Greenfield Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 25 April 1895 — Page 2

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CLEVELAND and his coterie talked and spoke and wrote reform, reform, reform for years until a sufficient number of people were deceived into electing him President. They have, however, an ample sufficiency of his kind of reform, and reform howlers who do not submit plans and specifications of what they aie going to reform, will not find much fa"\or. Just now Cleveland is talking about "honest money," "safe currency," and the country is getting a ta&te of his single gold standard policy and like his reform, a little of it will go a long ways. Of course evory body is in favor of honest money aivl CleA'eland platitudes will deceive no one. This country will be hurt worse if his gold standai ideas were carried out than they have been by his tariff reform. The people have called a halt, however, and propose to restore silver to its proper place.

THE Chicago Inter Ocean had a cartoon Thursday that illustrates the political situation financially very nicely. It is called "Beating the Tom-Tom to Drown His Victim,s Cries," the tom-tom being labeled monometallism, and the two sticks with which Mr. Cleveland, sitting squat on the ground, is beating the tom-tom are both of gold. In the background is poor Unole Sam, tied to an old stump and being kicked to death by a jackass, branded "Cleveland ism." One would think from the expression on the face of this chief of the cannibl islands that everything depends upon his success in drowning his victim's cries.

He desires to call the attention of the country away from our industrial depression and business paralysis brought on very largely by the Democratic tariff tinkering. Cleveland can beat his tomtoms with gold sticks until he knocks the head in, but the American people are in favor of bimetallism. Silver should be one of the standards of values, and with the increased base the value of labor and its products will be increased and result in the greatest good to the greatest number. The Republican party is for protection and bimetallism, and Cleveland and his followers can not delude the people with English free trade and the English gold standard. Why not stand up for America and her interests. A Pleasant Reception at tlie M. E.Churcli.

The reception at the Methodist church last night was a pleasant affair. At eight o'clock a large audience hud assembled and each one as they come was introduced to the new minister and his wife, after which the reception speech on the part of the part of the church was giAen by Mayor Geo. W. Duncan and was responded to by Mr. Nathercut, in a very pleasing manner. He out lined to some extent the character of his preaching the coming year. The church feel like congratulating themselves for the choice the conference made tor them. Mr. Rhoadarmer gave a very interesting paper in behalf of the Senior League, and Bessie Walker welcomed the new minister on the part of th9 Junior League. Katie Marshall, Pearl Walker and Miss Garris gave recitations and Lula Cnrry sang a very pretty song. The evening throughout was interespersed with music and after the literary program was over the rest of the evening was spent in a social way getting acquainted with each other. The evening was spent pleasantly and profitably to all.

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IUOK ir up Denween iny linger ana thumb. It camo away from the skin so readily that hardly any mark was left behind. Ouo tiny speck of blood showed where the puncturo had been. "This is all an insoluble mystery to me," said I. "It grows darker instead of clcarer." "On tho contrary," he answered, "it clcars every instant. I only require a few missing links to have an entirely connected case."

We had almost forgotten our companion's presence since we entered the chamber. He was still standing in the doorway, the very picturc of terror, wringing his hands and moaning to himself. Suddenly, however, he broke out into a sharp, querulous cry. "The treasure is gone," he said. "They have robbed him of the treasure. There is the hole through which we lowered it. I helped him to do it. I was the last person who saw him. I left him here last night, and I heard him lock the door as I came down stairs." "What time was that?" "It Cvas 10 o'clock. And now he is dead, and tho police will be called in, and I shall bo suspected of having had a hand in it. Oh, yes, I am sure I shall. But you don't think so, gentlemen? Surely you don't think tha't it was I? Is it likely that I would have brought you here if it were I? Oh, dear oh, dear! I know I 6hallgomad." Ho jerked his arms and stamped his feet in a kind of convulsive frenzy. "You have no reason for fear, Mr. Sholto," said Holmes kindly, putting his hand upon his shoulder. "Takemy advice and drive down to tho station to report the matter to the polico. Offer to assist them in every way. Wo shall wait here until your return." The little man obeyed in a half stupefied fashion, and we heard him stumbling down the stairs in the dark.

CHAPTER VI.

