A Case of Identity Audio Book (The adventures of Sherlock Holmes) #education #sherlockholmes

The Third Adventure of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, this LibriVox recording is in the public domain and is read by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Third Adventure, A Case of Identity, My Dear friend, said Sherlock Holmes as he sat on either side of the fire and his lodgings in Baker Street, life is infinitely stranger than anything the mind of man can invent, we would not dare to conceive of things which in reality are mere commonplaces of existence if we could fly through that window hand in hand hover over this great city, gently pull back the roofs and observe the strange things that are happening, the strange coincidences, the plans, the cross purposes, the wonderful chains of events that work along over generations and lead to the most extravagant results that could be possible.

Fiction with its conventions and forced conclusions is very stale and unprofitable, and yet I am not convinced of it. I replied. The

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s that come to light in the newspapers are, as a rule, quite brief and vulgar. We have realism taken to the extreme in our police reports. There are limits and yet the result is that, admittedly, it is neither fascinating nor artistic, a certain selection and discretion must be used to produce a realistic effect, Holmes commented. This is missing in the police report, where perhaps more emphasis is placed on the magistrate's platitudes than on the details that for an observer contain the vital essence of the whole matter.

Depending on it, there is nothing as unnatural as the commonplace. I smiled and shook my head. I can perfectly understand your way of thinking, so I said, of course, in your position as unofficial advisor and helper to all who are absolutely bewildered across three continents you get in touch with everything that is strange and bizarre but here I picked up the morning newspaper from the floor. Let's put it to the practical test. Here is the first title on which the cruelty of a husband towards his wife comes. There is half a column printed but I know without reading it that everything seems perfectly familiar to me.

It is, of course. "The other woman, the drink, the push, the blow, the bruise, the understanding sister or the earth, the crudest of writers could not invent anything cruder, in fact your example is unfortunate for your argument," said Holmes, taking the paper and looking down this is the Dundas separation

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and it turns out that he was busy clarifying some small points in connection with it the husband was a tea Toler, there was no other wife and the conduct complained of was that he had acquired the habit of ending each food by taking out his false teeth and throwing them at his wife, which, as you will allow, is not a crime. action that probably occurs to the imagination of the average Storyteller, take a dose of snuff, doctor, and acknowledge that I have surpassed you in his example.

He held out his old gold snuff box with a large Amethyst in the center of the lid, the Splendor of it was. in such contrast with his homely customs and his simple life that I couldn't help but comment on it ah he said I forgot that I hadn't seen you in a few weeks it's a small souvenir from the king of Bohemia in exchange for my help in the case of the papers of Irene Adler and the ring I ordered, looking at a remarkable brilliant that shone on her finger, was from the reigning family of Holland, although the matter in which I served them was of such delicacy that I cannot confide it even to you, who have He been good enough to chronicle one or two of my little problems and have some on hand, and a moment ago I asked with interest about 10 or 12, but none that present any characteristic of interest.

Are important. Understand them without being interesting. In fact, I have discovered that it is usually in unimportant matters that there is scope for observation and rapid analysis of cause and effect, which gives the charm to an investigation. Bigger crimes tend to be simpler, because the bigger the crime, the more obvious it is as a rule. What is the reason in these cases, except for a rather complex matter that has been sent to me from Marseille, there is nothing that presents characteristics of interest, but it is possible that I will have something better before many minutes pass, since it is one My clients or I are very wrong.

He had risen from his chair and was standing between the half-open blinds, looking out over the dull, neutral London street. Looking over his shoulder, I saw that across the street stood a large woman wearing a heavy fur boa. around her neck and a large curly red feather and a wide-brimmed hat that was tilted in the flirtatious Duchess of Devenshire style over her ear. From beneath this large panoply, she looked nervously and hesitantly toward our windows as her body swayed back and forth. and her fingers played with the buttons of her gloves suddenly with a dive like that of a swimmer leaving the shore, she hurried across the street and we heard the sharp sound of the bell.

