Chapter 9 Break in the Chain

It was late in the afternoon before I woke, strengthened and refreshed. Sherlock Holmes still sat exactly as I had left him, save that he had laid aside his violin and was deep in a book. He looked across at me, as I stirred, and I noticed that his face was dark and troubled.

"You have slept soundly," he said. "I feared that our talk would wake you."

"I heard nothing," I answered. "Have you had fresh news, then?"

"Unfortunately, no. I confess that I am surprised and disappointed. I expected something definite by this time. Wiggins has just been up to report. He says that no trace can be found of the launch. It is a provoking check, for every hour is of importance."

"Can I do anything? I am perfectly fresh now, and quite ready for another night's outing."

"No, we can do nothing. We can only wait. If we go ourselves, the message might come in our absence, and delay be caused. You can do what you will, but I must remain on guard."

"Then I shall run over to Camberwell and call upon Mrs. Cecil Forrester. She asked me to, yesterday."

"On Mrs. Cecil Forrester?" asked Holmes, with the twinkle of a smile in his eyes.

"Well, of course Miss Morstan too. They were anxious to hear what happened."

"I would not tell them too much," said Holmes. "Women are never to be entirely trusted,--not the best of them."

I did not pause to argue over this atrocious sentiment. "I shall be back in an hour or two," I remarked.

"All right! Good luck! But, I say, if you are crossing the river you may as well return Toby, for I don't think it is at all likely that we shall have any use for him now."

I took our mongrel accordingly, and left him, together with a half-sovereign, at the old naturalist's in Pinchin Lane. At Camberwell I found Miss Morstan a little weary after her night's adventures, but very eager to hear the news. Mrs. Forrester, too, was full of curiosity. I told them all that we had done, suppressing, however, the more dreadful parts of the tragedy. Thus, although I spoke of Mr. Sholto's death, I said nothing of the exact manner and method of it. With all my omissions, however, there was enough to startle and amaze them.

"It is a romance!" cried Mrs. Forrester. "An injured lady, half a million in treasure, a black cannibal, and a wooden-legged ruffian. They take the place of the conventional dragon or wicked earl."

"And two knight-errants to the rescue," added Miss Morstan, with a bright glance at me.

"Why, Mary, your fortune depends upon the issue of this search. I don't think that you are nearly excited enough. Just imagine what it must be to be so rich, and to have the world at your feet!"

It sent a little thrill of joy to my heart to notice that she showed no sign of elation at the prospect. On the contrary, she gave a toss of her proud head, as though the matter were one in which she took small interest.

"It is for Mr. Thaddeus Sholto that I am anxious," she said. "Nothing else is of any consequence; but I think that he has behaved most kindly and honorably throughout. It is our duty to clear him of this dreadful and unfounded charge."

It was evening before I left Camberwell, and quite dark by the time I reached home. My companion's book and pipe lay by his chair, but he had disappeared. I looked about in the hope of seeing a note, but there was none.

"I suppose that Mr. Sherlock Holmes has gone out," I said to Mrs. Hudson as she came up to lower the blinds.

"No, sir. He has gone to his room, sir. Do you know, sir," sinking her voice into an impressive whisper, "I am afraid for his health?"

"Why so, Mrs. Hudson?"

"Well, he's that strange, sir. After you was gone he walked and he walked, up and down, and up and down, until I was weary of the sound of his footstep. Then I heard him talking to himself and muttering, and every time the bell rang out he came on the stairhead, with 'What is that, Mrs. Hudson?' And now he has slammed off to his room, but I can hear him walking away the same as ever. I hope he's not going to be ill, sir. I ventured to say something to him about cooling medicine, but he turned on me, sir, with such a look that I don't know how ever I got out of the room."

"I don't think that you have any cause to be uneasy, Mrs. Hudson," I answered. "I have seen him like this before. He has some small matter upon his mind which makes him restless." I tried to speak lightly to our worthy landlady, but I was myself somewhat uneasy when through the long night I still from time to time heard the dull sound of his tread, and knew how his keen spirit was chafing against this involuntary inaction.

At breakfast-time he looked worn and haggard, with a little fleck of feverish color upon either cheek.

"You are knocking yourself up, old man," I remarked. "I heard you marching about in the night."

