Sherlock Holmes Complete Works 2

Chapter 19 Memoirs 19
"'Well,' I laughed, 'if you'd like to go to the waiting room, I'd be happy to continue where I left off yesterday.'

"I talked to the old gentleman for about half an hour. Finally I prescribed the medicine and he walked away with his son on his side.

"I have told you that Mr. Blessington always went out for a walk at this hour. He came back in a short while, and went upstairs. After a while, like a man frightened mad, he rushed into my bedroom. consulting room.

"'Who has been in my house?' he cried.

"'No one has been,' I replied.

"'You lie, come up and see,' he growled.

"I didn't pay attention to the rudeness of his speech because he was going crazy with fear. When I went upstairs with him, he pointed out a few footprints in the light-colored carpet.

"'Are these all my footprints?' he cried.

"Obviously these footprints are much bigger than his, and they were just left. Someone in the waiting room must have entered my inpatient's room while I was busy with the diagnosis. Although nothing was taken, it did Someone has been in.

"Mr. Blessington looked very agitated. He kept shouting from an armchair, and I couldn't get him to speak more clearly. It is he who wants me to come to you, and come back with me in the carriage, at least you calm him down."

Sherlock Holmes listened to this lengthy account with the greatest attention, and it was evident that the matter aroused his great interest.As soon as the visitor had finished speaking, Holmes stood up and followed Dr. Trevelyan to the door.In less than a quarter of an hour we were at the doctor's apartment in Brook Street.A short footman led us up a wide, carpeted staircase.

But the lights on the top of the building suddenly went out, and a shrill, thin, trembling voice shouted in the darkness:

"Go any further and I'll shoot."

"This is intolerable, Mr. Blessington," cried Mr. Trevelyan.

"Oh, so it's you, doctor," he breathed a sigh of relief, "Aren't the others fake?"

We knew immediately that he had been watching us closely.

"Yes, exactly," said the voice at last, "I'm sorry I was so rude to you just now."

As he spoke, he lit the lamp again, and before us stood a man of very peculiar appearance.He was really nervous, so his face drooped like a hound's.His thin, blond hair seemed to stand on end with emotion.

"Good night, Mr. Holmes," said he. "I am very grateful for your presence. I think the doctor has informed you of the intrusion into my room."

"Yes," said Holmes. "Mr. Blessington, who are those two? Why are they playing tricks on you?"

"Of course, that's hard to say," said the inpatient anxiously. "You can't expect me to answer, Mr. Holmes."

"do not you know?"

"Please do me a favor by coming here."

He showed us into his bedroom, which was not only large but comfortably furnished.

"Look at this," he said, pointing to the big black box beside the bed. "I am not a very rich man, Mr. Holmes, and I have no other investment except this one. My point All the money is in this suitcase, so you can see how much I was affected by those uninvited guests!"

Holmes shook his head.

"If you try to deceive me, it is impossible for me to advise you," said Holmes.

"But I've already told you."

Holmes waved his hand in disgust, turned and said:

"Good night, Dr Trevelyan."

"Won't you help me a little?" said Blessington loudly.

"Unless you tell the truth, sir."

We came to the street and walked towards the house.

"I'm sorry, Watson, to go out on account of such a fool," said Holmes at last, "but it is an interesting case after all."

"I can't see anything," I admitted directly.

"Obviously two people, maybe more, were determined, for some reason, to find this fellow Blessington. Needless to say, the young man broke into Blessington's room on both occasions, and he His associates used a more ingenious method, which made it impossible for the doctor to intervene."

"But what about the catalepsy?"

"That's a lie, it's an easy disease to fake, and I've done it many times."

"and after?"

"It so happened that Blessington was not at home on both occasions, and they chose such a time to see the doctor because they were sure that there would be no other patients in the waiting room. However, this happened to be the time of Blessington's walk, which is a good time. It seems to just show that they are very familiar with Blessington's daily habits. In addition, it can be seen from his eyes that he has been completely frightened out of his wits. It is impossible to imagine that this fellow has made such two enemies. He will not know. Therefore, I am sure that not only does he know who these two people are, but because it is related to himself, if he conceals it, he will probably be able to reveal the truth tomorrow."

Sherlock Holmes' prophecy is quickly and dramatically fulfilled.At 07:30 the next morning, I saw Holmes standing beside my bed in his pajamas in the morning light.

"There is a carriage waiting for us outside, Watson," said Holmes.

"What's wrong?"

"It must be Brook Street."

"Any news?"

