THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER

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ecomesourwayIfearthattheNorwoodDisappearanceCasewillnotfigureinthatchronicleofoursuccesseswhichIforeseethatapatientpublicwillsoonerorlaterhavetoendure.” “Surely,”saidI,“theman’sappearancewouldgofarwithanyjury?” “ThatisadangerousargumentmydearWatson.Yourememberthatterriblemurderer,BertStevens,whowantedustogethimoffin’87?Wasthereeveramoremild-mannered,Sunday-schoolyoungman?” “Itistrue.” “Unlesswesucceedinestablishinganalternativetheory,thismanislost.Youcanhardlyfindaflawinthecasewhichcannowbepresentedagainsthim,andallfurtherinvestigationhasservedtostrengthenit.Bytheway,thereisonecuriouslittlepointaboutthosepaperswhichmayserveusasthestarting-pointforaninquiry.Onlookingoverthebank-bookIfoundthatthelowstateofthebalancewasprincipallyduetolargecheckswhichhavebeenmadeoutduringthelastyeartoMr.Cornelius.IconfessthatIshouldbeinterestedtoknowwhothisMr.Corneliusmaybewithwhomaretiredbuilderhassuchverylargetransactions.Isitpossiblethathehashadahandintheaffair?Corneliusmightbeabroker,butwehavefoundnoscriptocorrespondwiththeselargepayments.Failinganyotherindication,myresearchesmustnowtakethedirectionofaninquiryatthebankforthegentlemanwhohascashedthesechecks.ButIfear,mydearfellow,thatourcasewillendingloriouslybyLestradehangingourclient,whichwillcertainlybeatriumphforScotlandYard.” IdonotknowhowfarSherlockHolmestookanysleepthatnight,butwhenIcamedowntobreakfastIfoundhimpaleandharassed,hisbrighteyesthebrighterforthedarkshadowsroundthem.Thecarpetroundhischairwaslitteredwithcigarette-endsandwiththeearlyeditionsofthemorningpapers.Anopentelegramlayuponthetable. “Whatdoyouthinkofthis,Watson?”heasked,tossingitacross. ItwasfromNorwood,andranasfollows: Importantfreshevidencetohand.McFarlane’sguiltdefinitelyestablished.Adviseyoutoabandoncase.—LESTRADE. “Thissoundsserious,”saidI. “ItisLestrade’slittlecock-a-doodleofvictory,”Holmesanswered,withabittersmile.“Andyetitmaybeprematuretoabandonthecase.Afterall,importantfreshevidenceisatwo-edgedthing,andmaypossiblycutinaverydifferentdirectiontothatwhichLestradeimagines.Takeyourbreakfast,Watson,andwewillgoouttogetherandseewhatwecando.IfeelasifIshallneedyourcompanyandyourmoralsupporttoday.” Myfriendhadnobreakfasthimself,foritwasoneofhispeculiaritiesthatinhismoreintensemomentshewouldpermithimselfnofood,andIhaveknownhimpresumeuponhisironstrengthuntilhehasfaintedfrompureinanition.“AtpresentIcannotspareenergyandnerveforcefordigestion,”hewouldsayinanswertomymedicalremonstrances.Iwasnotsurprised,therefore,whenthismorninghelefthisuntouchedmealbehindhim,andstartedwithmeforNorwood.AcrowdofmorbidsightseerswerestillgatheredroundDeepDeneHouse,whichwasjustsuchasuburbanvillaasIhadpictured.WithinthegatesLestrademetus,hisfaceflushedwithvictory,hismannergrosslytriumphant. “Well,Mr.Holmes,haveyouprovedustobewrongyet?Haveyoufoundyourtramp?”hecried. “Ihaveformednoconclusionwhatever,”mycompanionanswered. “Butweformedoursyesterday,andnowitprovestobecorrect,soyoumustacknowledgethatwehavebeenalittleinfrontofyouthistime,Mr.Holmes.” “Youcertainlyhavetheairofsomethingunusualhavingoccurred,”saidHolmes. Lestradelaughedloudly. “Youdon’tlikebeingbeatenanymorethantherestofusdo,”saidhe.“Amancan’texpectalwaystohaveithisownway,canhe,Dr.Watson?Stepthisway,ifyouplease,gentlemen,andIthinkIcanconvinceyouonceforallthatitwasJohnMcFarlanewhodidthiscrime.” Heledusthroughthepassageandoutintoadarkhallbeyond. “ThisiswhereyoungMcFarlanemusthavecomeouttogethishatafterthecrimewasdone,”saidhe.“Nowlookatthis.”Withdramaticsuddennesshestruckamatch,andbyitslightexposedastainofblooduponthewhitewashedwall.Asheheldthematchnearer,Isawthatitwasmorethanastain.Itwasthewell-markedprintofathumb. “Lookatthatwithyourmagnifyingglass,Mr.Holmes.” “Yes,Iamdoingso.” “Youareawarethatnotwothumb-marksarealike?” “Ihaveheardsomethingofthekind.” “Well,then,willyoupleasecomparethatprintwiththiswaximpressionofyoungMcFarlane’srightthumb,takenbymyordersthismorning?” Asheheldthewaxenprintclosetotheblood-stain,itdidnottakeamagnifyingglasstoseethatthetwowereundoubtedlyfromthesamethumb.Itwasevidenttomethatourunfortunateclientwaslost. “Thatisfinal,”saidLestrade. “Yes,thatisfinal,”Iinvoluntarilyechoed. “Itisfinal,”saidHolmes. Somethinginhistonecaughtmyear,andIturnedtolookathim.Anextraordinarychangehadcomeoverhisface.Itwaswrithingwithinwardmerriment.Histwoeyeswereshininglikestars.Itseemedtomethathewasmakingdesperateeffortstorestrainaconvulsiveattackoflaughter. “Dearme!Dearme!”hesaidatlast.