"No, I could not sleep," he answered. "This infernal problem is consuming me. It is too much to be balked by so petty an obstacle, when all else had been overcome. I know the men, the launch, everything; and yet I can get no news. I have set other agencies at work, and used every means at my disposal. The whole river has been searched on either side, but there is no news, nor has Mrs. Smith heard of her husband. I shall come to the conclusion soon that they have scuttled the craft. But there are objections to that."

"Or that Mrs. Smith has put us on a wrong scent."

"No, I think that may be dismissed. I had inquiries made, and there is a launch of that description."

"Could it have gone up the river?"

"I have considered that possibility too, and there is a search- party who will work up as far as Richmond. If no news comes to- day, I shall start off myself to-morrow, and go for the men rather than the boat. But surely, surely, we shall hear something."

We did not, however. Not a word came to us either from Wiggins or from the other agencies. There were articles in most of the papers upon the Norwood tragedy. They all appeared to be rather hostile to the unfortunate Thaddeus Sholto. No fresh details were to be found, however, in any of them, save that an inquest was to be held upon the following day. I walked over to Camberwell in the evening to report our ill success to the ladies, and on my return I found Holmes dejected and somewhat morose. He would hardly reply to my questions, and busied himself all evening in an abstruse chemical analysis which involved much heating of retorts and distilling of vapors, ending at last in a smell which fairly drove me out of the apartment. Up to the small hours of the morning I could hear the clinking of his test-tubes which told me that he was still engaged in his malodorous experiment.

In the early dawn I woke with a start, and was surprised to find him standing by my bedside, clad in a rude sailor dress with a pea-jacket, and a coarse red scarf round his neck.

"I am off down the river, Watson," said he. "I have been turning it over in my mind, and I can see only one way out of it. It is worth trying, at all events."

"Surely I can come with you, then?" said I.

"No; you can be much more useful if you will remain here as my representative. I am loath to go, for it is quite on the cards that some message may come during the day, though Wiggins was despondent about it last night. I want you to open all notes and telegrams, and to act on your own judgment if any news should come. Can I rely upon you?"

"Most certainly."

"I am afraid that you will not be able to wire to me, for I can hardly tell yet where I may find myself. If I am in luck, however, I may not be gone so very long. I shall have news of some sort or other before I get back."

I had heard nothing of him by breakfast-time. On opening the Standard, however, I found that there was a fresh allusion to the business. "With reference to the Upper Norwood tragedy," it remarked, "we have reason to believe that the matter promises to be even more complex and mysterious than was originally supposed. Fresh evidence has shown that it is quite impossible that Mr. Thaddeus Sholto could have been in any way concerned in the matter. He and the housekeeper, Mrs. Bernstone, were both released yesterday evening. It is believed, however, that the police have a clue as to the real culprits, and that it is being prosecuted by Mr. Athelney Jones, of Scotland Yard, with all his well-known energy and sagacity. Further arrests may be expected at any moment."

"That is satisfactory so far as it goes," thought I. "Friend Sholto is safe, at any rate. I wonder what the fresh clue may be; though it seems to be a stereotyped form whenever the police have made a blunder."

I tossed the paper down upon the table, but at that moment my eye caught an advertisement in the agony column. It ran in this way:

"Lost.--Whereas Mordecai Smith, boatman, and his son, Jim, left Smith's Wharf at or about three o'clock last Tuesday morning in the steam launch Aurora, black with two red stripes, funnel black with a white band, the sum of five pounds will be paid to any one who can give information to Mrs. Smith, at Smith's Wharf, or at 221b Baker Street, as to the whereabouts of the said Mordecai Smith and the launch Aurora."

This was clearly Holmes's doing. The Baker Street address was enough to prove that. It struck me as rather ingenious, because it might be read by the fugitives without their seeing in it more than the natural anxiety of a wife for her missing husband.

