|The Hound of the Baskervilles|
THREE BROKEN THREADS
SHERLOCK HOLMES had, in a very remarkable degree, the
power of detaching his mind at will. For two hours the strange business in which we had
been involved appeared to be forgotten, and he was entirely absorbed in the pictures of
the modern Belgian masters. He would talk of nothing but art, of which he had the crudest
ideas, from our leaving the gallery until we found ourselves at the Northumberland Hotel.
Seems to me they are playing me for a sucker in this hotel, he cried. Theyll find theyve started in to monkey with the wrong man unless they are careful. By thunder, if that chap cant find my missing boot there will be trouble. I can take a joke with the best, Mr. Holmes, but theyve got a bit over the mark this time.
Still looking for your boot?
Yes, sir, and mean to find it.
But, surely, you said that it was a new brown boot?
So it was, sir. And now its an old black one.
What! you dont mean to say ?
Thats just what I do mean to say. I only had three pairs in the world the new brown, the old black, and the patent leathers, which I am wearing. Last night they took one of my brown ones, and to-day they have sneaked one of the black. Well, have you got it? Speak out, man, and dont stand staring!
An agitated German waiter had appeared upon the scene.
No, sir; I have made inquiry all over the hotel, but I can hear no word of it.
Well, either that boot comes back before sundown or Ill see the manager and tell him that I go right straight out of this hotel.
It shall be found, sirI promise you that if you will have a little patience it will be found.
Mind it is, for its the last thing of mine that Ill lose in this den of thieves. Well, well, Mr. Holmes, youll excuse my troubling you about such a trifle
I think its well worth troubling about.
Why, you look very serious over it.
How do you explain it?
I just dont attempt to explain it. It seems the very maddest, queerest thing that ever happened to me.
The queerest perhaps said Holmes thoughtfully.
What do you make of it yourself?
Well, I dont profess to understand it yet. This case of yours is very complex, Sir Henry. When taken in conjunction with your uncles death I am not sure that of all the five hundred cases of capital importance which I have handled there is one which cuts so deep. But we hold several threads in our hands, and the odds are that one or other of them guides us to the truth. We may waste time in following the wrong one, but sooner or later we must come upon the right.
We had a pleasant luncheon in which little was said of the business which had brought us together. It was in the private sitting-room to which we afterwards repaired that Holmes asked Baskerville what were his intentions.
To go to Baskerville Hall.
At the end of the week.
On the whole, said Holmes, I think that your decision is a wise one. I have ample evidence that you are being dogged in London, and amid the millions of this great city it is difficult to discover who these people are or what their object can be.  If their intentions are evil they might do you a mischief, and we should be powerless to prevent it. You did not know, Dr. Mortimer, that you were followed this morning from my house?
Dr. Mortimer started violently.
Followed! By whom?
That, unfortunately, is what I cannot tell you. Have you among your neighbours or acquaintances on Dartmoor any man with a black, full beard?
Noor, let me seewhy, yes. Barrymore, Sir Charless butler, is a man with a full, black beard.
Ha! Where is Barrymore?
He is in charge of the Hall.
We had best ascertain if he is really there, or if by any possibility he might be in London.
How can you do that?
Give me a telegraph form. Is all ready for Sir Henry? That will do. Address to Mr. Barrymore, Baskerville Hall. What is the nearest telegraph-office? Grimpen. Very good, we will send a second wire to the postmaster, Grimpen: Telegram to Mr. Barrymore to be delivered into his own hand. If absent, please return wire to Sir Henry Baskerville, Northumberland Hotel. That should let us know before evening whether Barrymore is at his post in Devonshire or not.
Thats so, said Baskerville. By the way, Dr. Mortimer, who is this Barrymore, anyhow?
He is the son of the old caretaker, who is dead. They have looked after the Hall for four generations now. So far as I know, he and his wife are as respectable a couple as any in the county.
At the same time, said Baskerville, its clear enough that so long as there are none of the family at the Hall these people have a mighty fine home and nothing to do.
That is true.
Did Barrymore profit at all by Sir Charless will? asked Holmes.
He and his wife had five hundred pounds each.
Ha! Did they know that they would receive this?
Yes; Sir Charles was very fond of talking about the provisions of his will.
That is very interesting.
I hope, said Dr. Mortimer, that you do not look with suspicious eyes upon everyone who received a legacy from Sir Charles, for I also had a thousand pounds left to me.
Indeed! And anyone else?
There were many insignificant sums to individuals, and a large number of public charities. The residue all went to Sir Henry.
And how much was the residue?
Seven hundred and forty thousand pounds.
Holmes raised his eyebrows in surprise. I had no idea that so gigantic a sum was involved, said he.
Sir Charles had the reputation of being rich, but we did not know how very rich he was until we came to examine his securities. The total value of the estate was close on to a million.
Dear me! It is a stake for which a man might well play a desperate game. And one more question, Dr. Mortimer. Supposing that anything happened to our  young friend hereyou will forgive the unpleasant hypothesis!who would inherit the estate?
Since Rodger Baskerville, Sir Charless younger brother, died unmarried, the estate would descend to the Desmonds, who are distant cousins. James Desmond is an elderly clergyman in Westmoreland.
Thank you. These details are all of great interest. Have you met Mr. James Desmond?
Yes; he once came down to visit Sir Charles. He is a man of venerable appearance and of saintly life. I remember that he refused to accept any settlement from Sir Charles, though he pressed it upon him.
And this man of simple tastes would be the heir to Sir Charless thousands.
He would be the heir to the estate because that is entailed. He would also be the heir to the money unless it were willed otherwise by the present owner, who can, of course, do what he likes with it.
And have you made your will, Sir Henry?
No, Mr. Holmes, I have not. Ive had no time, for it was only yesterday that I learned how matters stood. But in any case I feel that the money should go with the title and estate. That was my poor uncles idea. How is the owner going to restore the glories of the Baskervilles if he has not money enough to keep up the property? House, land, and dollars must go together.
Quite so. Well, Sir Henry, I am of one mind with you as to the advisability of your going down to Devonshire without delay. There is only one provision which I must make. You certainly must not go alone.
Dr. Mortimer returns with me.
But Dr. Mortimer has his practice to attend to, and his house is miles away from yours. With all the good will in the world he may be unable to help you. No, Sir Henry, you must take with you someone, a trusty man, who will be always by your side.
Is it possible that you could come yourself, Mr. Holmes?
If matters came to a crisis I should endeavour to be present in person; but you can understand that, with my extensive consulting practice and with the constant appeals which reach me from many quarters, it is impossible for me to be absent from London for an indefinite time. At the present instant one of the most revered names in England is being besmirched by a blackmailer, and only I can stop a disastrous scandal. You will see how impossible it is for me to go to Dartmoor.
Whom would you recommend, then?
Holmes laid his hand upon my arm.
If my friend would undertake it there is no man who is better worth having at your side when you are in a tight place. No one can say so more confidently than I.
The proposition took me completely by surprise, but before
I had time to answer, Baskerville seized me by the hand and wrung it heartily.
There go two of my threads, Watson. There is nothing
more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you. We must cast round for
The man looked surprised and a little embarrassed.
Why, theres no good my telling you things, for you seem to know as much as I
do already, said he. The truth is that the gentleman told me that he was a
detective and that I was to say nothing about him to anyone.
|David Soucek, 1998|