“Subtle enough and horrible enough. When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals.He has nerve and he has knowledge. Palmer and Pritchard were among the heads of their profession.This man strikes even deeper, but I think, Watson, that we shall be able to strike deeper still.But we shall have horrors enough before the night is over;for goodness’ sake let us have a quiet pipe and turn our minds for a few hours to something more cheerful. ”
About nine o’clock the light among the trees was extinguished,and all was dark in the direction of the Manor House. Two hours passed slowly away, and then,suddenly, just at the stroke of eleven, a single bright light shone out right in front of us.
“That is our signal,” said Holmes, springing to his feet; “it comes from the middle window.”
As we passed out he exchanged a few words with the landlord,explaining that we were going on a late visit to an acquaintance,and that it was possible that we might spend the night there.A moment later we were out on the dark road, a chill wind blowing in our faces,and one yellow light twinkling in front of us through the gloom to guide us on our sombre errand.
There was little difficulty in entering the grounds,for unrepaired breaches gaped in the old park wall. Making our way among the trees,we reached the lawn, crossed it, and were about to enter through the window when out from a clump of laurel bushes there darted what seemed to be a hideous and distorted child, who threw itself upon the grass with writhing limbs and then ran swiftly across the lawn into the darkness.
“My God!” I whispered; “did you see it?”
Holmes was for the moment as startled as I.His hand closed like a vice upon my wrist in his agitation.Then he broke into a low laugh and put his lips to my ear.
“It is a nice household,” he murmured. “That is the baboon.”
I had forgotten the strange pets which the Doctor affected. There was a cheetah, too;perhaps we might find it upon our shoulders at any moment.I confess that I felt easier in my mind when,after following Holmes’ example and slipping off my shoes, I found myself inside the bedroom.My companion noiselessly closed the shutters, moved the lamp onto the table,and cast his eyes round the room. All was as we had seen it in the daytime.Then creeping up to me and making a trumpet of his hand,he whispered into my ear again so gently that it was all that I could do to distinguish the words:
“The least sound would be fatal to our plans.”
I nodded to show that I had heard.
“We must sit without light. He would see it through the ventilator.”
I nodded again.
“Do not go asleep; your very life may depend upon it.Have your pistol ready in case we should need it. I will sit on the side of the bed, and you in that chair.”
I took out my revolver and laid it on the corner of the table.
Holmes had brought up a long thin cane, and this he placed upon the bed beside him.By it he laid the box of matches and the stump of a candle. Then he turned down the lamp, and we were left in darkness.
How shall I ever forget that dreadful vigil?I could not hear a sound, not even the drawing of a breath,and yet I knew that my companion sat open-eyed, within a few feet of me,in the same state of nervous tension in which I was myself.The shutters cut off the least ray of light, and we waited in absolute darkness.
From outside came the occasional cry of a night-bird,and once at our very window a long drawn catlike whine,which told us that the cheetah was indeed at liberty.Far away we could hear the deep tones of the parish clock,which boomed out every quarter of an hour. How long they seemed, those quarters!Twelve struck, and one and two and three,and still we sat waiting silently for whatever might befall.
Suddenly there was the momentary gleam of a light up in the direction of the ventilator,which vanished immediately, but was succeeded by a strong smell of burning oil and heated metal.Someone in the next room had lit a dark-lantern. I heard a gentle sound of movement,and then all was silent once more, though the smell grew stronger.For half an hour I sat with straining ears.Then suddenly another sound became audible—a very gentle, soothing sound,like that of a small jet of steam escaping continually from a kettle. The instant that we heard it,Holmes sprang from the bed, struck a match, and lashed furiously with his cane at the bell-pull.
“You see it, Watson?” he yelled. “You see it?”