It was a long day. Every time that a knock came to the door, or a sharp step passed in the street, I imagined that it was either Holmes returning or an answer to his advertisement. I tried to read, but my thoughts would wander off to our strange quest and to the ill-assorted and villainous pair whom we were pursuing. Could there be, I wondered, some radical flaw in my companion's reasoning. Might he be suffering from some huge self-deception? Was it not possible that his nimble and speculative mind had built up this wild theory upon faulty premises? I had never known him to be wrong; and yet the keenest reasoner may occasionally be deceived. He was likely, I thought, to fall into error through the over-refinement of his logic,--his preference for a subtle and bizarre explanation when a plainer and more commonplace one lay ready to his hand. Yet, on the other hand, I had myself seen the evidence, and I had heard the reasons for his deductions. When I looked back on the long chain of curious circumstances, many of them trivial in themselves, but all tending in the same direction, I could not disguise from myself that even if Holmes's explanation were incorrect the true theory must be equally outre and startling.

At three o'clock in the afternoon there was a loud peal at the bell, an authoritative voice in the hall, and, to my surprise, no less a person than Mr. Athelney Jones was shown up to me. Very different was he, however, from the brusque and masterful professor of common sense who had taken over the case so confidently at Upper Norwood. His expression was downcast, and his bearing meek and even apologetic.

"Good-day, sir; good-day," said he. "Mr. Sherlock Holmes is out, I understand."

"Yes, and I cannot be sure when he will be back. But perhaps you would care to wait. Take that chair and try one of these cigars."

"Thank you; I don't mind if I do," said he, mopping his face with a red bandanna handkerchief.

"And a whiskey-and-soda?"

"Well, half a glass. It is very hot for the time of year; and I have had a good deal to worry and try me. You know my theory about this Norwood case?"

"I remember that you expressed one."

"Well, I have been obliged to reconsider it. I had my net drawn tightly round Mr. Sholto, sir, when pop he went through a hole in the middle of it. He was able to prove an alibi which could not be shaken. From the time that he left his brother's room he was never out of sight of some one or other. So it could not be he who climbed over roofs and through trap-doors. It's a very dark case, and my professional credit is at stake. I should be very glad of a little assistance."

"We all need help sometimes," said I.

"Your friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes is a wonderful man, sir," said he, in a husky and confidential voice. "He's a man who is not to be beat. I have known that young man go into a good many cases, but I never saw the case yet that he could not throw a light upon. He is irregular in his methods, and a little quick perhaps in jumping at theories, but, on the whole, I think he would have made a most promising officer, and I don't care who knows it. I have had a wire from him this morning, by which I understand that he has got some clue to this Sholto business. Here is the message."

He took the telegram out of his pocket, and handed it to me. It was dated from Poplar at twelve o'clock. "Go to Baker Street at once," it said. "If I have not returned, wait for me. I am close on the track of the Sholto gang. You can come with us to- night if you want to be in at the finish."

"This sounds well. He has evidently picked up the scent again," said I.

"Ah, then he has been at fault too," exclaimed Jones, with evident satisfaction. "Even the best of us are thrown off sometimes. Of course this may prove to be a false alarm; but it is my duty as an officer of the law to allow no chance to slip. But there is some one at the door. Perhaps this is he."

A heavy step was heard ascending the stair, with a great wheezing and rattling as from a man who was sorely put to it for breath. Once or twice he stopped, as though the climb were too much for him, but at last he made his way to our door and entered. His appearance corresponded to the sounds which we had heard. He was an aged man, clad in seafaring garb, with an old pea-jacket buttoned up to his throat. His back was bowed, his knees were shaky, and his breathing was painfully asthmatic. As he leaned upon a thick oaken cudgel his shoulders heaved in the effort to draw the air into his lungs. He had a colored scarf round his chin, and I could see little of his face save a pair of keen dark eyes, overhung by bushy white brows, and long gray side-whiskers. Altogether he gave me the impression of a respectable master mariner who had fallen into years and poverty.

"What is it, my man?" I asked.

He looked about him in the slow methodical fashion of old age.

"Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?" said he.

"No; but I am acting for him. You can tell me any message you have for him."

"It was to him himself I was to tell it," said he.

"But I tell you that I am acting for him. Was it about Mordecai Smith's boat?"

"Yes. I knows well where it is. An' I knows where the men he is after are. An' I knows where the treasure is. I knows all about it."

"Then tell me, and I shall let him know."

"It was to him I was to tell it," he repeated, with the petulant obstinacy of a very old man.

"Well, you must wait for him."