I have seen those symptoms before, said Holmes, throwing his cigarette into the fire, swinging on the sidewalk always means a matter she would like advice but it is not certain that the matter is not too delicate for communication and yet even here we can discriminate when a woman has been seriously wronged by a man she no longer oscillates and the usual symptom is a broken bell wire here we can take that there is a love affair but that the maid is not so much angry as perplexed or distressed but here she comes in person to resolve our doubts as she spoke there was a knock at the door and the A boy in buttons entered to announce Miss Mary Southernland as the lady herself emerged behind her small black figure like a full Saed Merchant behind a small pilot boat.

Sherlock Holmes received her with the easy courtesy for which she was noted, and after closing the door and bowing. He sat her down in an armchair and he looked at her in that tiny but abstracted way that was peculiar to him. You do not find? He said that with your short sight it's a little bit trying to type so much. I did it first. She responded, but now I know. where her letters are without looking and suddenly, realizing the full meaning of her words, she started violently and looked with fear and amazement at her broad, good-humored face.

You've heard of me, Mr. Holmes, she cried. If not, how could I know all that? "I don't care," said Holmes, laughing, "it's my business to know things, perhaps I've trained myself to see what others miss, otherwise why should you come and consult me?" I came to you, sir, because I heard about you through Mrs. Eich, whose husband he found so. easy when the police and everyone else had left him for dead. Oh, Mr. Holmes, I wish you would do the same for me. I'm not rich, but I still have a hundred dollars a year apart from the little I make from the machine. and I would give everything to know what has become of Mr.

Hosmer Angel, why did he come to consult me ​​in such a hurry, asked Sherlock Holmes, with his fingertips together and his gaze at the ceiling, again a look of surprise appeared on the woman's somewhat empty face. Miss Mary Sutherland, yes, I bet you sang outside the house, she said, because it made me angry to see the easy way in which Mr. Winbank, who is my father, took everything away, I wouldn't go to the police and I wouldn't go to you. and in the end when he didn't do anything and kept saying there was no harm I got angry and went on with my things and came immediately to you your father said Holmes your stepfather surely since the name is different yes my stepfather I call him father, although It also sounds funny because he's only 5 years and two months older than me and his mother is alive.

Oh yes, his mother is alive and well. I was not very happy, Mr. Holmes, when he remarried so soon after my father's death. death and a man who was almost 15 years her junior, the father was a plumber in Tottenham Court Road and left a tidy business behind him which the mother carried on with Mr. Hardy, the foreman, but when Mr. arrived. Wbank, made her sell the business because she was much superior being a wine traveler, they got 4700 for the goodwill and interest which was not as much as my father could have gotten if he had been alive.

I expected to see Sherlock Holmes impatient under this rambling and inconsequential narrative, but on the contrary, I had listened with the greatest concentration of attention to his small income. She asked me if they come from the business. Oh no, sir. He is quite separated and was left to me by my uncle Ned in Auckland. He is in New Zealand shares and pays 45%. 2,500 was the amount, but I can only touch on the interest. "I'm very interested," said Holmes, and as you withdraw as large a sum as a hundred a year out of what you make in the bargain, you will no doubt travel a little and please yourself in every way.

I think a single woman can get by very well on an income of about $60. I could do with a lot less than that, Mr. Holmes, but you understand that as long as I live at home I don't wish to be a burden to them, so they can use the money while I stay with them, of course, that's just by the time Mr. Wbank collects my interest every quarter and pays it to my mother, and I find that I can do quite well with what I earn in typing he gives me tens per sheet and I can often write 15 to 20 sheets in a day.

He has made his position very clear to me. Holmes said. This is my friend Dr. Watson, to whom he can speak as freely as before me. Please tell us. Now, all about his connection to Mr. Hosmer Angel. A blush covered Miss Southerland's face and she nervously bit the hem of her jacket. I first met him in the fall of the guest installer. She said they used to send tickets to my father when he was alive and then after. They remembered us and sent them to mom. Miss Mr. Wbank didn't want us to go. She never wanted us to go anywhere.