"Now, Watson," said Holmes, rubbing his hands, "we have half an hour to ourselves. Let us make good use of it. My case is, as I have told you, almost complete, but we must not err on the side of overconfidence. Simple as tho case seems now, there may bo something deeper underlying it." "Simple!" I ejaculated. "Surely," said he, with something of the air of a clinical professor expounding to his classs. "Just sit in the corner there, that your footprints may not complicate matters. Now to work. In tho first place, how did tlieso folks come, and how did they go? The door has not been opened sinco last night. How of the window?" He carried tho lamp across to it, muttering his observations aloud the while, but addressing them to himself rather than to me. "Window is snibbed on the inner side. Framework is solid. No hinges at tho side. Let us open it. No water pipe near. Roof quite out of reach. Yet a man has mounted by tho window. It rained a little last night. Hero is tho print of a foot in mold upon the sill. And hero is a circular muddy mark, and here again upon tho floor, and hero again by the table. See here, Watson. This is really a very pretty demonstration."

I looked at tho round, well defined muddy disks. "This is not a footmark," said I. "It is something much more valuable to us. It is tho impression of a wooden stump. You sco here on tho sill is the boot mark—a heavy boot, with a broad, metal heel—and beside it is the mark of the timber toe." "It is the wooden legged man." "Quite so. But there has been some one else—a very ablo and efficient ally. Could you scale that wall, doctor?"

I looked out of the open window. The moon still shono brightly on that angle of the house. Wo were a good 60 feet from the ground, and look where I would I could see no foothold nor as much as a crevico in the brickwork. "It is absolutely impossible," I answered. "Without aid it is so. But suppose you had a friend up here who lowered you this good stout ropo which I see in the corner, securing one end of it to this great hook in the wall. Then, I think, if you were an active man, you might swarm up, wooden leg and all. You would depart, of course, in the 6ame fashion, and your ally would draw up the rope, untie it from the hook, shut the window, snib it on the inside and get away in the way that he originally came. As a minor point it may be noted," he continued, fingering the rope, "that our wooden legged friend, though a fair climber, was not a professional 6ailor. His hands were far from horny. My lens discloses more than one blood mark, especially toward the end of the rope, from which I gather that he slipped down with such velooity that he took the skin off his hands." "This is all very well," said I, "but the thing becomes more unintelligible than ever. How about this mysterious ally? How came he into the room?" "Yes, the ally," repeated Holmes pensively. "There are features of Interest about this ally. He lifts the case from the regions of the commonplace. I fancy that this ally breaks fresh ground in the annals of crime in this country, though parallel cases suggest themselves from India, and, if my memory serves me, from Senegambia." "How camo he then?" I reiterated. "The door is locked, the window is inaccessible. Was it through the chimney?" "The grate is much too small," he answered. "I had already considered that

possibility." "How then?" I persisted. "You will not apply my precept," he said, shaking his bead. "How often have I said to you thai when you have eliminated tho impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must bo the truth? \Vi» th'^ l»w not til •unit .?*W

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the door, the window or the chimncy. We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible. Whence, then, did he come?" "He came through the hole in the roof," I cried. "Of course he did. He must have done so. If you will have tho kindness to hold the lamp for me, we shall now extend our researches to the room above—the secret room in which the treasure was found."

He mounted the steps, and seizing a rafter with either hand he swung himself up into tho garret. Then, lying on his face, he readied down for the lamp and held it vrhile I followed him.

Tho chambor in which we found ourEelves was about ten feet one way and six the other. The floor wa3 formed by rafters, with thin lath and plaster between, so that in walking ono had to step from beam to beam. The roof ran to an apex and was evidently the inner shell of tho true roof of the house. There was no furniture of any sort, and the accumulated dust of years lay thick upon tho floor. "Hero you are, you see," said Sherlock Holmes, putting his hand against the Eloping wail. "This is a trapdoor which leads out onto the roof. I can press it back, and hero is the roof itself, sloping at a gentle angle. This, then, is the way by which No. 1 entered. Let us sco if wo can find some other traces of his individuality."