"No, no; I ain't goin' to lose a whole day to please no one. If Mr. Holmes ain't here, then Mr. Holmes must find it all out for himself. I don't care about the look of either of you, and I won't tell a word."

He shuffled towards the door, but Athelney Jones got in front of him.

"Wait a bit, my friend," said he. "You have important information, and you must not walk off. We shall keep you, whether you like or not, until our friend returns."

The old man made a little run towards the door, but, as Athelney Jones put his broad back up against it, he recognized the uselessness of resistance.

"Pretty sort o' treatment this!" he cried, stamping his stick. "I come here to see a gentleman, and you two, who I never saw in my life, seize me and treat me in this fashion!"

"You will be none the worse," I said. "We shall recompense you for the loss of your time. Sit over here on the sofa, and you will not have long to wait."

He came across sullenly enough, and seated himself with his face resting on his hands. Jones and I resumed our cigars and our talk. Suddenly, however, Holmes's voice broke in upon us.

"I think that you might offer me a cigar too," he said.

We both started in our chairs. There was Holmes sitting close to us with an air of quiet amusement.

"Holmes!" I exclaimed. "You here! But where is the old man?"

"Here is the old man," said he, holding out a heap of white hair. "Here he is,--wig, whiskers, eyebrows, and all. I thought my disguise was pretty good, but I hardly expected that it would stand that test."

"Ah, You rogue!" cried Jones, highly delighted. "You would have made an actor, and a rare one. You had the proper workhouse cough, and those weak legs of yours are worth ten pound a week. I thought I knew the glint of your eye, though. You didn't get away from us so easily, You see."

"I have been working in that get-up all day," said he, lighting his cigar. "You see, a good many of the criminal classes begin to know me,--especially since our friend here took to publishing some of my cases: so I can only go on the war-path under some simple disguise like this. You got my wire?"

"Yes; that was what brought me here."

"How has your case prospered?"

"It has all come to nothing. I have had to release two of my prisoners, and there is no evidence against the other two."

"Never mind. We shall give you two others in the place of them. But you must put yourself under my orders. You are welcome to all the official credit, but you must act on the line that I point out. Is that agreed?"

"Entirely, if you will help me to the men."

"Well, then, in the first place I shall want a fast police-boat-- a steam launch--to be at the Westminster Stairs at seven o'clock."

"That is easily managed. There is always one about there; but I can step across the road and telephone to make sure."

"Then I shall want two stanch men, in case of resistance."

"There will be two or three in the boat. What else?"

"When we secure the men we shall get the treasure. I think that it would be a pleasure to my friend here to take the box round to the young lady to whom half of it rightfully belongs. Let her be the first to open it.--Eh, Watson?"

"It would be a great pleasure to me."

"Rather an irregular proceeding," said Jones, shaking his head. "However, the whole thing is irregular, and I suppose we must wink at it. The treasure must afterwards be handed over to the authorities until after the official investigation."

"Certainly. That is easily managed. One other point. I should much like to have a few details about this matter from the lips of Jonathan Small himself. You know I like to work the detail of my cases out. There is no objection to my having an unofficial interview with him, either here in my rooms or elsewhere, as long as he is efficiently guarded?"

"Well, you are master of the situation. I have had no proof yet of the existence of this Jonathan Small. However, if you can catch him I don't see how I can refuse you an interview with him."

"That is understood, then?"

"Perfectly. Is there anything else?"

"Only that I insist upon your dining with us. It will be ready in half an hour. I have oysters and a brace of grouse, with something a little choice in white wines.--Watson, you have never yet recognized my merits as a housekeeper."

第九章 线索的中断

下午我醒来的时候，时间已经不早，我的一精一神也已完全恢复了。福尔摩斯已把提琴放在一旁，坐在那里拿着一本书用心细读。他看到我醒来，对我望了望，神色很不愉快。

他道：“你睡得很香，我恐怕我们说话的声音要把你吵醒了。”

我答道："我什么也没有听到，你得到什么新的消息没有？”"不幸得很，还是没有。我真没有想到，也很失望，我预计到这时候总应当有确实消息来了。维金斯刚刚来报告过，他说汽船的踪迹一点儿也没有，真是叫人着急。因为时机紧迫了，每一个钟头都是要紧的。”

