"As I sat by my bedroom window I saw three men in the moonlight down by the lodge gate yonder, but I thought nothing of it at the time.It was more than an hour after that I heard my mistress scream, and down I ran, to find her, poor lamb, just as she says, and him on the floor with his blood and brains over the room.It was enough to drive a woman out of her wits, tied there, and her very dress spotted with him; but she never wanted courage, did Miss Mary Fraser of Adelaide, and Lady Brackenstall of Abbey Grange hasn't learned new ways.You've questioned her long enough, you gentlemen, and now she is coming to her own room, just with her old Theresa, to get the rest that she badly needs."With a motherly tenderness the gaunt woman put her arm round her mistress and led her from the room.
"She has been with her all her life," said Hopkins.
"Nursed her as a baby, and came with her to England when they first left Australia eighteen months ago.
Theresa Wright is her name, and the kind of maid you don't pick up nowadays.This way, Mr.Holmes, if you please!"The keen interest had passed out of Holmes's expressive face, and I knew that with the mystery all the charm of the case had departed.There still remained an arrest to be effected, but what were these commonplace rogues that he should soil his hands with them? An abstruse and learned specialist who finds that he has been called in for a case of measles would experience something of the annoyance which I read in my friend's eyes.
Yet the scene in the dining-room of the Abbey Grange was sufficiently strange to arrest his attention and to recall his waning interest.
It was a very large and high chamber, with carved oak ceiling, oaken panelling, and a fine array of deer's heads and ancient weapons around the walls.At the farther end from the door was the high French window of which we had heard.Three smaller windows on the right-hand side filled the apartment with cold winter sunshine.On the left was a large, deep fireplace, with a massive, over-hanging oak mantelpiece.Beside the fireplace was a heavy oaken chair with arms and cross-bars at the bottom.
In and out through the open woodwork was woven a crimson cord, which was secured at each side to the crosspiece below.
In releasing the lady the cord had been slipped off her, but the knots with which it had been secured still remained.
These details only struck our attention afterwards, for our thoughts were entirely absorbed by the terrible object which lay upon the tiger-skin hearthrug in front of the fire.
It was the body of a tall, well-made man, about forty years of age.He lay upon his back, his face upturned, with his white teeth grinning through his short black beard.His two clenched hands were raised above his head, and a heavy blackthorn stick lay across them.His dark, handsome, aquiline features were convulsed into a spasm of vindictive hatred, which had set his dead face in a terribly fiendish expression.He had evidently been in his bed when the alarm had broken out, for he wore a foppish embroidered night-shirt, and his bare feet projected from his trousers.His head was horribly injured, and the whole room bore witness to the savage ferocity of the blow which had struck him down.Beside him lay the heavy poker, bent into a curve by the concussion.Holmes examined both it and the indescribable wreck which it had wrought.
"He must be a powerful man, this elder Randall," he remarked.
"Yes," said Hopkins."I have some record of the fellow, and he is a rough customer.""You should have no difficulty in getting him.""Not the slightest.We have been on the look-out for him, and there was some idea that he had got away to America.
Now that we know the gang are here I don't see how they can escape.We have the news at every seaport already, and a reward will be offered before evening.What beats me is how they could have done so mad a thing, knowing that the lady could describe them, and that we could not fail to recognise the description.""Exactly.One would have expected that they would have silenced Lady Brackenstall as well.""They may not have realized," I suggested, "that she had recovered from her faint.""That is likely enough.If she seemed to be senseless they would not take her life.What about this poor fellow, Hopkins?
I seem to have heard some queer stories about him.""He was a good-hearted man when he was sober, but a perfect fiend when he was drunk, or rather when he was half drunk, for he seldom really went the whole way.The devil seemed to be in him at such times, and he was capable of anything.
From what I hear, in spite of all his wealth and his title, he very nearly came our way once or twice.There was a scandal about his drenching a dog with petroleum and setting it on fire -- her ladyship's dog, to make the matter worse --and that was only hushed up with difficulty.Then he threw a decanter at that maid, Theresa Wright; there was trouble about that.On the whole, and between ourselves, it will be a brighter house without him.What are you looking at now?"Holmes was down on his knees examining with great attention the knots upon the red cord with which the lady had been secured.
Then he carefully scrutinized the broken and frayed end where it had snapped off when the burglar had dragged it down.
"When this was pulled down the bell in the kitchen must have rung loudly," he remarked.
"No one could hear it.The kitchen stands right at the back of the house.""How did the burglar know no one would hear it? How dared he pull at a bell-rope in that reckless fashion?""Exactly, Mr.Holmes, exactly.You put the very question which I have asked myself again and again.There can be no doubt that this fellow must have known the house and its habits.He must have perfectly understood that the servants would all be in bed at that comparatively early hour, and that no one could possibly hear a bell ring in the kitchen.Therefore he must have been in close league with one of the servants.Surely that is evident.