But I saw nothing. At the moment when Holmes struck the light I heard a low, clear whistle,but the sudden glare flashing into my weary eyes made it impossible for me to tell what it was at which my friend lashed so savagely.I could, however, see that his face was deadly pale and filled with horror and loathing.He had ceased to strike and was gazing up at the ventilator when suddenly there broke from the silence of the night the most horrible cry to which I have ever listened. It swelled up louder and louder, a hoarse yell of pain and fear and anger all mingled in the one dreadful shriek. They say that away down in the village, and even in the distant parsonage, that cry raised the sleepers from their beds. It struck cold to our hearts, and I stood gazing at Holmes, and he at me, until the last echoes of it had died away into the silence from which it rose.
“What can it mean?” I gasped.
“It means that it is all over,” Holmes answered. “And perhaps, after all, it is for the best.Take your pistol, and we will enter Dr. Roylott’s room.”
With a grave face he lit the lamp and led the way down the corridor.Twice he struck at the chamber door without any reply from within.Then he turned the handle and entered, I at his heels, with the cocked pistol in my hand.
It was a singular sight which met our eyes.On the table stood a dark-lantern with the shutter half open,throwing a brilliant beam of light upon the iron safe, the door of which was ajar.Beside this table, on the wooden chair, sat Dr. Grimesby Roylott clad in a long grey dressing-gown,his bare ankles protruding beneath, and his feet thrust into red heelless Turkish slippers.Across his lap lay the short stock with the long lash which we had noticed during the day.His chin was cocked upward and his eyes were fixed in a dreadful,rigid stare at the corner of the ceiling. Round his brow he had a peculiar yellow band,with brownish speckles, which seemed to be bound tightly round his head.As we entered he made neither sound nor motion.
“The band!the speckled band!” whispered Holmes.
I took a step forward. In an instant his strange headgear began to move,and there reared itself from among his hair the squat diamond-shaped head and puffed neck of a loathsome serpent.
“It is a swamp adder!” cried Holmes; “the deadliest snake in India. He has died within ten seconds of being bitten.Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent,and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.Let us thrust this creature back into its den,and we can then remove Miss Stoner to some place of shelter and let the county police know what has happened. ”
As he spoke he drew the dog-whip swiftly from the dead man’s lap,and throwing the noose round the reptile’s neck he drew it from its horrid perch and,carrying it at arm’s length, threw it into the iron safe, which he closed upon it.
Such are the true facts of the death of Dr. Grimesby Roylott, of Stoke Moran.It is not necessary that I should prolong a narrative which has already run to too great a length by telling how we broke the sad news to the terrified girl,how we conveyed her by the morning train to the care of her good aunt at Harrow,of how the slow process of official inquiry came to the conclusion that the doctor met his fate while indiscreetly playing with a dangerous pet.The little which I had yet to learn of the case was told me by Sherlock Holmes as we travelled back next day.
“I had,” said he, “come to an entirely erroneous conclusion which shows, my dear Watson,how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data. The presence of the gipsies,and the use of the word ‘band,’ which was used by the poor girl, no doubt,to explain the appearance which she had caught a hurried glimpse of by the light of her match,were sufficient to put me upon an entirely wrong scent.I can only claim the merit that I instantly reconsidered my position when, however,it became clear to me that whatever danger threatened an occupant of the room could not come either from the window or the door.My attention was speedily drawn, as I have already remarked to you, to this ventilator,and to the bell-rope which hung down to the bed. The discovery that this was a dummy,and that the bed was clamped to the floor,instantly gave rise to the suspicion that the rope was there as a bridge for something passing through the hole and coming to the bed.The idea of a snake instantly occurred to me,and when I coupled it with my knowledge that the doctor was furnished with a supply of creatures from India,I felt that I was probably on the right track.The idea of using a form of poison which could not possibly be discovered by any chemical test was just such a one as would occur to a clever and ruthless man who had had an Eastern training. The rapidity with which such a poison would take effect would also, from his point of view, be an advantage. It would be a sharp-eyed coroner, indeed, who could distinguish the two little dark punctures which would show where the poison fangs had done their work. Then I thought of the whistle. Of course he must recall the snake before the morning light revealed it to the victim. He had trained it, probably by the use of the milk which we saw, to return to him when summoned. He would put it through this ventilator at the hour that he thought best, with the certainty that it would crawl down the rope and land on the bed. It might or might not bite the occupant, perhaps she might escape every night for a week, but sooner or later she must fall a victim.