“我能帮忙吗？我的一精一神已恢复了，再出去一一夜也是没有问题。”

“不，现在咱们什么也不能做，咱们只有等候消息。如果咱们现在出去，要是有消息到来，反而误事。你有事可随尊便，我必须在这里守候。”

“那么我想到坎伯韦尔去访问西色尔·弗里斯特夫人，昨天她已和我约定了。”

福尔摩斯的眼睛里闪动着笑意问道：“是去访西色尔·弗里斯特夫人吗？”

“当然还有摩斯坦小一姐，她们都急于要知道这个案子的消息。”

福尔摩斯道：“不要告诉她们太多，即使是最好的女人，也决不能完全信赖她们。”

对他这种不讲理的话，我并没有和他争辩，我说道：“我在一两个钟头内就可以回来。”"好吧！祝你一切顺利！如果你过河去的话，不妨把透比送回去，因为我想咱们现在不会再用它了。”

我依照他的话把诱比归还了它的主人，并酬他半个英镑。到了坎伯韦尔，会见了摩斯坦小一姐。她经过昨夜的冒险，至今还有些疲倦，可是正在盼望着消息。弗里斯特夫人也是好破心胜，急于想知道一切。我向她们述说了所有的经过，保留一些凶险的地方没有说。虽然说到舒尔托先生的被害，可是没有描写那些可怕的情况和凶手所用的凶器。就是如此约略地讲述了一遍，还是够叫她们听着惊破有味的。

弗里斯特夫人道：“简直是一本小说！一个被冤的女郎，五十万镑的宝物，一个吃人的黑生番，还有一个装木腿的匪徒。这和一般小说的情节大不相同呢。”

摩斯坦小一姐愉快地眼望着我说道：“还有两位侠士的拯救呢。”

“可是梅丽，你的财富全依靠着这次的搜寻了。我看你并不觉得怎样兴奋。请想一想，若是一旦变成巨富，是多么可喜的事呀。”

她把头摇了摇，似乎对于这件事并不怎样关心。看到她对于即将致富这件事并没有什么特别高兴的表示，使我的心里感到无限的安慰。

她道：“我所最关心的就是塞笛厄斯·舒尔托先生的安全，其余的都不足挂齿。他在全案经过中的表现是非常厚道和可敬的，我们有责任把他从这可耻和无根据的冤枉里洗刷出来。”

我从坎伯韦尔回到家中的时候已经很晚了。我伙伴的书和烟斗还放在他的椅子旁边，可是他本人却不见了。我四周看了一遍，希望他留下一张字条，可是没有找到片纸只字。

赫德森太太进屋来放窗帘，我问道：“歇洛克·福尔摩斯先生是出去了吗？”

“先生，他没有出去，他在他自己的屋里。"她放低了声音，悄悄地说道：“先生，您知道吗，我怕他是病了！”

“赫德森太太，您怎么知道他病了？”

“先生，事情有些古怪。您走了以后，他在屋里走来走去，走来走去，他的脚步声使我都听烦了。后来又听见他自言自语，每次有人叫门，他就跑到楼梯口喊问：‘赫德森太太，是谁呀？现在他把自己关在屋里，可是我依然可以听见他在屋里走来走去的声音。先生，我希望他没有病。方才我冒昧地告诉他吃些凉药，可是，先生，他瞪了我一眼，吓得我都不知道自己是怎样从那间屋子跑出来的。”

我答道：“赫德森太太，我想您可以不必着急，我以前也看见过他这个样子的。他有事在心，所以使他心神不安。"我就这样故作轻松地和我们的好房东谈着，可是我在整个长夜里不断地隐约地听见他的脚步声音，我知道，他那迫切的心情已因不能采取行动而变得益发焦躁起来。

第二天早餐时，他的面容器倦而瘦削，两颊微微的发红。

我道：“老兄，你把自己累垮了。我听见你夜里在屋内踱来踱去。”

他答道：“我睡不着，这讨厌的问题把我急坏了。所有的大困难都已经克服了，现在反而叫一个很不算什么的障碍给难住了，未免叫人太不甘心。现在咱们已经知道匪徒是谁，知道船的名字和其他一切了，可是就是得不到船的消息。其他方面也都已行动起来，我已用尽了我的方法，整条河的两岸已经都搜遍了，还是没有消息。斯密司太太那里也没有她丈夫的音信，我差不多认为他们已经把船沉到河底了，可是这一层亦存在着一定的矛盾。”

