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1"Mrs. St. Clair had fainted at the sight of the blood upon the window, and she was escorted home in a cab by the police,
2as her presence could be of no help to them in their investigations. Inspector Barton, who had charge of the case, made
3a very careful examination of the premises, but without finding anything which threw any light upon the matter. One
4mistake had been made in not arresting Boone instantly, as he was allowed some few minutes during which he might have
5communicated with his friend the Lascar, but this fault was soon remedied, and he was seized and searched, without
6anything being found which could incriminate him. There were, it is true, some blood-stains upon his right shirt-sleeve,
7but he pointed to his ring-finger, which had been cut near the nail, and explained that the bleeding came from there,
8adding that he had been to the window not long before, and that the stains which had been observed there came doubtless
9from the same source. He denied strenuously having ever seen Mr. Neville St. Clair and swore that the presence of the
10clothes in his room was as much a mystery to him as to the police. As to Mrs. St. Clair's assertion that she had
11actually seen her husband at the window, he declared that she must have been either mad or dreaming. He was removed,
12loudly protesting, to the police-station, while the inspector remained upon the premises in the hope that the ebbing
13tide might afford some fresh clue. "And it did, though they hardly found upon the mud-bank what they had feared to find.
14It was Neville St. Clair's coat, and not Neville St. Clair, which lay uncovered as the tide receded. And what do you
15think they found in the pockets?" "I cannot imagine." "No, I don't think you would guess. Every pocket stuffed with
16pennies and half-pennies--421 pennies and 270 half-pennies. It was no wonder that it had not been swept away by the
17tide. But a human body is a different matter. There is a fierce eddy between the wharf and the house. It seemed likely
18enough that the weighted coat had remained when the stripped body had been sucked away into the river." "But I
19understand that all the other clothes were found in the room. Would the body be dressed in a coat alone?" "No, sir, but
20the facts might be met speciously enough. Suppose that this man Boone had thrust Neville St. Clair through the window,
21there is no human eye which could have seen the deed. What would he do then? It would of course instantly strike him
22that he must get rid of the tell-tale garments. He would seize the coat, then, and be in the act of throwing it out,
23when it would occur to him that it would swim and not sink. He has little time, for he has heard the scuffle downstairs
24when the wife tried to force her way up, and perhaps he has already heard from his Lascar confederate that the police
25are hurrying up the street. There is not an instant to be lost. He rushes to some secret hoard, where he has accumulated
26the fruits of his beggary, and he stuffs all the coins upon which he can lay his hands into the pockets to make sure of
27the coat's sinking. He throws it out, and would have done the same with the other garments had not he heard the rush of
28steps below, and only just had time to close the window when the police appeared." "It certainly sounds feasible."
29"Well, we will take it as a working hypothesis for want of a better. Boone, as I have told you, was arrested and taken
30to the station, but it could not be shown that there had ever before been anything against him. He had for years been
31known as a professional beggar, but his life appeared to have been a very quiet and innocent one. There the matter
32stands at present, and the questions which have to be solved--what Neville St. Clair was doing in the opium den, what
33happened to him when there, where is he now, and what Hugh Boone had to do with his disappearance--are all as far from a
34solution as ever. I confess that I cannot recall any case within my experience which looked at the first glance so
35simple and yet which presented such difficulties." While Sherlock Holmes had been detailing this singular series of
36events, we had been whirling through the outskirts of the great town until the last straggling houses had been left
37behind, and we rattled along with a country hedge upon either side of us. Just as he finished, however, we drove through
38two scattered villages, where a few lights still glimmered in the windows. "We are on the outskirts of Lee," said my
39companion. "We have touched on three English counties in our short drive, starting in Middlesex, passing over an angle
40of Surrey, and ending in Kent. See that light among the trees? That is The Cedars, and beside that lamp sits a woman
41whose anxious ears have already, I have little doubt, caught the clink of our horse's feet." "But why are you not
42conducting the case from Baker Street?" I asked. "Because there are many inquiries which must be made out here. Mrs. St.
43Clair has most kindly put two rooms at my disposal, and you may rest assured that she will have nothing but a welcome
44for my friend and colleague. I hate to meet her, Watson, when I have no news of her husband. Here we are. Whoa, there,
45whoa!" We had pulled up in front of a large villa which stood within its own grounds. A stable-boy had run out to the
46horse's head, and springing down, I followed Holmes up the small, winding gravel-drive which led to the house. As we
47approached, the door flew open, and a little blonde woman stood in the opening, clad in some sort of light mousseline de
48soie, with a touch of fluffy pink chiffon at her neck and wrists. She stood with her figure outlined against the flood
49of light, one hand upon the door, one half-raised in her eagerness, her body slightly bent, her head and face protruded,
50with eager eyes and parted lips, a standing question. "Well?" she cried, "well?" And then, seeing that there were two of
51us, she gave a cry of hope which sank into a groan as she saw that my companion shook his head and shrugged his
52shoulders. "No good news?" "None." "No bad?" "No." "Thank God for that. But come in. You must be weary, for you have had
53a long day." "This is my friend, Dr. Watson. He has been of most vital use to me in several of my cases, and a lucky
54chance has made it possible for me to bring him out and associate him with this investigation." "I am delighted to see
55you," said she, pressing my hand warmly. "You will, I am sure, forgive anything that may be wanting in our arrangements,
56when you consider the blow which has come so suddenly upon us." "My dear madam," said I, "I am an old campaigner, and if
57I were not I can very well see that no apology is needed. If I can be of any assistance, either to you or to my friend
58here, I shall be indeed happy." "Now, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said the lady as we entered a well-lit dining-room, upon the
59table of which a cold supper had been laid out, "I should very much like to ask you one or two plain questions, to which
60I beg that you will give a plain answer." "Certainly, madam." "Do not trouble about my feelings. I am not hysterical,
61nor given to fainting. I simply wish to hear your real, real opinion." "Upon what point?" "In your heart of hearts, do
62you think that Neville is alive?" Sherlock Holmes seemed to be embarrassed by the question. "Frankly, now!" she
63repeated, standing upon the rug and looking keenly down at him as he leaned back in a basket-chair. "Frankly, then,
64madam, I do not." "You think that he is dead?" "I do." "Murdered?" "I don't say that. Perhaps." "And on what day did he
65meet his death?" "On Monday." "Then perhaps, Mr. Holmes, you will be good enough to explain how it is that I have
66received a letter from him to-day." Sherlock Holmes sprang out of his chair as if he had been galvanised. "What!" he
67roared. "Yes, to-day." She stood smiling, holding up a little slip of paper in the air. "May I see it?" "Certainly."
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