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0 | The Adventure of Wisteria Lodge |
1 | The Singular Experience of Mr. John Scott Eccles The Tiger of San Pedro |
2 | 1. The Singular Experience of Mr. John Scott Eccles |
3 | I find it recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy day towards the end of March in the year 1892. Holmes had received a telegram while we sat at our lunch, and he had scribbled a reply. He made no remark, but the matter remained in his thoughts, for he stood in front of the fire afterwards with a thoughtfu... |
4 | "I suppose, Watson, we must look upon you as a man of letters," said he. "How do you define the word 'grotesque'?" |
5 | "Strange—remarkable," I suggested. |
6 | He shook his head at my definition. |
7 | "There is surely something more than that," said he; "some underlying suggestion of the tragic and the terrible. If you cast your mind back to some of those narratives with which you have afflicted a long-suffering public, you will recognise how often the grotesque has deepened into the criminal. Think of that little a... |
8 | "Have you it there?" I asked. |
9 | He read the telegram aloud. |
10 | "Have just had most incredible and grotesque experience. May I consult you? |
11 | "Scott Eccles, "Post Office, Charing Cross." |
12 | "Man or woman?" I asked. |
13 | "Oh, man, of course. No woman would ever send a reply-paid telegram. She would have come." |
14 | "Will you see him?" |
15 | "My dear Watson, you know how bored I have been since we locked up Colonel Carruthers. My mind is like a racing engine, tearing itself to pieces because it is not connected up with the work for which it was built. Life is commonplace, the papers are sterile; audacity and romance seem to have passed forever from the cri... |
16 | A measured step was heard upon the stairs, and a moment later a stout, tall, grey-whiskered and solemnly respectable person was ushered into the room. His life history was written in his heavy features and pompous manner. From his spats to his gold-rimmed spectacles he was a Conservative, a churchman, a good citizen, o... |
17 | "I have had a most singular and unpleasant experience, Mr. Holmes," said he. "Never in my life have I been placed in such a situation. It is most improper—most outrageous. I must insist upon some explanation." He swelled and puffed in his anger. |
18 | "Pray sit down, Mr. Scott Eccles," said Holmes in a soothing voice. "May I ask, in the first place, why you came to me at all?" |
19 | "Well, sir, it did not appear to be a matter which concerned the police, and yet, when you have heard the facts, you must admit that I could not leave it where it was. Private detectives are a class with whom I have absolutely no sympathy, but none the less, having heard your name—" |
20 | "Quite so. But, in the second place, why did you not come at once?" |
21 | Holmes glanced at his watch. |
22 | "It is a quarter-past two," he said. "Your telegram was dispatched about one. But no one can glance at your toilet and attire without seeing that your disturbance dates from the moment of your waking." |
23 | Our client smoothed down his unbrushed hair and felt his unshaven chin. |
24 | "You are right, Mr. Holmes. I never gave a thought to my toilet. I was only too glad to get out of such a house. But I have been running round making inquiries before I came to you. I went to the house agents, you know, and they said that Mr. Garcia's rent was paid up all right and that everything was in order at Wiste... |
25 | "Come, come, sir," said Holmes, laughing. "You are like my friend, Dr. Watson, who has a bad habit of telling his stories wrong end foremost. Please arrange your thoughts and let me know, in their due sequence, exactly what those events are which have sent you out unbrushed and unkempt, with dress boots and waistcoat b... |
26 | Our client looked down with a rueful face at his own unconventional appearance. |
27 | "I'm sure it must look very bad, Mr. Holmes, and I am not aware that in my whole life such a thing has ever happened before. But I will tell you the whole queer business, and when I have done so you will admit, I am sure, that there has been enough to excuse me." |
28 | But his narrative was nipped in the bud. There was a bustle outside, and Mrs. Hudson opened the door to usher in two robust and official-looking individuals, one of whom was well known to us as Inspector Gregson of Scotland Yard, an energetic, gallant, and, within his limitations, a capable officer. He shook hands with... |
29 | "We are hunting together, Mr. Holmes, and our trail lay in this direction." He turned his bulldog eyes upon our visitor. "Are you Mr. John Scott Eccles, of Popham House, Lee?" |
30 | "I am." |
31 | "We have been following you about all the morning." |
32 | "You traced him through the telegram, no doubt," said Holmes. |
33 | "Exactly, Mr. Holmes. We picked up the scent at Charing Cross Post-Office and came on here." |
34 | "But why do you follow me? What do you want?" |
