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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "`What is it, uncle?' I cried.
2.  Holmes thought for a little, and then a curious smile played overhis face.
3.  The Coroner: What did you understand by that?
4.  "'And you have been most intimately associated with someone whoseinitials were J. A., and whom you afterwards were eager to entirelyforget.'
5.  "'No, I cannot!' I answered sharply. 'I have been far too generouswith you in money matters.'
6.  "You are the first who have ever heard my story. My father was aschool-master in Chesterfield, where I received an excellenteducation. I travelled in my youth, took to the stage, and finallybecame a reporter on an evening paper in London. One day my editorwished to have a series of articles upon begging in the metropolis,and I volunteered to supply them. There was the point from which allmy adventures started. It was only by trying begging as an amateurthat I could get the facts upon which to base my articles. When anactor I had, of course learned all the secrets of making up, and hadbeen famous in the green-room for my skill. I took advantage now of myattainments. I painted my face, and to make myself as pitiable aspossible I made a good scar and fixed one side of my lip in a twist bythe aid of a small slip of flesh-coloured plaster. Then with a redhead of hair, and an appropriate dress, I took my station in thebusiness part of the city, ostensibly as a match-seller but reallyas a beggar. For seven hours I plied my trade, and when I returnedhome in the evening I found to my surprise that I had received no lessthan 26s. 4d.


1.  "Yes, that's the question. Who had the house before you?""A retired sea captain called Ferguson."
2.  .
3.  "Well, it is very handsome of you, Mr. Holmes. I brought the bust upwith me, as you asked me to do. Here it is!" He opened his bag, and atlast we saw placed upon our table a complete specimen of that bustwhich we had already seen more than once in fragments.
4.  A moment later our modest apartment, already so distinguished thatmorning, was further honoured by the entrance of the most lovely womanin London. I had often heard of the beauty of the youngest daughter ofthe Duke of Belminster, but no description of it, and no contemplationof colourless photographs, had prepared me for the subtle, delicatecharm and the beautiful colouring of that exquisite head. And yet aswe saw it that autumn morning, it was not its beauty which would bethe first thing to impress the observer. The cheek was lovely but itwas paled with emotion, the eyes were bright but it was the brightnessof fever, the sensitive mouth was tight and drawn in an effort afterself-command. Terror- not beauty- was what sprang first to the eyeas our fair visitor stood framed for an instant in the open door."Has my husband been here, Mr. Holmes?"
5.  It was evening of a dull, foggy November day when, having left ourbags at the Chequers, Lamberley, we drove through the Sussex clay of along winding lane and finally reached the isolated and ancientfarmhouse in which Ferguson dwelt. It was a large, stragglingbuilding, very old in the centre, very new at the wings withtowering Tudor chimneys and a lichen-spotted, high-pitched roof ofHorsham slabs. The doorsteps were worn into curves, and the ancienttiles which lined the porch were marked with the rebus of a cheese anda man after the original builder. Within, the ceilings were corrugatedwith heavy oaken beams, and the uneven floors sagged into sharpcurves. An odour of age and decay pervaded the whole crumblingbuilding.
6.  "It was a joke, my good sir- a practical joke, nothing more," hewhined incessantly. "I assure you, sir, that I simply concealed myselfin order to see the effect of my disappearance, and I am sure that youwould not be so unjust as to imagine that I would have allowed anyharm to befall poor young Mr. McFarlane."


1.  "What about the Hall lake and the chance of a pike?" said Holmes.The face of the innkeeper clouded.
3.  "So much for the string, then," said Holmes, smiling, "now for thebox wrapper. Brown paper, with a distinct smell of coffee. What didyou not observe it? I think there can be no doubt of it. Addressprinted in rather straggling characters: 'Miss S. Cushing, CrossStreet, Croydon.' Done with a broad-pointed pen, probably a J and withvery inferior ink. The word 'Croydon' has been originally spelled withan 'i,' which has been changed to 'y.' The parcel was directed,then, by a man- the printing is distinctly masculine- of limitededucation and unacquainted with the town of Croydon. So far, sogood! The box is a yellow, half-pound honeydew box, with nothingdistinctive save two thumb marks at the left bottom corner. It isfilled with rough salt of the quality used for preserving hides andother of the coarser commercial purposes. And embedded in it are thesevery singular enclosures."
4.  "What are you going to do, then?" I asked.
5.   "Pray tell us what has happened to you."
6.  "'Never,' said I.