She would be very upset if I wanted to join a Sunday school treat, but this time I was determined to go. and I would go because what right did he have to stop it, he said that people were not suitable for us to know when all of my father's friends would be there and he said that I had nothing decent to wear when I had my purple stuffed animal that I had never had. Finally they took him out of the box, when he couldn't do anything else, he went to France on company business, but my mother and I went with Mr.

Hardy, who used to be our foreman, and it was there that I met Mr. Hosmer Angel. I suppose Holmes said that when Mr. Wbank returned from France he was very upset because you had gone to the ball. Well, he behaved very well. He laughed, I remember. He shrugged and said that there was no point in denying a woman anything. because she would get her way, I see that at the gas fitters' dance you met, as I understand it, a gentleman called Mr. Huser Angel, yes sir, I met him that night and he called me the next day to ask if we had arrived home safely and after that we met. him, that is, Mr.

Holmes, I met him twice for a walk, but after that, my father returned and Mr. Hosmer Angel could no longer come to the house, well, you know, my father did not like it at all of what he would not have liked. any visit if I could avoid it and I used to say that a woman should be happy in her own family circle, but then, as I used to say to the mother, to begin with, a woman wants her own circle and I didn't have mine yet, but how ? About Mr. Hmer Angel, did he not make any attempt to see you?

Well, my father was going to France again in a week and Hosmer wrote and said it would be safer and better not to see each other until he was gone, we could write in the meantime. and he used to write every day. I took the cards in the morning, so it was not necessary for my father to know if she was engaged to the gentleman at that time. Oh yes, Mr. Holmes, we were engaged after the first walk we took. Hosmer. Mr. Angel was. a cashier in an office in Leen Hall Street and which office is the worst Mr.

Holmes I don't know where he lived, then he slept in the premises and you don't know his address, no, except that it was Leen Hall Street Where did you address your letters and then to Hall Street Post Office to leave them until called? He said that if they sent them to the office, all the other Clarks would make fun of him for having letters from a lady, so I offered to type them. like he did with his, but he didn't accept it because he said that when he wrote them they seemed to come from me, but when he typed them he always felt like the machine had come between us, that will show you how loved he was.

I, Mr. Holmes, and the little things he thought were very suggestive, said Holmes, it has long been a axis of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. Can you remember any other little things about Mr. Hosmer Angel? shy man, Mr. Holmes, he preferred to walk with me at night than in daylight because he said he hated attention, very withdrawn and gentlemanly, even his voice was soft, he had had the Quincy and swollen glands when he was young. He told me and it had left him with a weak throat and a halting, whispery way of speaking.

He was always well dressed, very clean and simple, but his eyes were weak like mine and he wore polarized glasses to protect himself from the glare. And what happened when Mr. Werbeck, his stepfather,returned to France. Mr. Hosmer, Angel, came home and proposed that we get married before my father returned. He was very serious and he made me swear with my hands on the Will that, no matter what happens, I will always be faithful to him. My mother said that she was right to make me swear and that it was a sign of her passion. My mother was in his favor from the beginning and was even more fond of him than I was then, when they talked about getting married the week I started asking. about my father, but they both said not to worry about my father, but to tell him later and my mother said she would fix everything with him.

I didn't like that very much, Mr. Holmes, I thought it was funny that he asked your permission, since he was only a few years older than me, but I didn't want to do anything secretly, so I wrote to my father in Bordeaux, where the company It has its offices in France, but the letter arrived the same morning of the wedding and then I missed it. Yes, sir, because he had left for England just before. He arrived, eh, it was a pity that his wedding was organized for Friday, would it be in the church? Yes, sir, but very quietly, it would be at Sun Savior's, near King's Cross, and then we would have breakfast at the St Panr Hotel.

Hosmer came looking. We were in a beautiful but since there were two of us, he put us both in and got into a four-wheeler that turned out to be the only other taxi on the street. We arrived at the church first and when the four-wheeler arrived. We waited for him to come out but he never did and when the taxi driver got off the seat and saw that there was no one there, the taxi driver said that he couldn't imagine what had happened to him because he had seen him enter with his people. eyes it was last Friday Mr.