He held down the lamp to thefloor, and as he did so I saw for the second time that night a startled, surprised look come over his face. For myself, as I followed his gaze my skin was cold under my clothes. The floor, was covered thickly with the prints of a naked foot—clear, well defined, perfectly formed, but scarce half the size of those of an ordinary man. "Holmes," I said in awhispor, "a child has dono this horrid thing." .ne nau rccoverea nis sen possession an instant. "I was staggered for tho moment," he said, "but tho thing is quite natural. My memory failed me, or I should havo been able to foretell it. There is nothing more to bo learned here. Let us go down." "What is your theory, then, as to those footmarks?" I asked eagerly when we had regained tho lower room onco more. "My dear Watson, try a little analysis yourself," said he, with a touch of impatience. "You know my methods. Apply them, and it will bo instructive to compare results." "I cannot conceive anything which will cover tho facts," I answered. "It will be clear enough to you soon," he said in an offhand way. "I think that there is nothing else of importance here, but I will look." Ho whipped out his lens and a tape measure and hurried about tho room on his knees, measuring, comparing, examining, with his long, thin nose only a few inches from tho planks and his beady eyes gleaming and deep set like thoso of a bird. So swift, silent and furtive were his movements, like those of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent, that I could not but think what a terrible criminal he would have made had ho turned his energy and sagacity against tho law instead of exerting them in its defense. As ho hunted about he kept muttering to himself, and finally he broko out into a loud crow of delight. "Wo are certainly in luck," said he. "Wo ought to have very little trouble now. No. 1 has had tho misfortune to tread in the creosote. You can sco tho outline of the edge of his small foot hero at tho side of this evil smelling mess. Tho carboy has been cracked, you sec, and tho stuff has leaked out." "What then?" I asked. "Why, wo havo got him, that's all," said he. "I know a dog that would follow that scent to the world's end. If a pack can track a trailed herring across a shire, how far can a specially trained hound follow so pungent a smell as this? It sounds like a sum in the rulo of three. The answer should givo us the— But, haUo! Here aro the accredited representatives of the law."

Heavy steps and tho clamor of loud voiccs wero audiblo from below, and the hall door shut with a loud crash "Boforo they come," said Holmes, "just put your hand here on this poor fellow's arm and here on his leg. What do you feel?"

The muscles are as hard as aboard," I answered. "Quite so. They are in a state of extreme contraction, far exceeding the usual rigor mortis. Coupled with this distortion of the face, this Hippocratic smile, or 'risus sardonic us,' as the old writers called it, what conclusion would it suggest to your mind?" "Death from some powerful vegetable alkaloid," I answered. "Some strychninelike substance which would produce tetanus." "That was tho idea which occurred to me the instant I saw tho drawn muscles of the face. On getting into the room I at once looked for tho means by which the poison had entered the system. As you saw, I discovered a thorn which had been driven or shot with no great force into the scalp. You observe that the part stfcick was that which would be turned toward the hole in the ceiling if the man were erect in his chair. Now, examine this thorn."

I took it up gingorly and held it in the light of the lantern. It was long, sharp and black, with a glazed look near the

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oint, as though some gummy substance dried upon it. The blunt end had been trimmed and rounded off with a knife. "Is that an English thorn?" ho asked. "No, it certainly is not." "With all these data you should be able to draw some just inference. But here are the regulars, so the auxiliary forces may beat a retreat."

As he spoke the steps, which had been coming nearer, sounded loudly on the passage, and a very stout, portly man in a gray suit strode heavily into the room. He was red faced, burly and plethoric, with a pair of very small twinkling eyes, which looked keenly out from between swollen and puffy pouches. He was closely followed by an inspector in uniform and by the still palpitating Thaddeus Sholto. "Here's a business," he cried in a muffled, husky voice. "Here's a pretty business. But who are all these? Why, the house seems to be as full as a rabbit warren. "I think you must recollect me, Mr. Atbelney Jones," said Holmes quietly. "Why, of course I do," he wheezed. "It's Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the theorist. Remember you? I'll never forget how you lectured us all on causcs and inferences and effects in the Bishopgate jewel case. It's true you set us on the right track, but you'll own now that it was more by good luck than good guidance." "It was apiece of very simple reasoning. "Oh, come, now, come.- Never be ashamed to own up. But what la o'l this?

isaa Dusmess, Daa ousinessi fetern race here—no room for theories. How lucky that I happened to be out at Norwood over another case! I was at the station when a message arrived. What d'you think the man died of?" "Oh, this is hardly a case for me to theorize over," said Holmes dryly. "No, no. Still we can't deny that you hit the nail on tho head sometimes. Dear me! Door locked, I understand. Jewels worth half a million missing. How was the window?" "Fastened, but there are steps on the sill." "Well, well, if it was fastened, the steps could have nothing to do with the matter. That's common sense. Man might have died in a fit, but then tho jewels aro missing. Ha, I have a theory! These flashes come upon me at times. Just step outside, sergeant, and you, Mr. Sholto. Your friend can remain. What do you think of this, Holmes? Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off with tho treasure. How's that?" "On which the dead man very considerately gofrup and locked the door on tho inside." "Hum! There's a flaw there. Let us apply common sense to the matter. This Thaddeus Sholto was with his brother. There was a quarrel. So much wo know. The brother is dead, and the jewels are gone. So much also we know. No one saw the brother from the time Thaddeus left him. His bed has not been slept in. Thaddeus is evidently in a most disturbed state of mind. His appearance is—well, not attractive. You see that I am weaving my web round Thaddeus. Tho net begins to close upon him."