“I had come to these conclusions before ever I had entered his room.An inspection of his chair showed me that he had been in the habit of standing on it,which of course would be necessary in order that he should reach the ventilator.The sight of the safe, the saucer of milk,and the loop of whipcord were enough to finally dispel any doubts which may have remained.The metallic clang heard by Miss Stoner was obviously caused by her stepfather hastily closing the door of his safe upon its terrible occupant.Having once made up my mind, you know the steps which I took in order to put the matter to the proof.I heard the creature hiss as I have no doubt that you did also,and I instantly lit the light and attacked it.”
“With the result of driving it through the ventilator.”
“And also with the result of causing it to turn upon its master at the other side.Some of the blows of my cane came home and roused its snakish temper,so that it flew upon the first person it saw.In this way I am no doubt indirectly responsible for Dr. Grimesby Roylott’s death,and I cannot say that it is likely to weigh very heavily upon my conscience.”
IX. THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENGINEER’S THUMB
Of all the problems which have been submitted to my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,for solution during the years of our intimacy,there were only two which I was the means of introducing to his notice—that of Mr.Hatherley’s thumb, and that of Colonel Warburton’s madness.Of these the latter may have afforded a finer field for an acute and original observer,but the other was so strange in its inception and so dramatic in its details that it may be the more worthy of being placed upon record,even if it gave my friend fewer openings for those deductive methods of reasoning by which he achieved such remarkable results.The story has, I believe, been told more than once in the newspapers, but,like all such narratives, its effect is much less striking when set forth _en bloc_ in a single half-column of print than when the facts slowly evolve before your own eyes, and the mystery clears gradually away as each new discovery furnishes a step which leads on to the complete truth. At the time the circumstances made a deep impression upon me, and the lapse of two years has hardly served to weaken the effect.
It was in the summer of ’89, not long after my marriage,that the events occurred which I am now about to summarise.I had returned to civil practice and had finally abandoned Holmes in his Baker Street rooms,although I continually visited him and occasionally even persuaded him to forgo his Bohemian habits so far as to come and visit us.My practice had steadily increased, and as I happened to live at no very great distance from Paddington Station,I got a few patients from among the officials. One of these,whom I had cured of a painful and lingering disease,was never weary of advertising my virtues and of endeavouring to send me on every sufferer over whom he might have any influence.
One morning, at a little before seven o’clock,I was awakened by the maid tapping at the door to announce that two men had come from Paddington and were waiting in the consulting-room.I dressed hurriedly, for I knew by experience that railway cases were seldom trivial,and hastened downstairs. As I descended, my old ally, the guard,came out of the room and closed the door tightly behind him.
“I’ve got him here,” he whispered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder; “he’s all right.”
“What is it, then?” I asked, for his manner suggested that it was some strange creature which he had caged up in my room.
“It’s a new patient,” he whispered. “I thought I’d bring him round myself;then he couldn’t slip away. There he is, all safe and sound. I must go now, Doctor;I have my dooties, just the same as you.” And off he went, this trusty tout,without even giving me time to thank him.
I entered my consulting-room and found a gentleman seated by the table.He was quietly dressed in a suit of heather tweed with a soft cloth cap which he had laid down upon my books.Round one of his hands he had a handkerchief wrapped, which was mottled all over with bloodstains.He was young, not more than five-and-twenty, I should say, with a strong, masculine face;but he was exceedingly pale and gave me the impression of a man who was suffering from some strong agitation,which it took all his strength of mind to control.
“I am sorry to knock you up so early, Doctor,” said he,“but I have had a very serious accident during the night. I came in by train this morning,and on inquiring at Paddington as to where I might find a doctor,a worthy fellow very kindly escorted me here. I gave the maid a card,but I see that she has left it upon the side-table.”
I took it up and glanced at it. “Mr. Victor Hatherley, hydraulic engineer, 16A,Victoria Street (3rd floor).” That was the name, style, and abode of my morning visitor.“I regret that I have kept you waiting,” said I, sitting down in my library-chair.“You are fresh from a night journey, I understand, which is in itself a monotonous occupation.”