Holmes and I have seen or heard nothing since then that sheds any light on what has become of him it seems to me that he has been treated very disgracefully said Holmes oh no sir he was too good and kind to leave me like this Why all morning he was telling me that no matter what happened I should be sincere and that even if something quite unforeseen happened that separated us I should always remember that I was committed to him and that he would demand his promise sooner or later it seemed like a strange conversation for me. a wedding morning but what has happened since then gives it meaning, surely you have it in your own opinion, it is then that some unforeseen catastrophe has happened to you, yes sir, I think you foresaw some danger or else you would have done it.

I haven't spoken like that and then I think it happened. what he foresaw but you have no idea what could have been. No more questions about how your mother took the matter. She became angry and said that she should never talk about it. again and your father told him yes and he seemed to think with me that something had happened and that I should hear from him again while he said what interest could someone have in bringing me to the doors of the church and then leaving me now. If he had borrowed my money, or if he had married me and put my money in him, there might be some reason, but Hosmer was very independent about money and would never look at a shilling of mine, and yet what could there be? past and why might it have been done?

It's not right, oh, it drives me crazy to think about it and I can't sleep a wink at night, he took a small handkerchief out of his muff and began to sob deeply into it, I'll take a look at the case for you, said Holmes, getting up and I don't have no doubt that we will reach some definitive result. Let the weight of the matter fall on me now and don't let your mind dwell on it any longer. Above all, try to let Mr. Hmer Angel fade from your memory like he faded from your life. So you don't think I'll see him again.

I'm not afraid. So what has happened to him? You will leave that question in my hands. I would like an accurate description of him and any letters from him that you can spare. Advertising for him. in last Saturday's Chronicle he said here is the slip and here are four letters from him, thank you and his address number 31 Lion Place Camberwell Mr Angel's address which he never had. I understand where his father's place of business is. He travels to West House and Marbank the. Large Claret importers from Fen Church Street. Thank you. He has made his statement very clearly.

He will leave the papers here and remember the advice I gave him. Let the entire incident remain a closed

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and don't let it affect his life. Very kind Mr. Holmes, but I can't do that. I will be loyal to Hosmer. He'll find me ready when he comes back for everything. The absurd hat and the empty face. There was something noble in our visitor's simple faith that galvanized our respect. He left his small packet of papers on the table and continued on his way, promising to return when called. Sherlock Holmes sat silently for a few minutes with his fingertips still together, his legs stretched out in front of him, and his gaze directed upward. toward the ceiling, then he took down from the shelf the old, oily clay pipe that was his advisor and, lighting it, leaned back in his chair with the thick crowns of blue clouds swirling about him and a look of infinite Langer on his face. a rather interesting study that the Maiden observed.

I found it more interesting than his little problem, which, by the way, is quite trite. You will find parallel cases if you consult my index at Andover at 77 and there was something like that in last year's heg as is the idea, however there were one or two details which were new to me but the maid herself was very instructive. You seemed to read a lot about her, which was quite invisible to me. I commented Not invisible but it went unnoticed Watson You didn't know where to look and that's why you missed everything important. I will never be able to make you understand the importance of sleeves, the suggestiveness of miniatures, all the great themes that can hang from the lace of a boot.

Now, what did you deduce from that woman's appearance? Well, she had a wide-brimmed slate-colored straw hat with a brick-red FEA, her jacket was black with black beads sewn on and a fringe of small jet-black trim, her dress was brown, quite a bit darker than brown. , with a little purple plush on the collar and sleeves Her gloves were grayish and worn down to the right index finger Her boots I didn't notice that she had small round gold earrings and a general air of being quite well All in a vulgar way, comfortable and calm Sherlock Holmes clapped together softly and chuckled at my word Watson, you are progressing wonderfully, you have really done very well, in fact, it is true that you have missed everything important, but you have found the method and you have A quick eye for color, never trust General Impressions. boy, but focus on the details, my first look is always a woman's sleeping permit on a man, maybe it's best to take the knee of his pants first.

