Sherlock Holmes Complete Works 2

Chapter 3 Memoirs 3
"Then the horse is with him?"

"He was going to bluff it out. But he was pretty sure I was seeing him do it, because I told him exactly what he did that day. Brown boots and that distinctive square-toe print Consistent. And with his habit of always being the first to rise, I described how he saw a strange horse prowling the moors, how he greeted it, and when he saw that this was the horse that would beat him, he bet How surprised he was when he saw the white-fronted horse of his own horse. Then I described how he suddenly planned to send the horse back, and how he had the evil idea to hide the horse until the end of the race, and then brought the horse back and hid it. At Mapleton. I told him everything, and he had to throw in the towel."

"Haven't the police searched the stables?"

"A rogue like him is insidious and cunning, and he has fooled them."

"But if he dared to harm the famous horse for his own benefit, why did he keep the horse with him?"

"He knows, my friend, that the only hope of a light sentence is to keep the horse safe, and so he will guard it as his own eyes."

"Colonel Ross doesn't look like a forgiving man."

"It doesn't depend on Colonel Ross. I'd like to play with him and not tell him about the horse."

"I won't say anything without your permission."

"And that's obviously small compared to the issue of killing Strike."

"So, you still intend to find out who the murderer is?"

"No, we're going back to London tonight."

I was surprised.Only a few hours into Devon, and the investigation had gone so well from the start, and he was suddenly going back to London...it was incomprehensible.He tried not to mention it on the way back to the trainer's cottage.When we arrived at the apartment, the colonel and the sheriff had been waiting for a long time.

"We have enjoyed the fresh air of Dartmoor, and it is indeed very refreshing, but we are going back to London tonight," said Holmes.

The sheriff was dumbfounded, but the colonel curled his lips contemptuously and said, "It seems that you have lost confidence in catching the murderer?"

Holmes shrugged his shoulders and said: "This case is indeed difficult, but please prepare the jockeys. I am sure I can have your horses for Tuesday's race. Also, can you give me a copy of John Straker. A photograph?" The sheriff drew one from the envelope and handed it to Holmes.

"You have prepared everything I want in advance, dear Gregory! I want to ask the maid one more question, please wait here for a while."

As soon as Holmes had gone out, Colonel Ross said bluntly: "I am very disappointed with the adviser from London. I have not seen much progress, I must admit."

I said, "At least your horse will be racing."

The colonel shrugged and said, "I hope he can find it, so that will show that he is not talking nonsense."

Just as I was about to reply, Holmes stepped in and said: "I am now ready to go to Tavistock."

When we got into the carriage, a stable boy opened the door for us.Holmes seemed to think of something suddenly. He leaned forward and tugged at the sleeve of the young stable boy.

"Who is in charge of the sheep in the paddock, sir?" asked Holmes.

"It's me, sir."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with them these days?"

"Just three lame sheep, nothing."

Holmes smiled softly, which all showed that he was satisfied.

Holmes squeezed my arm, and said: "Watson, this bold inference is very accurate. Come on, coachman! By the way, you'd better see this strange disease among the sheep, Gregory."

Colonel Ross still showed a look of disbelief in my friend.But the Sheriff paid close attention to Holmes' words.

Gregory asked, "Are you convinced that this is important?"

"of course."

"The dog was also very strange that day."

"The dog didn't react in any way that night?"

"That's what I find strange," said Holmes. Four days later Holmes and I went to Winchester to see the Wessex Cup Championship.We drove out to the racecourse outside the town in Colonel Ross's tall carriage, and the latter was extremely indifferent.

"I haven't heard anything about horses so far," he said.

"You can still recognize it, don't you?" said Holmes.

The colonel was in a hurry. He said, "I have worked in the racetrack for 22 years. Even children can recognize the white forehead and mottled right front leg of this silver white-fronted horse. Why do you ask me such a question?"

"What's the stake?"