“Oh, my night could not be called monotonous,” said he, and laughed. He laughed very heartily,with a high, ringing note, leaning back in his chair and shaking his sides.All my medical instincts rose up against that laugh.
“Stop it!” I cried; “pull yourself together!” and I poured out some water from a caraffe.
It was useless, however. He was off in one of those hysterical outbursts which come upon a strong nature when some great crisis is over and gone.Presently he came to himself once more, very weary and pale-looking.
“I have been making a fool of myself,” he gasped.
“Not at all. Drink this.” I dashed some brandy into the water,and the colour began to come back to his bloodless cheeks.
“That’s better!” said he. “And now, Doctor, perhaps you would kindly attend to my thumb,or rather to the place where my thumb used to be.”
He unwound the handkerchief and held out his hand.It gave even my hardened nerves a shudder to look at it.There were four protruding fingers and a horrid red,spongy surface where the thumb should have been.It had been hacked or torn right out from the roots.
“Good heavens!” I cried, “this is a terrible injury. It must have bled considerably.”
“Yes, it did. I fainted when it was done,and I think that I must have been senseless for a long time.When I came to I found that it was still bleeding,so I tied one end of my handkerchief very tightly round the wrist and braced it up with a twig.”
“Excellent!You should have been a surgeon.”
“It is a question of hydraulics, you see, and came within my own province.”
“This has been done,” said I, examining the wound, “by a very heavy and sharp instrument.”
“A thing like a cleaver,” said he.
“An accident, I presume?”
“By no means.”
“What!a murderous attack?”
“Very murderous indeed.”
“You horrify me.”
I sponged the wound, cleaned it, dressed it,and finally covered it over with cotton wadding and carbolised bandages.He lay back without wincing, though he bit his lip from time to time.
“How is that?” I asked when I had finished.
“Capital!Between your brandy and your bandage, I feel a new man. I was very weak,but I have had a good deal to go through.”
“Perhaps you had better not speak of the matter. It is evidently trying to your nerves.”
“Oh, no, not now. I shall have to tell my tale to the police; but, between ourselves,if it were not for the convincing evidence of this wound of mine,I should be surprised if they believed my statement, for it is a very extraordinary one,and I have not much in the way of proof with which to back it up; and, even if they believe me,the clues which I can give them are so vague that it is a question whether justice will be done.”
“Ha!” cried I, “if it is anything in the nature of a problem which you desire to see solved,I should strongly recommend you to come to my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, before you go to the official police.”
“Oh, I have heard of that fellow,” answered my visitor,“and I should be very glad if he would take the matter up,though of course I must use the official police as well. Would you give me an introduction to him?”
“I’ll do better. I’ll take you round to him myself.”
“I should be immensely obliged to you.”
“We’ll call a cab and go together. We shall just be in time to have a little breakfast with him. Do you feel equal to it?”
“Yes; I shall not feel easy until I have told my story.”
“Then my servant will call a cab, and I shall be with you in an instant.” I rushed upstairs,explained the matter shortly to my wife, and in five minutes was inside a hansom,driving with my new acquaintance to Baker Street.
Sherlock Holmes was, as I expected, lounging about his sitting-room in his dressing-gown,reading the agony column of _The Times_ and smoking his before-breakfast pipe,which was composed of all the plugs and dottles left from his smokes of the day before,all carefully dried and collected on the corner of the mantelpiece.He received us in his quietly genial fashion, ordered fresh rashers and eggs,and joined us in a hearty meal. When it was concluded he settled our new acquaintance upon the sofa,placed a pillow beneath his head, and laid a glass of brandy and water within his reach.
“It is easy to see that your experience has been no common one, Mr. Hatherley,” said he. “Pray,lie down there and make yourself absolutely at home. Tell us what you can,but stop when you are tired and keep up your strength with a little stimulant.”
“Thank you,” said my patient, “but I have felt another man since the doctor bandaged me,and I think that your breakfast has completed the cure.I shall take up as little of your valuable time as possible,so I shall start at once upon my peculiar experiences.”