1.  It was not possible for me to follow the immediate steps taken by myfriend, for I had some pressing professional business of my own, but Imet him by appointment that evening at Simpson's, where, sitting ata small table in the front window and looking down at the rushingstream of life in the Strand, he told me something of what had passed."Johnson is on the prowl," said he. "He may pick up some garbagein the darker recesses of the underworld, for it is down there, amidthe black roots of crime, that we must hunt for this man's secrets.""But if the lady will not accept what is already known, why shouldany fresh discovery of yours turn her from her purpose?""Who knows, Watson? Woman's heart and mind are insoluble puzzlesto the male. Murder might be condoned or explained, and yet somesmaller offence might rankle. Baron Gruner remarked to me-""He remarked to you!"
2.  "None save my partner with his family and an occasional friend ofArthur's. Sir George Burnwell has been several times lately. No oneelse, I think."
3.  "She wanted to see where the crime was done- had read about it inthe papers, she said. She was a very respectable, well-spoken youngwoman, sir, and I saw no harm in letting her have a peep. When she sawthat mark on the carpet, down she dropped on the floor, and lay asif she were dead. I ran to the back and got some water, but I couldnot bring her to. Then I went round the corner to the Ivy Plant forsome brandy, and by the time I had brought it back the young woman hadrecovered and was off- ashamed of herself, I daresay, and dared notface me."
4、  "The senior clerk and draughtsman, Mr. Sidney Johnson. He is a manof forty, married, with five children. He is a silent, morose man, buthe has, on the whole, an excellent record in the public service. He isunpopular with his colleagues, but a hard worker. According to his ownaccount, corroborated only by the word of his wife, he was at home thewhole of Monday evening after office hours, and his key has never leftthe watch-chain upon which it hangs."
5、  "Moriarty?"




  • 弗雷德·冯·温克尔曼 08-02

      "I have no doubt Jackson would take my practice."

  • 徐军 08-02

      "And has had no letters or callers?"

  • 周汉民 08-02

       "What do you say, dear?" said my wife, looking across at me. "Willyou go?"

  • 翟方 08-02

      "Then we come into difficulties. One would imagine that under suchcircumstances the first act of young Cadogan West would be to seizethe villain and raise the alarm. Why did he not do so? Could it havebeen an official superior who took the papers? That would explainWest's conduct. Or could the chief have given West the slip in thefog, and West started at once to London to head him off from his ownrooms, presuming that he knew where the rooms were? The call must havebeen very pressing, since he left his girl standing in the fog andmade no effort to communicate with her. Our scent runs cold here,and there is a vast gap between either hypothesis and the laying ofWest's body, with seven papers in his pocket, on the roof of aMetropolitan train. My instinct now is to work from the other end.If Mycroft has given us the list of addresses we may be able to pickour man and follow two tracks instead of one."

  • 努尔加玛丽·尼亚孜 08-01

    {  "No, it is more serious than that. To revenge crime is important,but to prevent it is more so. It is a terrible thing, Mr. Holmes, tosee a dreadful event, an atrocious situation, preparing itselfbefore your eyes, to clearly understand whither it will lead and yetto be utterly unable to avert it. Can a human being be placed in amore trying position?"

  • 艾森豪威尔 07-31

      "I cannot see how such a message as this could inspire horror. Itseems to me to be rather grotesque than otherwise."}

  • 周萍 07-31

      Hall Pycroft shook his clenched hands in the air. "Good Lord!" hecried "while I have been fooled in this way, what has this otherHall Pycroft been doing at Mawson's? What should we do, Mr. Holmes?Tell me what to do."

  • 谈露洁 07-31

      "No good," said Shinwell Johnson with the decided voice of theexpert. "No fence wants stuff of that sort that you can neither meltnor sell."

  • 基普 07-30

       I felt some reflection of his elation in my own mind, for I knewwell that he would not depart so far from his usual austerity ofdemeanour unless there was good cause for exultation. All the longNovember evening I waited, filled with impatience for his return. Atlast, shortly after nine o'clock, there arrived a messenger with anote:

  • 金莱特 07-28

    {  When we were left alone in the stone-flagged kitchen, it wasastonishing how rapidly that sprained ankle recovered. It was nearlynightfall, and we had eaten nothing since early morning, so that wespent some time over our meal. Holmes was lost in thought, and once ortwice he walked over to the window and stared earnestly out. It openedon to a squalid courtyard. In the far corner was a smithy, where agrimy lad was at work. On the other side were the stables. Holmeshad sat down again after one of these excursions, when he suddenlysprang out of his chair with a loud exclamation.

  • 刘怡 07-28