You aro not quite in possession of tho facts yet," said Holmes. "This splinter of wood, which I have every reason to believe to be poisoned, was in the man's scaip wnere you still see tne maris. Tills card, inscribed as you see it, was on the table, and beside it lay this rather curious stone headed instrument. How docs all that fit into your theory?" "Confirms it in every respect," said the fat detective pompously. "House is full of Indian curiosities. Thaddeus brought this up, and if this splinter be poisonous Thaddeus may as well have made the murderous use of it as any other man. The card is some hocus pocus—a blind as like as not. Tho only question is, How did he depart? Ah, of course, here is a hole in the roof." With great activity, considering his bulk, ho sprang up the steps and squeezed through into the garret, and immediately afterward we heard his exulting voice proclaiming that ho had found tho trapdoor. "Ho can find something," remarked Holmes, shrugging his shoulders. "He has occasional glimmerings of reason. II n'y a pas des sots si incommodcs quo ceux qui ont de l'esprifc!" "You see," said Athehicy Jones, reappearing down the sU-ps again. "Facts aro better than mcro theories, after all. My view of tho case in confirmed. Tlioro is a trapdoor communicating with tho roof, and it is partiy open." "It was I who opened it." "Oh, indeed. You did notice it, then?" He seemed a little crestfallen at tho discovery. "Well, whoever noticed it, it shows how our gentleman got away. Inspector." "Yes, sir," from tho passago. "Ask Mr. Sholto to step this way. Mr. Sholto, it is my duty to inform you that anything which you may say will bo used against you. I arrest you in the queen's name as being concerned in the death of your brother." "There, nowl Didn't I tell you?" cried the poor little man, throwing out his hands and looking from one to the other of us. "Don't trouble yourself about it, Mr. Sholto," said Holmes. "I think that I can engage to clear you of tho charge." "Don't promise too much, Mr. Theorist. Don't promise too much," snapped the detective. "You may find it a harder matter than you think." "Not only will I clear him, Mr. Jones, but I will make you a frco present of tho name and description of' one of tho two people wlio were in this room last night. His name, I have every reason to believe, is Jonathan Small. IIo is a poorly educated man, small, active, with his right leg off and wearing a wooden stump which is worn away upon tho inner sido. His left boot has a coarso, square toed sole, with an iron band round tho heel. Hois a middle aged man, much sunburned, and has been a convict. These few indications may be of somo assistance to you, coupled with the fact that there is a good deal of skin missing from the palm of his hand. The other man"— "Ah, the other man?" asked Atliclncy Jones in a sneering voice, but impressed none tho less, as I could easily see, by the precision of the other's manner. "Is a rather curious person," said Sherlock Holmes, turning upon his heel. "I hope before very long to be able to introduce you to a pair of them. A word with you, Watson."

He led me out to the head of the stairs. "This unexpected occurrence," he said, "has caused us rather to lose sight of the original purpose of our journey." "I have just been thinking so," I answered. It is not right that Miss Morstan should remain in A is stricken house." "No you must escort her home. She lives with Mrs. Cecil Forrester, in Lower Camberwell, so it is not very far. I will wait for you here if you will drive out again, or perhaps you are too tired?" "By no means. I don't think I could rest until I know more of this fantastic business. I have seen something of the

rough sido of life, but I give you my word that this quick succession of strange surprises tonight has shaken my nerve completely. I should like, however, to see the matter through with you, now that 1 have got so far." "Your presence will be of great service to me," ho answered. "We shall work the case out independently and leave this fellow Jones to exult over any mare's nest which he may choose to construct. When you have draped Miss Morstan, I wish you to goon te 8 Pinchin lane, down near the water's edge, at Lambeth. The third house on the right hand sido is a bird staffer's. Sherman is the name. You will see a weasel holding a young rabbit in the window. Knock old Sherman up and tell him, with my compliments, that I want Toby at once. You will bring Toby back in the cab with you." "A dog, I suppose." "Yes, a queer mongrel, with a most amazing power of scent. I would rather have Toby's help than that of the whole detective force of London." "I shall bring him, then," said I. "It is 1 now. I ought to be back before 8 if I can act afresh horse."

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