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Edition (November 2006)
I can make nothing of this mystification of Scott Eccles.But the crime?There you have it, said Sherlock Holmes, knocking out the ashes ofhis after breakfast pipe and slowly refilling it. That is thegentleman I await. As to the story, you have hardly time to master allthese papers, so I must give it to you in a nutshell if you are totake an intelligent interest in the proceedings. This man is thegreatest financial power in the world, and a man, as I understand,of most violent and formidable character. He married a wife, thevictim of this tragedy, of whom I know nothing save that she waspast her prime, which was the more unfortunate as a very attractivegoverness superintended the education of two young children. These arethe three people concerned, and the scene is a grand old manorhouse, the centre of a historical English state. Then as to thetragedy. The wife was found in the grounds nearly half a mile from thehouse, late at night, clad in her dinner dress, with a shawl overher shoulders and a revolver bullet through her brain. No weapon wasfound near her and there was no local clue as to the murder. No weaponnear her, Watson- mark that! The crime seems to have been committedlate in the evening, and the body was found by a gamekeeper abouteleven oclock, when it was examined by the police and by a doctorbefore being carried up to the house. Is this too condensed, or canyou follow it clearly?
And the box, said Holmes.Well, then, said the Marionette, let us make a contract.called
My God! cried our client, what a blind beetle I have been!Now you see the point about the handwriting. Suppose that someoneturned up in your place who wrote a completely different hand fromthat in which you had applied for the vacancy, of course the gamewould have been up. But in the interval the rogue had learned toimitate you, and his position was therefore secure, as I presumethat nobody in the office had ever set eyes upon you.We were dashing along the smooth white country road, with thelong stretch of the Broads in front of us glimmering in the redlight of the setting sun. From a grove upon our left I could alreadysee the high chimneys and the flagstaff which marked the squiresdwelling.
About six months, my lord, she answered, with a composed air and arms akimbo.
Theresa added, That she had received a letter from him, informing her the chateau was let, and that, as her services would no longer be required, she must quit the place, on that day week, when the new tenant would arrive.I think, my lord, that the message is an address.
How do they account for it?With the thunder of Zeus! while by the thunderers throneStood his daughter, the Goddess of Love; the Graces were standing
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