that he was still brooding over that strange problem with which he was seriously settling.

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