“Well,now,whowouldhavethoughtit?Andhowdeceptiveappearancesmaybe,tobesure!Suchaniceyoungmantolookat!Itisalessontousnottotrustourownjudgment,isitnot,Lestrade?” “Yes,someofusarealittletoomuchinclinedtobecock-sure,Mr.Holmes,”saidLestrade.Theman’sinsolencewasmaddening,butwecouldnotresentit. “Whataprovidentialthingthatthisyoungmanshouldpresshisrightthumbagainstthewallintakinghishatfromthepeg!Suchaverynaturalaction,too,ifyoucometothinkofit.”Holmeswasoutwardlycalm,buthiswholebodygaveawriggleofsuppressedexcitementashespoke. “Bytheway,Lestrade,whomadethisremarkablediscovery?” “Itwasthehousekeeper,Mrs.Lexington,whodrewthenightconstable’sattentiontoit.” “Wherewasthenightconstable?” “Heremainedonguardinthebedroomwherethecrimewascommitted,soastoseethatnothingwastouched.” “Butwhydidn’tthepoliceseethismarkyesterday?” “Well,wehadnoparticularreasontomakeacarefulexaminationofthehall.Besides,it’snotinaveryprominentplace,asyousee.” “No,no—ofcoursenot.Isupposethereisnodoubtthatthemarkwasthereyesterday?” LestradelookedatHolmesasifhethoughthewasgoingoutofhismind.IconfessthatIwasmyselfsurprisedbothathishilariousmannerandathisratherwildobservation. “Idon’tknowwhetheryouthinkthatMcFarlanecameoutofjailinthedeadofthenightinordertostrengthentheevidenceagainsthimself,”saidLestrade.“Ileaveittoanyexpertintheworldwhetherthatisnotthemarkofhisthumb.” “Itisunquestionablythemarkofhisthumb.” “There,that’senough,”saidLestrade.“Iamapracticalman,Mr.Holmes,andwhenIhavegotmyevidenceIcometomyconclusions.Ifyouhaveanythingtosay,youwillfindmewritingmyreportinthesitting-room.” Holmeshadrecoveredhisequanimity,thoughIstillseemedtodetectgleamsofamusementinhisexpression. “Dearme,thisisaverysaddevelopment,Watson,isitnot?”saidhe.“Andyettherearesingularpointsaboutitwhichholdoutsomehopesforourclient.” “Iamdelightedtohearit,”saidI,heartily.“Iwasafraiditwasallupwithhim.” “Iwouldhardlygosofarastosaythat,mydearWatson.Thefactisthatthereisonereallyseriousflawinthisevidencetowhichourfriendattachessomuchimportance.” “Indeed,Holmes!Whatisit?” “Onlythis:thatIknowthatthatmarkwasnottherewhenIexaminedthehallyesterday.Andnow,Watson,letushavealittlestrollroundinthesunshine.” Withaconfusedbrain,butwithaheartintowhichsomewarmthofhopewasreturning,Iaccompaniedmyfriendinawalkroundthegarden.Holmestookeachfaceofthehouseinturn,andexamineditwithgreatinterest.Hethenledthewayinside,andwentoverthewholebuildingfrombasementtoattic.Mostoftheroomswereunfurnished,butnonethelessHolmesinspectedthemallminutely.Finally,onthetopcorridor,whichranoutsidethreeuntenantedbedrooms,heagainwasseizedwithaspasmofmerriment. “Therearereallysomeveryuniquefeaturesaboutthiscase,Watson,”saidhe.“IthinkitistimenowthatwetookourfriendLestradeintoourconfidence.Hehashadhislittlesmileatourexpense,andperhapswemaydoasmuchbyhim,ifmyreadingofthisproblemprovestobecorrect.Yes,yes,IthinkIseehowweshouldapproachit.” TheScotlandYardinspectorwasstillwritingintheparlourwhenHolmesinterruptedhim. “Iunderstoodthatyouwerewritingareportofthiscase,”saidhe. “SoIam.” “Don’tyouthinkitmaybealittlepremature?Ican’thelpthinkingthatyourevidenceisnotcomplete.” Lestradeknewmyfriendtoowelltodisregardhiswords.Helaiddownhispenandlookedcuriouslyathim. “Whatdoyoumean,Mr.Holmes?” “Onlythatthereisanimportantwitnesswhomyouhavenotseen.” “Canyouproducehim?” “IthinkIcan.” “Thendoso.” “Iwilldomybest.Howmanyconstableshaveyou?” “Therearethreewithincall.” “Excellent!”saidHolmes.“MayIaskiftheyarealllarge,able-bodiedmenwithpowerfulvoices?” “Ihavenodoubttheyare,thoughIfailtoseewhattheirvoiceshavetodowithit.” “PerhapsIcanhelpyoutoseethatandoneortwootherthingsaswell,”saidHolmes.“Kindlysummonyourmen,andIwilltry.” Fiveminuteslater,threepolicemenhadassembledinthehall. “Intheouthouseyouwillfindaconsiderablequantityofstraw,”saidHolmes.“Iwillaskyoutocarry