Holmes sat in his big armchair with the weary,heavy-lidded expression which veiled his keen and eager nature, while I sat opposite to him,and we listened in silence to the strange story which our visitor detailed to us.
“You must know,” said he, “that I am an orphan and a bachelor, residing alone in lodgings in London.By profession I am a hydraulic engineer,and I have had considerable experience of my work during the seven years that I was apprenticed to Venner & Matheson,the well-known firm, of Greenwich. Two years ago, having served my time,and having also come into a fair sum of money through my poor father’s death,I determined to start in business for myself and took professional chambers in Victoria Street.
“I suppose that everyone finds his first independent start in business a dreary experience.To me it has been exceptionally so. During two years I have had three consultations and one small job,and that is absolutely all that my profession has brought me.My gross takings amount to £ 27 10_s_. Every day,from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon, I waited in my little den,until at last my heart began to sink, and I came to believe that I should never have any practice at all.
“Yesterday, however, just as I was thinking of leaving the office,my clerk entered to say there was a gentleman waiting who wished to see me upon business.He brought up a card, too, with the name of ‘Colonel Lysander Stark’ engraved upon it.Close at his heels came the colonel himself, a man rather over the middle size,but of an exceeding thinness. I do not think that I have ever seen so thin a man.His whole face sharpened away into nose and chin,and the skin of his cheeks was drawn quite tense over his outstanding bones.Yet this emaciation seemed to be his natural habit, and due to no disease, for his eye was bright,his step brisk, and his bearing assured. He was plainly but neatly dressed, and his age,I should judge, would be nearer forty than thirty.
“‘Mr. Hatherley?’ said he, with something of a German accent. ‘You have been recommended to me, Mr. Hatherley,as being a man who is not only proficient in his profession but is also discreet and capable of preserving a secret. ’
“I bowed, feeling as flattered as any young man would at such an address.‘May I ask who it was who gave me so good a character?’
“‘Well, perhaps it is better that I should not tell you that just at this moment.I have it from the same source that you are both an orphan and a bachelor and are residing alone in London. ’
“‘That is quite correct,’ I answered; ‘but you will excuse me if I say that I cannot see how all this bears upon my professional qualifications.I understand that it was on a professional matter that you wished to speak to me?’
“‘Undoubtedly so. But you will find that all I say is really to the point.I have a professional commission for you, but absolute secrecy is quite essential—absolute secrecy,you understand, and of course we may expect that more from a man who is alone than from one who lives in the bosom of his family. ’
“‘If I promise to keep a secret,’ said I, ‘you may absolutely depend upon my doing so.’
“He looked very hard at me as I spoke, and it seemed to me that I had never seen so suspicious and questioning an eye.
“‘Do you promise, then?’ said he at last.
“‘Yes, I promise.’
“‘Absolute and complete silence before, during, and after?No reference to the matter at all, either in word or writing?’
“‘I have already given you my word.’
“‘Very good.’ He suddenly sprang up, and darting like lightning across the room he flung open the door. The passage outside was empty.
“‘That’s all right,’ said he, coming back.‘I know that clerks are sometimes curious as to their master’s affairs. Now we can talk in safety.’ He drew up his chair very close to mine and began to stare at me again with the same questioning and thoughtful look.
“A feeling of repulsion, and of something akin to fear had begun to rise within me at the strange antics of this fleshless man.Even my dread of losing a client could not restrain me from showing my impatience.
“‘I beg that you will state your business, sir,’ said I; ‘my time is of value.’ Heaven forgive me for that last sentence, but the words came to my lips.
“‘How would fifty guineas for a night’s work suit you?’ he asked.
“‘Most admirably.’
“‘I say a night’s work, but an hour’s would be nearer the mark.I simply want your opinion about a hydraulic stamping machine which has got out of gear.If you show us what is wrong we shall soon set it right ourselves.What do you think of such a commission as that?’
“‘The work appears to be light and the pay munificent.’