35 | "We wish a statement, Mr. Scott Eccles, as to the events which led up to the death last night of Mr. Aloysius Garcia, of Wisteria Lodge, near Esher." |
36 | Our client had sat up with staring eyes and every tinge of colour struck from his astonished face. |
37 | "Dead? Did you say he was dead?" |
38 | "Yes, sir, he is dead." |
39 | "But how? An accident?" |
40 | "Murder, if ever there was one upon earth." |
41 | "Good God! This is awful! You don't mean—you don't mean that I am suspected?" |
42 | "A letter of yours was found in the dead man's pocket, and we know by it that you had planned to pass last night at his house." |
43 | "So I did." |
44 | "Oh, you did, did you?" |
45 | Out came the official notebook. |
46 | "Wait a bit, Gregson," said Sherlock Holmes. "All you desire is a plain statement, is it not?" |
47 | "And it is my duty to warn Mr. Scott Eccles that it may be used against him." |
48 | "Mr. Eccles was going to tell us about it when you entered the room. I think, Watson, a brandy and soda would do him no harm. Now, sir, I suggest that you take no notice of this addition to your audience, and that you proceed with your narrative exactly as you would have done had you never been interrupted." |
49 | Our visitor had gulped off the brandy and the colour had returned to his face. With a dubious glance at the inspector's notebook, he plunged at once into his extraordinary statement. |
50 | "I am a bachelor," said he, "and being of a sociable turn I cultivate a large number of friends. Among these are the family of a retired brewer called Melville, living at Abermarle Mansion, Kensington. It was at his table that I met some weeks ago a young fellow named Garcia. He was, I understood, of Spanish descent an... |
51 | "In some way we struck up quite a friendship, this young fellow and I. He seemed to take a fancy to me from the first, and within two days of our meeting he came to see me at Lee. One thing led to another, and it ended in his inviting me out to spend a few days at his house, Wisteria Lodge, between Esher and Oxshott. Y... |
52 | "He had described his household to me before I went there. He lived with a faithful servant, a countryman of his own, who looked after all his needs. This fellow could speak English and did his housekeeping for him. Then there was a wonderful cook, he said, a half-breed whom he had picked up in his travels, who could s... |
53 | "I drove to the place—about two miles on the south side of Esher. The house was a fair-sized one, standing back from the road, with a curving drive which was banked with high evergreen shrubs. It was an old, tumbledown building in a crazy state of disrepair. When the trap pulled up on the grass-grown drive in front of ... |
54 | "One thing comes back to my memory which may have a bearing upon the business that you two gentlemen are investigating. I thought nothing of it at the time. Near the end of dinner a note was handed in by the servant. I noticed that after my host had read it he seemed even more distrait and strange than before. He gave ... |
55 | "And now I come to the amazing part of my tale. When I woke it was broad daylight. I glanced at my watch, and the time was nearly nine. I had particularly asked to be called at eight, so I was very much astonished at this forgetfulness. I sprang up and rang for the servant. There was no response. I rang again and again... |
56 | Sherlock Holmes was rubbing his hands and chuckling as he added this bizarre incident to his collection of strange episodes. |
57 | "Your experience is, so far as I know, perfectly unique," said he. "May I ask, sir, what you did then?" |
58 | "I was furious. My first idea was that I had been the victim of some absurd practical joke. I packed my things, banged the hall door behind me, and set off for Esher, with my bag in my hand. I called at Allan Brothers', the chief land agents in the village, and found that it was from this firm that the villa had been r... |
59 | "I am sure of it, Mr. Scott Eccles—I am sure of it," said Inspector Gregson in a very amiable tone. "I am bound to say that everything which you have said agrees very closely with the facts as they have come to our notice. For example, there was that note which arrived during dinner. Did you chance to observe what beca... |
60 | "Yes, I did. Garcia rolled it up and threw it into the fire." |
61 | "What do you say to that, Mr. Baynes?" |
62 | The country detective was a stout, puffy, red man, whose face was only redeemed from grossness by two extraordinarily bright eyes, almost hidden behind the heavy creases of cheek and brow. With a slow smile he drew a folded and discoloured scrap of paper from his pocket. |
63 | "It was a dog-grate, Mr. Holmes, and he overpitched it. I picked this out unburned from the back of it." |
64 | Holmes smiled his appreciation. |
65 | "You must have examined the house very carefully to find a single pellet of paper." |
66 | "I did, Mr. Holmes. It's my way. Shall I read it, Mr. Gregson?" |
67 | The Londoner nodded. |