“咱们可能是受了斯密司太太的愚弄了。”

“不然，我想这一层可以不用过虑，因为经过调查，这样的汽船确是有一只的。”

“它会不会是到上游去了？”

“我也想到了这个可能一性一，我已经派出一批搜查的人上溯到瑞破门德一带去了。如果今天再没有消息，我明天当亲自出马去找匪徒而放弃寻找汽船了。可是肯定的，肯定咱们会得到一些消息的。”

一天过去了，维金斯和其他的搜查人员都没有消息。大多数的报纸全登着诺伍德惨案的报道。他们对那不幸的塞笛尼斯·舒尔托都攻击得很厉害。除了官方将在第二天验一尸一之外，各报纸也没有什么新的消息。我在傍晚步行到坎伯韦尔，把我们的失败情况向两位女士作了报告。我回来的时候看见福尔摩斯依然是垂头丧气，很不高兴，甚至对于我的问话也淡然不理。整个晚上他在那里忙着作一个玄妙的化学实验，蒸馏气加热后所发出的恶臭，使我不得不离开这间屋子。一直快到天亮，我还听见试管的声音，知道他还在那里进行着这恶臭的实验。

第二天清晨，我惊醒过来，看见福尔摩斯已经站在我的一床一前。他穿着一身水手的服装，外面罩着一件短大衣，颈上围着一条红色的围巾。

他道：“华生，我现在亲身到下游去。我经过再三考虑，觉得只有这一着了，无论如何是值得一试的。”

我道：“那末我和你一同去好不好？”

“不好。你留在这里作我的代表是比较有用的。我自己也不愿意去，虽然昨晚维金斯很泄气，可是我想今天肯定会有消息的。所有的来信、来电都请你代拆，按照你的判断便宜行一事。你可不可以代劳呢？”

“当然愿意。”

“我的行踪不定，恐怕你也无法给我电报。可是假若运气好，我未必耽搁很久。回来以后总会有些消息向你报告的。”

早餐的时候，他还没有消息。可是打开《旗帜报》，看见上面登载着这个案子的新发展。它报道道：关于上诺伍德的惨案，据悉案情内容非常复杂，不似预料那么简单。新的发现证明：塞笛厄斯·舒尔托先生确无嫌疑。昨晚舒尔托先生和女管家博恩斯通太太已被警署释放。至于真正的凶犯，警署方面已有新的线索。此案现由苏格兰场吧练的埃瑟尔尼·琼斯先生负责缉凶，预料日内即可破案云云。

我想：这还算令人满意，我们的朋友舒尔托总算是恢复自一由了。新的线索是什么呢？这好象仍是警署方面掩饰错误的老派头。我把报纸扔到桌上，目光忽然又被报上寻人栏里面的一段小一便告吸引住了。广告文曰：“寻人：船主茂迪凯·斯密司及其长子吉姆在星期二清晨三时左右乘汽船曙光号离开斯密司码头，至今未归。曙光号船身黑色，有红线两条，烟囱黑色，有白线一道。如有知茂迪凯·斯密司与其船曙光号的下落者，请向斯密司码头斯密司太太或贝克街221号乙报信，当酬谢金币五镑。”

这个小一便告显然是福尔摩斯登的，贝克街的住址就足以证明了。我以为这个广告的措辞非常巧妙，因为即使匪徒们看到了，也会认为那不过是一个瓶子寻找丈夫的普通广告，并看不出其中的隐秘。

这一天过得真慢。每次听到敲门的声音或是街上沉重的脚步声音，我都以为是福尔摩斯或者是看见广告来报信的人来了。我试着看书，但是一精一神不能集中，思想总是跑到我们所追踪的那两个破怪的匪徒身上去。有时我还这样想：会不会是福尔摩斯的理论发生了基本的错误？他是不是犯了严重的自欺病？会不会是由于这些证据不够真实，他臆断错了？我从没有看见过他的工作发生错误，可是智者千虑必有一失，我想或者可能因为他的自信力太强了，把一个平淡的问题反而看成一个极复杂极离破的疑案，以致一误再误？可是回过来一想，这些证据又是我亲眼所见的，他的推断的理由我也听见过的。再看一看这一连串的破怪事实，虽然其中有的是无关重要的，可是全部都指明了同一方向。我不得不承认，纵然就是福尔摩斯的理解真是错误了，这案子本身也必定是异乎寻常的费解。