"Not necessarily, though, a tragedy," said Holmes, drawing up the curtains. "Here is a note torn from a notebook, on which has been written hastily in pencil: 'For God's sake, Come quickly, Percy Trevelyan.' At the time of writing this note, the doctor must be in a very difficult position. Come with me, my dear Watson, the situation is critical."

A quarter of an hour later, at the apartment, our friend came to meet us with alarmed faces.

"What has happened!" he cried, putting his hands to his temples.

"What happened?"

"Mr. Blessington killed himself!"

Holmes whistled.

"Last night he hanged himself!"

The doctor took us to the room that was used as a waiting room.

"I really don't know what to do," he said aloud. "The police are upstairs now, and I'm scared to death."

"When did you find out?"

"He had the maid bring over a cup of tea every morning, and at about seven o'clock he was hanging in the middle of the house when the maid brought the tea in. He tied a rope to the hook where the gas lamps usually hang, and from yesterday The box he pointed out to us jumped off the top and hanged himself."

Holmes reflected for a moment.

"With your permission," said Holmes, "I should like to go upstairs and make inquiries."

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he was confronted with a horrific sight. As he dangled on the hook, his appearance became more and more ugly, and he was hardly a human being.He was wearing only a nightgown, with straight, ugly feet and swollen ankles.Next to the corpse, a detective was taking notes in a notebook.

"Ah, Mr. Holmes," said the Inspector cordially, as soon as my friend entered the room, "I am very glad to meet you."

"Good morning, Rannore," replied Holmes. "Have you heard anything of the circumstances preceding this case?"

"Yes, I've heard some."

"What do you think?"

"I think he's been overwhelmed with fright. You see, he's been sleeping in this bed for a while, and there are deep marks. Suicides usually happen around five o'clock in the morning. Probably that's where he hanged himself." It's time. I think he came after much deliberation."

"Three hours, I think."

"Have you found his cigar-holder?"

"No."

"Impossible!" exclaimed the sheriff.

"why?"

"Why should a man murder another by such a foolish means as hanging?"

"That's what we're going to investigate."

"How did they get in?"

"From the front door."

"But the front door is locked."

"Either it was locked after leaving."

"How do you know?"

"From the traces they left. Please wait a moment, and I will explain everything to you in a moment."

"What's with this rope?" he continued.

"Cut it off here," said Dr. Trevelyan, drawing a large roll of rope from under the bed, "he was so afraid of fire that he always kept it so that he could escape through the window when the stairs burned. "

"This will save the murderer a lot of trouble," said Holmes to himself.

"Yes, the case is quite clear, doctor, and I will take this photograph of Blessington on the mantelpiece, which will facilitate my investigation."

"But you still haven't told us anything!" said the doctor.

"Ah, the matter is clear," said Holmes. "There are three persons, a young man, an old man, and a third, who is not quite clear. Sheriff, the boy should be arrested at once. As far as I know, he Recently joined your clinic, doctor."

"He's gone," said Trevelyan.

"He's not important. They came to Blessington's door and used a wire to turn the key inside. Going inside, the first step was to gag Mr. Blessington. He may have fallen asleep." or was paralyzed with fright, and made no sound. They hung him up again. They probably had some kind of pulley with them as a gallows, and when they were done, they ran away. The accomplices followed and locked the door."

"I shall be back at three o'clock," said Holmes after dinner. "The sheriff and the doctor will be here, and I hope to use the time to clear up some little problems."

Our visitor arrived at the appointed time, but Holmes did not return until a quarter to three.

"Any news, Sheriff?"

"We've got the servant, sir."

"Great, I also found those people. The so-called Blessington and his enemy are indeed famous in the Police Headquarters. The three are Biddle, Hayward and Murfa special."

"It's the gang that robbed the Worthington Bank," cried the Sheriff.

"Yes, Blessington must be Sutton. There were five men in the case. The thieves took seven thousand pounds. Tobin, the bank keeper, was killed. All five were arrested. That Bloomington was also called Sutton." The guy denounced them, Cartwright was sentenced to death, and the other three were also sentenced to 15 years in prison. They were released early a few days ago, determined to find the person who betrayed them and avenge the death of their accomplices. They went to him several times, None succeeded.

"My dear gentlemen, Sutton, disgraceful as he is. Yet, vile as he is, he is still under the protection of English law, and though the shield fails to protect him, the sword of justice will avenge him of."

The police never heard from the three murderers again.There was not enough evidence against the boy boy to prosecute.And this Brook Street mystery has not been reported in detail so far.

(End of this chapter)