68 | "The note is written upon ordinary cream-laid paper without watermark. It is a quarter-sheet. The paper is cut off in two snips with a short-bladed scissors. It has been folded over three times and sealed with purple wax, put on hurriedly and pressed down with some flat oval object. It is addressed to Mr. Garcia, Wiste... |
69 | "Our own colours, green and white. Green open, white shut. Main stair, first corridor, seventh right, green baize. Godspeed. D. |
70 | "It is a woman's writing, done with a sharp-pointed pen, but the address is either done with another pen or by someone else. It is thicker and bolder, as you see." |
71 | "A very remarkable note," said Holmes, glancing it over. "I must compliment you, Mr. Baynes, upon your attention to detail in your examination of it. A few trifling points might perhaps be added. The oval seal is undoubtedly a plain sleeve-link—what else is of such a shape? The scissors were bent nail scissors. Short a... |
72 | The country detective chuckled. |
73 | "I thought I had squeezed all the juice out of it, but I see there was a little over," he said. "I'm bound to say that I make nothing of the note except that there was something on hand, and that a woman, as usual was at the bottom of it." |
74 | Mr. Scott Eccles had fidgeted in his seat during this conversation. |
75 | "I am glad you found the note, since it corroborates my story," said he. "But I beg to point out that I have not yet heard what has happened to Mr. Garcia, nor what has become of his household." |
76 | "As to Garcia," said Gregson, "that is easily answered. He was found dead this morning upon Oxshott Common, nearly a mile from his home. His head had been smashed to pulp by heavy blows of a sandbag or some such instrument, which had crushed rather than wounded. It is a lonely corner, and there is no house within a qua... |
77 | "Robbed?" |
78 | "No, there was no attempt at robbery." |
79 | "This is very painful—very painful and terrible," said Mr. Scott Eccles in a querulous voice, "but it is really uncommonly hard on me. I had nothing to do with my host going off upon a nocturnal excursion and meeting so sad an end. How do I come to be mixed up with the case?" |
80 | "Very simply, sir," Inspector Baynes answered. "The only document found in the pocket of the deceased was a letter from you saying that you would be with him on the night of his death. It was the envelope of this letter which gave us the dead man's name and address. It was after nine this morning when we reached his ho... |
81 | "I think now," said Gregson, rising, "we had best put this matter into an official shape. You will come round with us to the station, Mr. Scott Eccles, and let us have your statement in writing." |
82 | "Certainly, I will come at once. But I retain your services, Mr. Holmes. I desire you to spare no expense and no pains to get at the truth." |
83 | My friend turned to the country inspector. |
84 | "I suppose that you have no objection to my collaborating with you, Mr. Baynes?" |
85 | "Highly honoured, sir, I am sure." |
86 | "You appear to have been very prompt and businesslike in all that you have done. Was there any clue, may I ask, as to the exact hour that the man met his death?" |
87 | "He had been there since one o'clock. There was rain about that time, and his death had certainly been before the rain." |
88 | "But that is perfectly impossible, Mr. Baynes," cried our client. "His voice is unmistakable. I could swear to it that it was he who addressed me in my bedroom at that very hour." |
89 | "Remarkable, but by no means impossible," said Holmes, smiling. |
90 | "You have a clue?" asked Gregson. |
91 | "On the face of it the case is not a very complex one, though it certainly presents some novel and interesting features. A further knowledge of facts is necessary before I would venture to give a final and definite opinion. By the way, Mr. Baynes, did you find anything remarkable besides this note in your examination o... |
92 | The detective looked at my friend in a singular way. |
93 | "There were," said he, "one or two _very_ remarkable things. Perhaps when I have finished at the police-station you would care to come out and give me your opinion of them." |
94 | "I am entirely at your service," said Sherlock Holmes, ringing the bell. "You will show these gentlemen out, Mrs. Hudson, and kindly send the boy with this telegram. He is to pay a five-shilling reply." |
95 | We sat for some time in silence after our visitors had left. Holmes smoked hard, with his brows drawn down over his keen eyes, and his head thrust forward in the eager way characteristic of the man. |
96 | "Well, Watson," he asked, turning suddenly upon me, "what do you make of it?" |
97 | "I can make nothing of this mystification of Scott Eccles." |
98 | "But the crime?" |
99 | "Well, taken with the disappearance of the man's companions, I should say that they were in some way concerned in the murder and had fled from justice." |
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