"Yesterday it was fifteen to one, but now it's down to three to one. It's really annoying!"

"Someone has evidently been informed," said Holmes.

When the carriage reached the fence of the stand, I saw the list of horses participating in the race on the horse racing card.

Wessex Cup Championship

Horse racing age: no more than four or five years old.

Race: fifty pounds a horse, five furlongs a mile.The first prize is [-] pounds plus a gold cup, the second prize is [-] pounds, and the third prize is [-] pounds.

[-]. The jockey's red hat and tan jacket of Jockey Negro, the horse belongs to Mr. Sean Newton.

[-]. The jockey's pink hat and black jacket of the racing horse Pajlister, the horse belonged to Colonel Wardlow.

[-]. The Jockey's yellow hat and jacket of the racing horse Desborough, the horse belonged to Lord Buckwater.

[-]. Jockey black cap and red jacket for a silver white-fronted horse belonging to Colonel Ross.

[-]. The jockey's yellow hat and yellow and black striped jacket of the racing horse Iris, the horse belongs to the Duke of Balmoral.

[-]. Rathpole's jockey in purple hat and black jacket, the horse belonged to Lord Singleford.

The colonel said: "We have also withdrawn the other horse that we have already prepared, because we have placed all our hopes on you... My God, what is that, the silver white front horse?"

The race gamblers shouted: "Five to four for the silver blazes! Five to fifteen for Desborough! Five to four for the rest of the races!"

I said loudly, "All six horses are on the field, and they are all numbered."

The colonel shouted anxiously: "You said that they are all out, but what about my horse? My horse of that color has not come, and I have never found it."

"This one must be yours, because five horses have run past just now."

While talking, a tall sorrel horse ran out of the pound horse pen, and the rider on the horse was a well-known rider.

"Not a single white hair, Mr. Holmes, it's not my horse," cried the colonel.

"Hold on," said Holmes calmly, "and see how he races." After looking through my binoculars for a few minutes, he exclaimed: "He's off to a great start. Oh, come on, start turning!" up!"

We saw an extraordinary spectacle: six racehorses that had been following closely, close enough to be covered with a single carpet, came running together, and halfway through, the yellow-capped Mapleton Stables The horseman rode to the front.But after a while, the horse named Desborough lost its energy. Colonel Ross's famous horse rushed forward and passed the finish line first with a length of six horses. Reese came in third.

Putting his hand over his eyes, the colonel said, "I admit it's mine, but Mr. Holmes, I don't understand it."

"There's the horse, let's stop by and see it. Don't worry, you'll understand everything." Saying this, we all entered the pound horse enclosure, which is a place only allowed to be owned by horse owners. Entered with his friend. "Rub it with rubbing alcohol and you'll see it's that silver white-fronted horse."

"It surprised me."

"After I found it, I presumptuously let it participate in the competition with this appearance."

"You have done it so mysteriously, my dear sir! The horse has never been so strong, nor has it run so well. I am sorry to doubt your talents, but you have found the horse for me, and if you can find it The murderer of John Straker did a great favor!"

"I have done that, too," said Holmes unhurriedly.

We were all astonished, and Colonel Ross asked, "Where is the murderer?"

"It's right here!"

"Here? Where?"

"The murderer is here!" The colonel blushed with anger. "Mr. Holmes, I have taken advantage of you, but what you just said is not only a prank but also an insult to me."

Holmes laughed and said, "Hey, Colonel, the real murderer is right behind you."

The colonel and I said in unison, "This horse?"

"Yes. John Straker doesn't deserve your trust after all. He kicked him in self-defense so it wouldn't be too guilty. Look, now the bell is ringing, and in this betting I think I can win some money. Let's talk when we have time!"

On his return to London that evening, Holmes gave a detailed account of what had happened in the stables and how they should be resolved.