As you notice, this woman had plush on her sleeves, which is a very useful material to display. draw the double line a little above the wrist where the typewriter presses against the table was beautifully defined the handen type sewing machine leaves a similar mark but only on the left arm and on the side furthest from the thumb instead of be the right At the widest part, then I looked at her face and, observing the dent of an NES on each side of her nose, I ventured to comment on the myopia when typing, which seemed to surprise her, surprised me, but It was surely obvious.

Then she was very surprised and interested to look down to see that, although the boots she was wearing were no different from each other, they were really strange, one had a slightly decorated toe and the other was plain and buttoned only on both. lower buttons of five and the other on the first third and fifth Now, when you see that a young woman, otherwise neatly dressed, has left the house with some strange boots half-buttoned, it is not a great deduction to say that she left in a hurry and What else did I ask? Very interested as always by my friend's incisive reasoning.

I noticed in passing that she had written a note before leaving the house, but after she was fully dressed you noticed that her right glove was torn on her index finger, but she apparently didn't see it. that both the glove and the finger were stained with violet ink he had written hastily and dipped his pen deeply it must have been this morning or the mark would not be clear on the finger all this is fun although quite elementary but I must get back to business Watson, would you Would you mind reading me the advertised description of Mr.

Hosmer Angel? I held the small printed paper up to the missing light. It said that on the morning of the 14th, a gentleman named Hosmer Angel, about 5' 7 inches in height, of strong build, black bristle complexion. hair slightly bald in the center bushy black side whiskers and mustache tinted glasses slight speech impediment was dressed when last seen in a black frock coat in front of a black silk vest with gold Albert chain and gray Harris Tweed trousers with brown Gators about elastic boots on the sides known to have been employed in an office in Leen Hall Street, anyone who brings that will do, Holmes said as for the letters, he continued to look at them, they are very common, there is no clue in them about Mr.

Angel , except he quotes Balzac once there is a notable point. However, what will undoubtedly catch your attention, they are typewritten. Not only did I notice that, but the signature is typewritten. Check out Hosmer's sleek little angel at the bottom. There is a d, but there is no title except leten Hall Street, which is quite vague as to the point about the The signature is very suggestive, in fact we can call it conclusive of what, dear friend, is it possible? You don't see how strongly it influences the case. I can't say I do unless he wanted to be able to deny his signature if an action for breach of Promise was brought, no that was not the point, however I will write two letters that should resolve the matter, one to a security company. the city and the other to the young woman's stepfather, Mr.

Windy Bank, asking him if he could meet. We are here tomorrow at 6:00 pm, we better do business with Maale's relatives and now, doctor, we can't do anything until the answers to those letters arrive so we can put our little problem on the shelf for the moment. I had had so much reason to believe in the subtle powers of reasoning and the extraordinary energy and action of my friend that I felt that I must have had some solid basis for the confident and calm conduct with which he dealt with the singular mystery which he had been called upon to discover in Fathom. .

I had only seen him fail once in the case of the king of Bohemia and the photograph of Irene Edler, but when I remembered the strange business of the sign of four and the extraordinary circumstances connected with the study in scarlet I felt that Although it was a strange entanglement The

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of Miss Mary Southernland's missing boyfriend was a case professional of great seriousness that attracted my attention at that moment and the entire next day I was busy at the victim's bed; It wasn't until around 6:00 that I found out. I found myself free and was able to get into a beautiful car and drive to Baker Street, half fearing that it was too late to help in the den numo of the little mystery.

I found Sherlock Holmes alone, although half asleep, with his long, thin figure curled up in In the recesses of his armchair, a formation made up of bottles and test tubes with a clean, acrid smell of hydrochloric acid told me that the day had passed. in the chemical work that he liked so much. Well, have you solved it? I asked as I entered. Yes it was the barite bisulfate no no the mystery I cried oh I thought about the salt I had been working with there was never any mystery in the matter although as I said yesterday some of the details are of Interest the only drawback is that there is no law which I fear may touch on what a scoundrel he was then, and what his object was in abandoning Miss Southernland.

