This Thaddeus Sholto was with his brother; there was a quarrel: so much we know.The brother is dead and the jewels are gone.So much also we know.No one saw the brother from the time Thaddeus left him.His bed had not been slept in.Thaddeus is evidently in a most disturbed state of mind.His appearance is- well, not attractive.
You see that I am weaving my web round Thaddeus.The net begins to close upon him.""You are not quite in possession of the facts yet," said Holmes.
"This splinter of wood, which I have every reason to believe to be poisoned, was in the man's scalp where you still see the mark; this card, inscribed as you see it, was on the table, and beside it lay this rather curious stone-headed instrument.How does all that fit into your theory?""Confirms it in every respect," said the fat detective pompously.
"House is full of Indian curiosities.Thaddeus brought this up, and if this splinter be poisonous Thaddeus may as well have made murderous use of it as any other man.The card is some hocus-pocus- a blind, as like as not.The only question is, how did he depart? Ah, of course, here is a hole in the roof."With great activity, considering his bulk, he sprang up the steps and squeezed through into the garret and immediately afterwards we heard his exulting voice proclaiming that he had found the trapdoor.
"He can find something," remarked Holmes, shrugging his shoulders;"he has occasional glimmerings of reason.Il n'y a pas des sots si incommodes que ceux qui ont de l'esprit!""You see!" said Athelney Jones, reappearing down the steps again;"facts are better than theories, after all.My view of the case is confirmed.There is a trapdoor communicating with the roof, and it is partly open.""It was I who opened it."
"Oh, indeed! You did notice it, then?" He seemed a little crestfallen at the discovery."Well, whoever noticed it, it shows how our gentleman got away.Inspector!""Yes, sir," from the passage.
"Ask Mr.Sholto to step this way.- Mr.Sholto, it is my duty to inform you that anything which you may say will be used against you.Iarrest you in the Queen's name as being concerned in the death of your brother.""There, now! Didn't I tell you!" cried the poor little man, throwing out his hands and looking from one to the other of us.
"Don't trouble yourself about it, Mr.Sholto," said Holmes; "I think that I can engage to clear you of the charge.""Don't promise too much, Mr.Theorist, don't promise too much!"snapped the detective."You may find it a harder matter than you think.""Not only will I clear him, Mr.Jones, but I will make you a free present of the name and description of one of the two people who were in this room last night.His name, I have every reason to believe, is Jonathan Small.He is a poorly educated man, small, active, with his right leg off, and wearing a wooden stump which is worn away upon the inner side.His left boot has a coarse, square-toed sole, with an iron band round the heel.He is a middle-aged man, much sunburned, and has been a convict.These few indications may be of some assistance to you, coupled with the fact that there is a good deal of skin missing from the palm of his hand.The other man-""Ah! the other man?" asked Athelney Jones in a sneering voice, but impressed none the less, as I could easily see, by the precision of the other's manner.
"Is a rather curious person," said Sherlock Holmes, turning upon his heel."I hope before very long to be able to introduce you to the pair of them.A word with you, Watson."He led me out to the head of the stair.
"This unexpected occurrence," he said, "has caused us rather to lose sight of the original purpose of our journey.""I have just been thinking so," I answered; "it is not right that Miss Morstan should remain in this stricken house.""No.You must escort her home.She lives with Mrs.Cecil Forrester in Lower Camberwell, so it is not very far.I will wait for you here if you will drive out again.Or perhaps you are too tired?""By no means.I don't think I could rest until I know more of this fantastic business.I have seen something of the rough side of life, but I give you my word that this quick succession of strange surprises to-night has shaken my nerve completely.I should like, however, to see the matter through with you, now that I have got so far.""Your presence will be of great service to me," he answered."We shall work the case out independently and leave this fellow Jones to exult over any mare's-nest which he may choose to construct.When you have dropped Miss Morstan, I wish you to go on to No.3 Pinchin Lane, down near the water's edge at Lambeth.The third house on the right-hand side is a bird-stuffer's; Sherman is the name.You will see a weasel holding a young rabbit in the window.Knock old Sherman up and tell him, with my compliments, that I want Toby at once.You will bring Toby back in the cab with you.""A dog, I suppose."
"Yes, a queer mongrel with a most amazing power of scent.I would rather have Toby's help than that of the whole detective force of London.""I shall bring him then," said I."It is one now.I ought to be back before three if I can get a fresh horse.""And I," said Holmes, "shall see what I can learn from Mrs, Bernstone and from the Indian servant, who, Mr.Thaddeus tells me, sleeps in the next garret.Then I shall study the great Jones's methods and listen to his not too delicate sarcasms.
"`Wir sind gewohnt dass die Menschen verhohnen was sie nicht verstehen.'
"Goethe is always pithy."
