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һekƽַ̨:a g 9 559 v i p<"Nearly ten weeks ago-to be more accurate, on the twenty-third ofMay-he called me into his private room, and, after complimenting me onthe good work which I had done, he informed me that he had a newcommission of trust for me to execute.As I waited, I lifted the unopened newspaper from the tableand glanced my eye over it. It rested upon a heading which sent achill to my heart.

"I am not clear yet what you want me to do in this matter, Mr.Mason," he said at last. "Can't you make it more definite?""Perhaps this will make it more definite, Mr. Holmes," said ourvisitor.

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"Well, I thought as you do," said Lestrade. "On the other hand, thisMorse Hudson is the purveyor of busts in that part of London, andthese three were the only ones which had been in his shop for years.So, although, as you say, there are many hundreds of statues inLondon, it is very probable that these three were the only ones inthat district. Therefore, a local fanatic would begin with them.What do you think, Dr. Watson?"

"How did the body lie?"

My friend's face grew graver still.

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So for three mornings the mystery remained, so far as I could followit in the papers. If Holmes knew more, he kept his own counsel, but,as he told me that Inspector Lestrade had taken him into him intohis confidence in the case, I knew that he was in close touch withevery development. Upon the fourth day there appeared a longtelegram from Paris which seemed to solve the whole question.A discovery has just been made by the Parisian police [said theDaily Telegraph] which raises the veil which hung round the tragicfate of Mr. Eduardo Lucas, who met his death by violence last Mondaynight at Godolphin Street, Westminster. Our readers will remember thatthe deceased gentleman was found stabbed in his room, and that somesuspicion attached to his valet, but that the case broke down on analibi. Yesterday a lady, who has been known as Mme. Henri Fournaye,occupying a small villa in the Rue Austerlitz, was reported to theauthorities by her servants as being insane. An examination showed shehad indeed developed mania of a dangerous and permanent form. Oninquiry, the police have discovered that Mme. Henri Fournaye onlyreturned from a journey to London on Tuesday last, and there isevidence to connect her with the crime at Westminster. A comparison ofphotographs has proved conclusively that M. Henri Fournaye and EduardoLucas were really one and the same person, and that the deceased hadfor some reason lived a double life in London and Paris. Mme.Fournaye, who is of Creole origin, is of an extremely excitablenature, and has suffered in the past from attacks of jealousy whichhave amounted to frenzy. It is conjectured that it was in one of thesethat she committed the terrible crime which has caused such asensation in London. Her movements upon the Monday night have notyet been traced, but it is undoubted that a woman answering to herdescription attracted much attention at Charing Cross Station onTuesday morning by the wildness of her appearance and the violenceof her gestures. It is probable, therefore, that the crime waseither committed when insane, or that its immediate effect was todrive the unhappy woman out of her mind. At present she is unable togive any coherent account of the past, and the doctors hold out nohopes of the reestablishment of her reason. There is evidence that awoman, who might have been Mme. Fournaye, was seen for some hours uponMonday night watching the house in Godolphin Street.<"I saw it in a paper," explained the American. "It gave the name andthe church but not where the lady lived."

"The board-schools."

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Holmes waved his hand towards some papers on a chair. "I had no ideathat the case was coming my way or I should have had my extractsready," said he. "The fact is that the problem, though exceedinglysensational, appeared to present no difficulty. The interestingpersonality of the accused does not obscure the clearness of theevidence. That was the view taken by the coroner's jury and also inthe police-court proceedings. It is now referred to the Assizes atWinchester. I fear it is a thankless business. I can discover facts,Watson, but I cannot change them. Unless some entirely new andunexpected ones come to light I do not see what my client can hopefor."

"What?"

<"Thank you, Mrs. St. Clair. Those are the principal points aboutwhich I wished to be absolutely clear. We shall now have a littlesupper and then retire, for we may have a very busy day to-morrow."A large and comfortable double-bedded room. had been placed at ourdisposal, and I was quickly between the sheets, for I was wearyafter my night of adventure. Sherlock Holmes was a man, however,who, when he had an unsolved problem upon his mind, would go for days,and even for a week, without rest, turning it over, rearranging hisfacts, looking at it from every point of view until he had eitherfathomed it or convinced himself that his data were insufficient. Itwas soon evident to me that he was now preparing for an all-nightsitting. He took off his coat and waistcoat, put on a large bluedressing-gown, and then wandered about the room collecting pillowsfrom his bed and cushions from the sofa and armchairs. With these heconstructed a sort of Eastern divan, upon which he perched himselfcross-legged, with an ounce of shag tobacco and a box of matcheslaid out in front of him. In the dim light of the lamp I saw himsitting there, an old briar pipe between his lips, his eyes fixedvacantly upon the corner of the ceiling, the blue smoke curling upfrom him, silent, motionless, with the light shining upon hisstrong-set aqualine features. So he sat as I dropped off to sleep,and so he sat when a sudden ejaculation caused me to wake up, and Ifound the summer sun shining into the apartment The pipe was stillbetween his lips, the smoke still curled upward, and the room wasfull of a dense tobacco haze, but nothing remained of the heap ofshag which I had seen upon the previous night."Each time that I saw it I was some distance away from it, so thatit is impossible for me to say."

"Anyone in the room could get out?"

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<"Hardly on the evidence.""Don't break it, Count! Don't break it!"

James McCarthy was acquitted at the Assizes on the strength of anumber of objections which had been drawn out by Holmes andsubmitted to the defending counsel. Old Turner lived for sevenmonths after our interview, but he is now dead; and there is everyprospect that the son and daughter may come to live happily togetherin ignorance of the black cloud which rests upon their past.-THE END-

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