The question had barely left my mouth and Holmes had not yet opened his lips to respond when we heard heavy footsteps at the entrance. the hallway and a knock on the door this is the girl's stepfather Mr. James Wyck said Hol has written to me to tell me that he would be here at 6 come in the man who came in was a stocky medium sized guy about 30 years old clean-shaven and bristle-skinned with a gentle, insinuating manner and a pair of wonderfully sharp and penetrating gray eyes, he cast an inquiring glance at each of us, placed his shiny top hat on the sideboard, and with a slight bow glided out. to the nearest chair.

Good night. "Mr. James Windy Bank," said Holmes. I believe this typed letter is from him in which he has made an appointment with me for 6:00. Yes sir. I'm afraid I'm a little late, but I'm not my own Master. Knows? I am sorry that Miss Southernland has bothered you with this little matter because I think it is much better not to wash such clothes in public. It was against my wishes for her to come, but she is a very excitable and impulsive girl, as she may have noticed. and it's not easy to control when she has made up her mind on a point, of course, I didn't care about you that much because you are not related to the official police, but it is not nice to have a family.

Furthermore, a misfortune like this is rumored abroad. she is auseless expense because how is it possible to find this angel of Hosmer? On the contrary, Holmes said quietly. I have every reason to believe that I will succeed in discovering Mr. Hosmer Angel. Mr. Wbank started violently and took off his gloves. I'm delighted to hear it. He said it was a curious thing, Holmes remarked, that a typewriter actually has as much individuality as a man's handwriting, unless they are quite new, no two write exactly the same, some letters wear out more than others, and sometimes place, now only on one side, you observe.

In this note of yours, Mr. Wbank, you say that in all cases there is a small stain on the E and a slight defect on the tail of the r. There are 14 other features, but those are the most obvious. We do all our correspondence with this machine in "The office and it is certainly a little worn out," replied our visitor, staring at Holmes with his beady little eyes, and I will now show you what is really a very interesting study. Mr. Windy Bank. Holmes continued I am thinking of writing another small monograph on some of these. days about the typewriter and its relationship with crime is a topic to which I have devoted some attention.

I have four letters here that purport to come from the missing man, they are all typed in each case, not only are the E's slurred and the RS's tailless, but if you use my magnifying glass you will notice that the other 14 features that I have referred to are also there. Mr. Wbank jumped out of his chair and picked up his hat. I can't waste my time with this kind of fantastic talk. "Holmes said if you can catch the man, catch him and let me know when you have certainly done it," said Holmes, coming up and turning the key in the door.

Then I'll let you know I caught him. Where did Mr. Wbank scream, turning pale to the lips and looking around him like a rat in a trap? Oh, so it will be. "I don't, you really won't," said Holmes quietly, there is no possible way around it, Mr. Windibank, you are too transparent, and it was a very poor compliment when he said that it was impossible for me to solve so simple a question. That's right, sit down. down and let's talk about it our visitor slumped in a chair with a hideous face and a sheen of moisture on his forehead, it's not actionable, he stammered, I'm very afraid it isn't, but between us, Windy Bank, it was just as cruel and selfish and ruthless, I have never come up with a trick in a mean way.

Now let me review the course of events and you will contradict me if I am wrong. The man sat curled up in his chair with his head buried in his chest as if he were Holmes, who is completely broken, he propped his feet on the corner of the mantelpiece and, leaning back with his hands in his pockets, began to talk. rather alone, since it seemed to us that the man married a woman much older than him for her money, he said that and enjoyed the use of the daughter's money while she lived with them was a considerable sum for people in his position and its loss would have made a great difference; it was worth the effort to preserve it.

The daughter was of a kindly but affectionate good disposition and good-hearted in her manners, so that it was evident that with her advantages as a fair person and her small income she would not They would allow her to remain single for a long time, now that her marriage would mean, of course, the loss of a hundred a year, so what does her stepfather do to prevent it? He takes the obvious route of keeping her at home and forbidding her from seeking the company of people her age, but he soon discovered that that wouldn't be the answer forever.

