"Surely there are details in her story which, if we looked at it in cold blood, would excite our suspicion.These burglars made a considerable haul at Sydenham a fortnight ago.Some account of them and of their appearance was in the papers, and would naturally occur to anyone who wished to invent a story in which imaginary robbers should play a part.As a matter of fact, burglars who have done a good stroke of business are, as a rule, only too glad to enjoy the proceeds in peace and quiet without embarking on another perilous undertaking.Again, it is unusual for burglars to operate at so early an hour; it is unusual for burglars to strike a lady to prevent her screaming, since one would imagine that was the sure way to make her scream; it is unusual for them to commit murder when their numbers are sufficient to overpower one man; it is unusual for them to be content with a limited plunder when there is much more within their reach; and finally I should say that it was very unusual for such men to leave a bottle half empty.How do all these unusuals strike you, Watson?""Their cumulative effect is certainly considerable, and yet each of them is quite possible in itself.The most unusual thing of all, as it seems to me, is that the lady should be tied to the chair.""Well, I am not so clear about that, Watson; for it is evident that they must either kill her or else secure her in such a way that she could not give immediate notice of their escape.
But at any rate I have shown, have I not, that there is a certain element of improbability about the lady's story? And now on the top of this comes the incident of the wine-glasses.""What about the wine-glasses?"
"Can you see them in your mind's eye?"
"I see them clearly."
"We are told that three men drank from them.
Does that strike you as likely?"
"Why not? There was wine in each glass.""Exactly; but there was bees-wing only in one glass.You must have noticed that fact.What does that suggest to your mind?""The last glass filled would be most likely to contain bees-wing.""Not at all.The bottle was full of it, and it is inconceivable that the first two glasses were clear and the third heavily charged with it.There are two possible explanations, and only two.One is that after the second glass was filled the bottle was violently agitated, and so the third glass received the bees-wing.That does not appear probable.No, no; I am sure that I am right.""What, then, do you suppose?"
"That only two glasses were used, and that the dregs of both were poured into a third glass, so as to give the false impression that three people had been here.In that way all the bees-wing would be in the last glass, would it not? Yes, I am convinced that this is so.But if I have hit upon the true explanation of this one small phenomenon, then in an instant the case rises from the commonplace to the exceedingly remarkable, for it can only mean that Lady Brackenstall and her maid have deliberately lied to us, that not one word of their story is to be believed, that they have some very strong reason for covering the real criminal, and that we must construct our case for ourselves without any help from them.That is the mission which now lies before us, and here, Watson, is the Chislehurst train."The household of the Abbey Grange were much surprised at our return, but Sherlock Holmes, finding that Stanley Hopkins had gone off to report to head-quarters, took possession of the dining-room, locked the door upon the inside, and devoted himself for two hours to one of those minute and laborious investigations which formed the solid basis on which his brilliant edifices of deduction were reared.Seated in a corner like an interested student who observes the demonstration of his professor, I followed every step of that remarkable research.
The window, the curtains, the carpet, the chair, the rope -- each in turn was minutely examined and duly pondered.The body of the unfortunate baronet had been removed, but all else remained as we had seen it in the morning.Then, to my astonishment, Holmes climbed up on to the massive mantelpiece.Far above his head hung the few inches of red cord which were still attached to the wire.For a long time he gazed upward at it, and then in an attempt to get nearer to it he rested his knee upon a wooden bracket on the wall.This brought his hand within a few inches of the broken end of the rope, but it was not this so much as the bracket itself which seemed to engage his attention.
Finally he sprang down with an ejaculation of satisfaction.
"It's all right, Watson," said he."We have got our case --one of the most remarkable in our collection.But, dear me, how slow-witted I have been, and how nearly I have committed the blunder of my lifetime! Now, I think that with a few missing links my chain is almost complete.""You have got your men?"
"Man, Watson, man.Only one, but a very formidable person.
Strong as a lion -- witness the blow that bent that poker.
Six foot three in height, active as a squirrel, dexterous with his fingers; finally, remarkably quick-witted, for this whole ingenious story is of his concoction.Yes, Watson, we have come upon the handiwork of a very remarkable individual.
And yet in that bell-rope he has given us a clue which should not have left us a doubt.""Where was the clue?"
"Well, if you were to pull down a bell-rope, Watson, where would you expect it to break? Surely at the spot where it is attached to the wire.Why should it break three inches from the top as this one has done?""Because it is frayed there?"
"Exactly.This end, which we can examine, is frayed.He was cunning enough to do that with his knife.But the other end is not frayed.You could not observe that from here, but if you were on the mantelpiece you would see that it is cut clean off without any mark of fraying whatever.You can reconstruct what occurred.The man needed the rope.He would not tear it down for fear of giving the alarm by ringing the bell.What did he do?