下午三点钟时，铃声大作，楼下有命令式的高声谈话，没有想到上来的不是别人，竟是埃瑟尔尼·琼斯先生。可是他的态度和以前绝不相同了，他已经不象在上诺伍德那样粗一暴、架子十足和以常识专家自居了，他在谦虚之外还有些自惭。

他道：“您好，先生，您好！听说福尔摩斯先生出去了。”

“是的，我不知道他几时可以回来。请等一等好不好？请坐，吸一支我们的雪茄烟好吗？”

“谢谢，请赏我一支吸。"他说时用红绸巾轻轻地揩拭他的上额。

“敬您一杯加苏打的威士忌酒好吗？”

“好吧，半杯就够了。到这时候天气还是这般的热，我心绪又是这样的烦，您还记得我对这诺伍德案的理解吗？”

“我记得您说过一次。”

“咳，我现在对于这个案子又不得不加以重新考虑了。我本已紧紧地把舒尔托先生兜在网里了，可是，咳，先生，半道里他又从网眼里溜了出去。他证明了一个无法推翻的事实——他自从离开他哥哥以后始终有人和他在一起，所以这个从暗门进入屋内的人就不会是他了。这个案子实在难破，我在警署的威望亦发生了动摇，我很希望得到些帮助。”

我道：“咱们谁都有需要别人帮助的时候啊。”

他很肯定地说道：“先生，您的朋友歇洛克·福尔摩斯先生真是一位非凡的人。他是人所不及的。我看见过他所经历的许多桩案子，没有一桩不被他弄清楚的。他使用的方法变化无穷，当然有时也失之过急，可是整个地来说，他是可以成为一个最有本领的警官的。不怕人笑话，我真是望尘莫及。今早我接到了他的一封电报，从里面可以知道，对于舒尔托这个案子，他已经有了新的发现。这就是那封电报。”

他从衣袋里把电报拿出来一交一给了我。这封电报是十二点钟从白杨镇发的，电文说：“请立刻到贝克街去。假若我还没有回来，请等候。我已寻到舒尔托案匪徒的踪迹。如果你愿意看到本案的结束，今晚可和我同去。”

我道：“这封电报的语气很是令人高兴。他必定是把已断的线索接上了。”

琼斯很得意地说道：“啊，这么说来他也有时搞错的。我们侦查的能手也常常走错路呢。这次也可能是空欢喜一场，可是我们警察的责任是不能叫任何机会错过去的。现在有人叫门，也许是他回来了。”

传来一阵沉重的上楼的脚步声，喘一息的声音很重，说明这个人呼吸困难；中间稍停了一两次，好象他上楼梯很费起力似的。最后他走进屋来，他的容貌和我们所听见的声音是符合的。一个老人，穿着一身水手的衣服，外面套着大衣，纽扣一直扣到颈间。他弯着腰，两一腿颤一抖，气喘得很痛苦。他手拄一根粗一粗的木棍，两肩不断耸一动，好象呼吸很吃力。他的面目，除了一双闪烁的眼睛以外，只有白的眉一毛一和灰的髭须，其余全被他的围巾遮盖住了。整个地看来，他象是一个年事已高、景况潦倒而令人尊敬的航海家。

我问道：“朋友，有什么事吗？”

他用老年人所特有的一习一惯，慢条斯理地向四周看了看。

他问道：“歇洛克·福尔摩斯先生在家吗？”"没有在家。可是我可以代表他，您有什么话全都可以告诉我。”

他道：“我只能向他本人说。”

“可是我告诉您，我可以代表他，是不是关于茂迪凯·斯密司汽船的事？”

“是的，我知道这只船在哪里，知道他所追踪的人在哪里，还知道宝物在哪里，我一切全都知道。”

“您告诉我好了，我会转告他的。”