"Actually," said Holmes, "I also believed Fitzroy Simpson to be the culprit when we went to Devon. As I passed the trainer's house, the clue of curry mutton occurred to me. When you got out of the carriage, I'm still wondering how I could ignore this obvious cue, so I didn't move at all."

"But until now, I haven't seen any important clues about what this plate of curry mutton is." The colonel said.

"The first link in my reasoning is that the powdered anesthetic has some smell, which is easy to detect. If you just put it in an ordinary dish, the person who eats it will notice it immediately. This is because the smell of curry covers up the smell. The smell of anesthesia. And it is hard to assume that Fitzroy Simpson would bring curry specifically to kill people. When he came late that night with anesthesia powder, there happened to be curry mutton. Such a coincidence is unimaginable, so I ruled out the suspicion of Simpson. I started to stare at the Strakers, because they are the only ones who can order mutton curry for dinner, and the anesthetic is specially given to the stableboy, so it’s okay for others to eat it. But what? How to do such a thing without being noticed by the maid?

"Knowing that the dog was not moving would lead me to the problem. Apparently there was a dog in the stable, as we know from the Simpsons episode. And it didn't bark at the handler or wake it up. Two horsemen, then the late-night unexpected guest must be someone the dog knows very well.

"So I generally believed that it was John Straker who led the horse away in the night. And since he was trying to stun the stableboy, he must have had some evil intentions. As for the purpose, I didn't think of it at the time. Then I remembered that there was once a In several cases of deceit, the horse trainer bet on the failure of his own horse, and deliberately failed the horse. What kind of means this is, I will talk about it after I have checked the contents of the deceased's pockets.

"I don't think you've forgotten that strange little knife, which no sane person would use as a weapon. The scalpel is used for the most delicate operations. And That little knife was also used that night for delicate surgery. You must know, Colonel Ross, that a slight gash with a knife under the skin of a horse's hind ankle will never show. Afterwards the horse would lame slightly, but others would just assume the horse was overtrained or had a little rheumatism."

The colonel yelled: "Braves! Scoundrels!"

"Then John Straker's object is very clear. The reason why he takes horses out into the field for this business is that the loud neighing of a wounded horse is sure to put the horse in the hay. The people in the shed woke it up."

"No wonder he needs candles and matches," cried the colonel. "I've misread him!"

"Yeah, after checking his things, I not only saw his criminal method, but also his criminal purpose. No one will stuff other people's bills into their pockets. This is because we only Settle your own bills. So I conclude that Streker is not only bigamous, but must have another house. This woman must be so extravagant that it is hard to imagine him spending twenty guineas on a dress for a woman. Streker Madame, after I asked her about the matter, acted as if she had never heard of it, indicating that it had nothing to do with her. After taking down the address of the dresser, I felt that it might be helpful to bring a picture of Strike Get to the bottom of this Mr. Debug question.

"Strike led the horse to a pit. Lighted a candle. And he picked up the tie that Simpson had inadvertently dropped in his escape, perhaps he intended to bind the horse's legs. He lit a candle on the horse's back , and in the process of this light, the horse was frightened, kicked up sharply, and just kicked Straker on the head. At the same time, Straker took off his coat and fell down. , the knife cut his thigh, did I make it clear?"

The colonel shouted: "It's wonderful, it's as if you've seen it with your own eyes."

"On the last point, I am quite bold. Straker is actually a scheming guy. He would not perform such a delicate operation on the tendon of the horse's ankle without experimenting. As for The test object, I think, is a sheep, and the result surprised me.

"When I got back to London, I found the dresser. And she immediately recognized Strike as the wealthy customer named Derbyssy, and she said that his wife was very beautifully dressed and liked luxurious clothes. Clothes. And so I firmly believe that it was a woman like this who left Strike in debt and into crime."

"Where did the horse go?" asked the colonel.

"Ah, one of your neighbors took care of it, so we can forgive him on that point. Colonel, if you want to see us there, we can smoke while I go through the rest of the details, sure. You'll be interested."

(End of this chapter)