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ears。 The window was being opened。 The noise ceased; and again there

was a long silence。 The fellow was making his way into the house。 We

saw the sudden flash of a dark lantern inside the room。 What he sought

was evidently not there; for again we saw the flash through another

blind; and then through another。

  〃Let us get to the open window。 We will nab him as he climbs out;〃

Lestrade whispered。

  But before we could move; the man had emerged again。 As he came

out into the glimmering patch of light; we saw that he carried

something white under his arm。 He looked stealthily all round him。 The

silence of the deserted street reassured him。 Turning his back upon us

he laid down his burden; and the next instant there was the sound of a

sharp tap; followed by a clatter and rattle。 The man was so intent

upon what he was doing that he never heard our steps as we stole

across the grass plot。 With the bound of a tiger Holmes was on his

back; and an instant later Lestrade and I had him by either wrist; and

the handcuffs had been fastened。 As we turned him over I saw a

hideous; sallow face; with writhing; furious features; glaring up at

us; and I knew that it was indeed the man of the photograph whom we

had secured。

  But it was not our prisoner to whom Holmes was giving his attention。

Squatted on the doorstep; he was engaged in most carefully examining

that which the man had brought from the house。 It was a bust of

Napoleon; like the one which we had seen that morning; and it had been

broken into similar fragments。 Carefully Holmes held each separate

shard to the light; but in no way did it differ from any other

shattered piece of plaster。 He had just completed his examination when

the hall lights flew up; the door opened; and the owner of the

house; a jovial; rotund figure in shirt and trousers; presented

himself。

  〃Mr。 Josiah Brown; I suppose?〃 said Holmes。

  〃Yes; sir; and you; no doubt; are Mr。 Sherlock Holmes? I had the

note which you sent by the express messenger; and I did exactly what

you told me。 We locked every door on the inside and awaited

developments。 Well; I'm very glad to see that you have got the rascal。

I hope; gentlemen; that you will come in and have some refreshment。〃

  However; Lestrade was anxious to get his man into safe quarters;

so within a few minutes our cab had been summoned and we were all four

upon our way to London。 Not a word would our captive say; but he

glared at us from the shadow of his matted hair; and once; when my

hand seemed within his reach; he snapped at it like a hungry wolf。

We stayed long enough at the police…station to learn that a search

of his clothing revealed nothing save a few shillings and a long

sheath knife; the handle of which bore copious traces of recent blood。

  〃That's all right;〃 said Lestrade; as we parted。 〃Hill knows all

these gentry; and he will give a name to him。 You'll find that my

theory of the Mafia will work out all right。 But I'm sure I am

exceedingly obliged to you; Mr。 Holmes; for the workmanlike way in

which you laid hands upon him。 I don't quite understand it all yet。〃

  〃I fear it is rather too late an hour for explanations;〃 said

Holmes。 〃Besides; there are one or two details which are not

finished off; and it is one of those cases which are worth working out

to the very end。 If you will come round once more to my rooms at six

o'clock to…morrow; I think I shall be able to show you that even now

you have not grasped the entire meaning of this business; which

presents some features which make it absolutely original in the

history of crime。 If ever I permit you to chronicle any more of my

little problems; Watson; I foresee that you will enliven your pages by

an account of the singular adventure of the Napoleonic busts。〃

  When we met again next evening; Lestrade was furnished with much

information concerning our prisoner。 His name; it appeared; was Beppo;

second name unknown。 He was a well…known ne'er…do…well among the

Italian colony。 He had once been a skilful sculptor and had earned

an honest living; but he had taken to evil courses and had twice

already been in jail… once for a petty theft; and once; as we had

already heard; for stabbing a fellow…countryman。 He could talk English

perfectly well。 His reasons for destroying the busts were still

unknown; and he refused to answer any questions upon the subject;

but the police had discovered that these same busts might very well

have been made by his own hands; since he was engaged in this class of

work at the establishment of Gelder & Co。 To all this information;

much of which we already knew; Holmes listened with polite

attention; but I; who knew him so well; could clearly see that his

thoughts were elsewhere; and I detected a mixture of mingled

uneasiness and expectation beneath that mask which he was wont to

assume。 At last he started in his chair; and his eyes brightened。

There had been a ring at the bell。 A minute later we heard steps

upon the stairs; and an elderly red…faced man with grizzled

side…whiskers was ushered in。 In his right hand he carried an

old…fashioned carpet…bag; which he placed upon the table。

  〃Is Mr。 Sherlock Holmes here?〃

  My friend bowed and smiled。 〃Mr。 Sandeford; of Reading; I

suppose?〃 said he。

  〃Yes; sir; I fear that I am a little late; but the trains were

awkward。 You wrote to me about a bust that is in my possession。〃

  〃Exactly。〃

  〃I have your letter here。 You said; 'I desire to possess a copy of

Devine's Napoleon; and am prepared to pay you ten pounds for the one

which is in your possession。' Is that right?〃

  〃Certainly。〃

  〃I was very much surprised at your letter; for I could not imagine

how you knew that I owned such a thing。〃

  〃Of course you must have been surprised; but the explanation is very

simple。 Mr。 Harding; of Harding Brothers; said that they had sold

you their last copy; and he gave me your address。〃

  〃Oh; that was it; was it? Did he tell you what I paid for it?〃

  〃No; he did not。〃

  〃Well; I am an honest man; though not a very rich one。 I only gave

fifteen shillings for the bust; and I think you ought to know that

before I take ten pounds from you。

  〃I am sure the scruple does you honour; Mr。 Sandeford。 But I have

named that price; so I intend to stick to it。〃

  〃Well; it is very handsome of you; Mr。 Holmes。 I brought the bust up

with me; as you asked me to do。 Here it is!〃 He opened his bag; and at

last we saw placed upon our table a complete specimen of that bust

which we had already seen more than once in fragments。

  Holmes took a paper from his pocket and laid a ten…pound note upon

the table。

  〃You will kindly sign that paper; Mr。 Sandeford; in the presence

of these witnesses。 It is simply to say that you transfer every

possible right that you ever had in the bust to me。 I am a

methodical man; you see; and you never know what turn events might

take afterwards。 Thank you; Mr。 Sandeford; here is your money; and I

wish you a very good evening。〃

  When our visitor had disappeared; Sherlock Holmes's movements were

such as to rivet our attention。 He began by taking a clean white cloth

from a drawer and laying it over the table。 Then he placed his newly

acquired bust in the centre of the cloth。 Finally; he picked up his

hunting…crop and struck Napoleon a shard blow on the top of the

head。 The figure broke into fragments; and Holmes bent eagerly over

the shattered remains。 Next instant; with a loud shout of triumph he

held up one splinter; in which a round; dark object was fixed like a

plum in a pudding。

  〃Gentlemen;〃 he cried; 〃let me introduce you to the famous black

pearl of the Borgias。〃

  Lestrade and I sat silent for a moment; and then; with a spontaneous

impulse; we both broke at the well…wrought crisis of a play。 A flush

of colour sprang to Holmes's pale cheeks; and he bowed to us like

the master dramatist who receives the homage of his audience。 It was

at such moments that for an instant he ceased to be a reasoning

machine; and betrayed his human love for admiration and applause。

The same singularly 

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