“‘Precisely so. We shall want you to come to-night by the last train.’
“‘Where to?’
“‘To Eyford, in Berkshire. It is a little place near the borders of Oxfordshire,and within seven miles of Reading. There is a train from Paddington which would bring you there at about 11: 15.’
“‘Very good.’
“‘I shall come down in a carriage to meet you.’
“‘There is a drive, then?’
“‘Yes, our little place is quite out in the country. It is a good seven miles from Eyford Station.’
“‘Then we can hardly get there before midnight. I suppose there would be no chance of a train back.I should be compelled to stop the night.’
“‘Yes, we could easily give you a shake-down.’
“‘That is very awkward. Could I not come at some more convenient hour?’
“‘We have judged it best that you should come late.It is to recompense you for any inconvenience that we are paying to you, a young and unknown man,a fee which would buy an opinion from the very heads of your profession. Still, of course,if you would like to draw out of the business, there is plenty of time to do so.’
“I thought of the fifty guineas, and of how very useful they would be to me. ‘Not at all,’ said I,‘I shall be very happy to accommodate myself to your wishes. I should like, however,to understand a little more clearly what it is that you wish me to do.’
“‘Quite so. It is very natural that the pledge of secrecy which we have exacted from you should have aroused your curiosity.I have no wish to commit you to anything without your having it all laid before you.I suppose that we are absolutely safe from eavesdroppers?’
“‘Entirely.’
“‘Then the matter stands thus. You are probably aware that fuller’s-earth is a valuable product,and that it is only found in one or two places in England?’
“‘I have heard so.’
“‘Some little time ago I bought a small place—a very small place—within ten miles of Reading.I was fortunate enough to discover that there was a deposit of fuller’s-earth in one of my fields.On examining it, however, I found that this deposit was a comparatively small one,and that it formed a link between two very much larger ones upon the right and left—both of them,however, in the grounds of my neighbours.These good people were absolutely ignorant that their land contained that which was quite as valuable as a gold-mine.Naturally, it was to my interest to buy their land before they discovered its true value,but unfortunately I had no capital by which I could do this.I took a few of my friends into the secret, however,and they suggested that we should quietly and secretly work our own little deposit and that in this way we should earn the money which would enable us to buy the neighbouring fields. This we have now been doing for some time, and in order to help us in our operations we erected a hydraulic press. This press, as I have already explained, has got out of order, and we wish your advice upon the subject. We guard our secret very jealously, however, and if it once became known that we had hydraulic engineers coming to our little house, it would soon rouse inquiry, and then, if the facts came out, it would be good-bye to any chance of getting these fields and carrying out our plans. That is why I have made you promise me that you will not tell a human being that you are going to Eyford to-night. I hope that I make it all plain?’
“‘I quite follow you,’ said I. ‘The only point which I could not quite understand was what use you could make of a hydraulic press in excavating fuller’s-earth,which, as I understand, is dug out like gravel from a pit.’
“‘Ah!’ said he carelessly, ‘we have our own process. We compress the earth into bricks,so as to remove them without revealing what they are. But that is a mere detail.I have taken you fully into my confidence now, Mr. Hatherley, and I have shown you how I trust you.’ He rose as he spoke. ‘I shall expect you, then, at Eyford at 11:15.’
“‘I shall certainly be there.’
“‘And not a word to a soul.’ He looked at me with a last long, questioning gaze, and then,pressing my hand in a cold, dank grasp, he hurried from the room.
“Well, when I came to think it all over in cool blood I was very much astonished,as you may both think, at this sudden commission which had been intrusted to me. On the one hand,of course, I was glad, for the fee was at least tenfold what I should have asked had I set a price upon my own services,and it was possible that this order might lead to other ones. On the other hand,the face and manner of my patron had made an unpleasant impression upon me,and I could not think that his explanation of the fuller’s-earth was sufficient to explain the necessity for my coming at midnight,and his extreme anxiety lest I should tell anyone of my errand. However,I threw all fears to the winds, ate a hearty supper, drove to Paddington, and started off,having obeyed to the letter the injunction as to holding my tongue.