She became restless, he insisted on her. she rights and finally she announced her positive intention to go to a certain dance, what does her intelligent stepfather do? Then he conceives an idea more worthy of credit for his head than for his heart, with the connivance and help of his wife, he disguised himself and covered those sharp eyes with tinted glasses. glasses masked his face with a mustache and bushy sideburns sank that clear voice into an insinuating whisper and doubly sure because of the girl's short sight, he appears as Mr. Hosmer Angel and drives away other lovers by making love he himself was only At first our visitor moaned playfully.

We never thought he would get so carried away. Probably not, but it may be that the young woman decidedly let herself go and, having decided that her stepfather was in France, under suspicion of treason. It didn't even cross her mind for a moment that she felt flattered by the gentleman's attentions and the effect was increased by the admiration expressed aloud by her mother, then Mr. Ángel began to call, it was obvious that the matter should be handled as As far as possible if a real effect would be produced, there would be meetings and a commitment that would finally ensure that the girl's affections would not turn towards anyone else, but the illusion could not be maintained forever these intended trips to France were quite cumbersome, which What had to be done was clearly to bring the matter to an end in such a dramatic manner that it would leave a permanent impression on the young woman's mind and prevent her from looking at any other suitor for some time, hence those vows of fidelity required in a will and of There are also the illusions. to the possibility that something might happen on the morning of the wedding James Windy Bank wanted Miss Southernland to be so attached to Hosmer Angel and so insecure about her destiny that, at least for the next 10 years, she would not listen to any other man. . he took her to the church door and then, as she could go no further, she conveniently disappeared by the old trick of entering through one door of a four-wheeled vehicle and exiting through the other.

I believe that was the chain of events, Mr. Windy Bank our visitor had recovered some of the Security from him while Holmes had been speaking and now rose from his chair with a cold sneer on his pale face. It may or may not be so. Mr. Holmes said it, but if he is so clever, he should be smart enough to know that it is you who is breaking the law now and not me. I haven't done anything actionable from the beginning, but as long as you keep that door closed, you will open yourself up to an action for assault and unlawful restraint.

The law cannot, as you say, knock, said Holmes, opening and opening the door, but there never was a man who deserved more punishment. If the young woman has a brother or a friend, she should put a whip on her shoulders, for Jo's sake, he continued blushing. Seeing the bitter sneer on the man's face, it is not part of my duties to my client, but here I have a hunting crop at hand and I think I will allow myself to take two quick steps towards the whip, but before I could grab it. There was a wild clatter of footsteps on the stairs, the heavy hall door slammed shut, and from the window we could see Mr.

James Windy Bank running at top speed down the street. There is a cold-blooded scoundrel, said Holmes, laughing as he threw himself on the ground. his chair once again that guy will rise from crime to crime until he does something very bad and ends up hanging the case in some respects has not been entirely devoid of interest. Now I can't fully see all the steps of his reasoning. Of course, it was obvious from the first that this angel of Mr. Hosmer must have had some strong object for his curious conduct, and it was equally clear that the only man who really benefited from the incident, as far as we could see, was The Stepfather; two men were never together, but the fact that one always appeared when the other was absent was suggestive, as were the dark glasses and the voice of the Curious that hit him in a costume as well as the bushy mustaches.

All my suspicions were confirmed by his peculiar action while writing. her signature, which of course inferred that her handwriting was so familiar that she would recognize even the smallest sample of it. You see all these isolated facts along with many other minor ones, they all pointed in the same direction and how did you verify them once? I saw my man, it was easy to corroborate him. I knew the company this man worked for after taking the printed description, I removed everything that could be the result of a disguise, the mustaches, the glasses, the voice and sent it to the company with a request to let me know if responded to the description of one of his Travelers.

I had already noticed the peculiarities of the typewriter and wrote to the same man at his business address asking if he would come here as I expected his response. It was typewritten and revealed the same trivial but characteristic defects. The same courier brought me a letter from West House and Marbank of Fen Church Street to tell me that the description matched in every respect that of their employee James Windy Bank, clever and Miss Southernland if I tell him he won't believe me perhaps you remember the old Persian saying, there is danger for the one who takes the tiger cub and danger also for the one who thus snatches a deception from a woman.

There is as much sense in Hafiz as in Horus and as much knowledge of the end of the world of Adventure 3