他十足地表现了老人的易怒和顽固的态度。他道：“我只能告诉他本人。”

“那您只好等一等了。”

“不行，不行，我不能为了这件事一浪一费一天的光一陰一，如果福尔摩斯先生不在家，只好让他自己想法子去打听这些消息了。你们两人的尊容我都不喜欢，我一个字也不告诉你们。”

他站起来就要出门，可是埃瑟尔尼·琼斯跑到他前面，拦住了他。

琼斯道：“朋友，请等一等。您有要紧的消息报告，您不能这样就走。不管您愿意不愿意，我们要把您留住，直等到我们的朋友回来。”

那老人要想夺门而出，可是埃瑟尔尼·琼斯早已把背靠在门上，阻住老人的去路。

老人用手杖在地板上怒击着喊道：“真是岂有此理！我到这里来拜访一位朋友，可是你们二人和我素不相识，硬要把我留下，对待我这样无礼！”

我道：“请不要着急，您所费的时间我们会补报您的。请坐在那边沙发上，不久福尔摩斯先生就可以回来了。”

他很不高兴地用两手掩住了脸，无可奈何地坐在那里。琼斯和我继续一边吸着我们的雪茄烟一边谈话。刹时间忽然听见福尔摩斯的声音向我们说话。

“我想你们也应该敬我一支雪茄烟了。”

我们二人从椅上吃惊地跳了起来，旁边坐着福尔摩斯，笑容可掬。

我惊讶地喊道：“福尔摩斯！是你吗？那老头哪儿去了？”

他拿出一把白发，说道：“他就在这儿，假发、一胡一须、眼眉，全在这里。我认为我的化装还不错，可是没有想到把你们也骗住了。”

琼斯高兴得喊道：“啊，你这坏蛋！你真够得上一个戏剧演员——一个出色的演员，你学工人的咳嗽，还有你腿部的表演每星期足可挣十镑的工资。可是我想我看出你的眼神来了，你还没有把我们骗得完全相信。”

他点燃了雪茄烟，说道：“我今天整日打扮成这个样子。你知道，很多的匪徒们已渐渐地认识了我——特别是在咱们这位朋友把我的侦探事迹写成了书之后。所以我只好在工作时简单地加以化装。你接到我的电报了吗？”

“接到了，所以才会来的。”

“你对这案子的工作进展如何了？”

“一点儿也没有头绪。我不得已释放了两个人，对于其余的两个人也没有什么证据。”

“那不要紧，一会儿我给你另外两个人来补他们的缺。可是你必须完全听我的指挥，一切功绩可以归你，可是一切行动必须听从我的，这点你同意吗？”

“只要你协助我把匪徒捉到，一切全都同意。”

“好吗，头一件：我需要一只警察快艇——一只汽船——今晚平时开到西敏士特码头待命。”

“这个好办，那儿经常停着一只，我到对面再用电话联系一下就成了。”

“我还要两个健壮的警士，以防匪徒拒捕。”

“船内向来都准备着两三个人，还有别的吗？”

“我们捉住匪徒，那宝物就能到手，我想我这位朋友一定喜欢亲自把宝物箱送到那位年轻女士的手上——这宝物一半是应该属于她的，由她亲自打开。喂，华生，好不好？”

“这是我无上的光荣。”

琼斯摇头道：“这个办法未免于规章有所不合——不过咱们可以通融办理。但是看完之后，宝物必须送还政一府以便检验。”

“那是当然的，这个好办。还有一点，我倒很希望先听到琼诺赞·斯茂亲口说出有关这一案件的始末详情。你知道，我素来就需要把一个案子的详情，充分地了解。你大概对于我准备先在这儿或其他地方，在警察看守之下，先对他作一次非正式的讯问一节没有什么不同意吧？”

“你是掌握着全案情况的人。虽然我还没有能够证明确有这么一个叫琼诺赞·斯茂的人，可是如果你能捉到他，我没有理由阻止你先向他讯问。”

“那么，这也同意了？”

“完全同意，还有什么要求吗？”

“只有我要留你同我们一起吃晚饭，半点钟内即可备好。我准备了生蚝和一对野鸡，还有些特选的白酒。华生，你不知道，我还是个治家的能手呢。”