the adventure of the red circle-第2章

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should　be　needed。

　　〃There　are　certainly　some　points　of　interest　in　this　case；

Watson；〃　he　remarked　when　the　landlady　had　left　us。　〃It　may；　of

course；　be　trivial…　individual　eccentricity；　or　it　may　be　very　much

deeper　than　appears　on　the　surface。　The　first　thing　that　strikes　one

is　the　obvious　possibility　that　the　person　now　in　the　rooms　may　be

entirely　different　from　the　one　who　engaged　them。〃

　　〃Why　should　you　think　so？〃

　　〃Well；　apart　from　this　cigarette…end；　was　it　not　suggestive　that　the

only　time　the　lodger　went　out　was　immediately　after　his　taking　the

rooms？　He　came　back…　or　someone　came　back…　when　all　witnesses　were　out

of　the　way。　We　have　no　proof　that　the　person　who　came　back　was　the

person　who　went　out。　Then；　again；　the　man　who　took　the　rooms　spoke

English　well。　This　other；　however；　prints　'match'　when　it　should

have　been　'matches。'　I　can　imagine　that　the　word　was　taken　out　of　a

dictionary；　which　would　give　the　noun　but　not　the　plural。　The

laconic　style　may　be　to　conceal　the　absence　of　knowledge　of　English。

Yes；　Watson；　there　are　good　reasons　to　suspect　that　there　has　been　a

substitution　of　lodgers。〃

　　〃But　for　what　possible　end？〃

　　〃Ah！　there　lies　our　problem。　There　is　one　rather　obvious　line　of

investigation。〃　He　took　down　the　great　book　in　which；　day　by　day；　he

filed　the　agony　columns　of　the　various　London　journals。　〃Dear　me！〃

said　he；　turning　over　the　pages；　〃what　a　chorus　of　groans；　cries；

and　bleatings！　What　a　rag…bag　of　singular　happenings！　But　surely　the

most　valuable　hunting…ground　that　ever　was　given　to　a　student　of　the

unusual！　This　person　is　alone　and　cannot　be　approached　by　letter

without　a　breach　of　that　absolute　secrecy　which　is　desired。　How　is　any

news　or　any　message　to　reach　him　from　without？　Obviously　by

advertisement　through　a　news　paper。　There　seems　no　other　way；　and

fortunately　we　need　concern　ourselves　with　the　one　paper　only。　Here

are　the　Daily　Gazette　extracts　of　the　last　fortnight。　'Lady　with　a

black　boa　at　Prince's　Skating　Club'…　that　we　may　pass。　'Surely　Jimmy

will　not　break　his　mother's　heart'…　that　appears　to　be　irrelevant。　'If

the　lady　who　fainted　in　the　Brixton　bus'…　she　does　not　interest　me。

'Every　day　my　heart　longs…'　Bleat；　Watson…　unmitigated　bleat！　Ah；　this

is　a　little　more　possible。　Listen　to　this：　'Be　patient。　Will　find　some

sure　means　of　communication。　Meanwhile；　this　column。　G。'　That　is　two

days　after　Mrs。　Warren's　lodger　arrived。　It　sounds　plausible；　does

it　not？　The　mysterious　one　could　understand　English；　even　if　he

could　not　print　it。　Let　us　see　if　we　can　pick　up　the　trace　again。　Yes；

here　we　are…　three　days　later。　'Am　making　successful　arrangements。

Patience　and　prudence。　The　clouds　will　pass。　G。'　Nothing　for　a　week

after　that。　Then　comes　something　much　more　definite：　'The　path　is

clearing。　If　I　find　chance　signal　message　remember　code　agreed…　one　A；

two　B；　and　so　on。　You　will　hear　soon。　G。'　That　was　in　yesterday's

paper；　and　there　is　nothing　in　to…day's。　It's　all　very　appropriate

to　Mrs。　Warren's　lodger。　If　we　wait　a　little；　Watson；　I　don't　doubt

that　the　affair　will　grow　more　intelligible。〃

　　So　it　proved；　for　in　the　morning　I　found　my　friend　standing　on　the

hearthrug　with　his　back　to　the　fire　and　a　smile　of　complete

satisfaction　upon　his　face。

　　〃How's　this；　Watson？〃　he　cried；　picking　up　the　paper　from　the　table。

'High　red　house　with　white　stone　facings。　Third　floor。　Second　window

left。　After　dusk。　G。'　That　is　definite　enough。　I　think　after　breakfast

we　must　make　a　little　reconnaissance　of　Mrs。　Warren's　neighbourhood。

Ah；　Mrs。　Warren！　what　news　do　you　bring　us　this　morning？〃

　　Our　client　had　suddenly　burst　into　the　room　with　an　explosive　energy

which　told　of　some　new　and　momentous　development。

　　〃It's　a　police　matter；　Mr。　Holmes〃　she　cried。　〃I'll　have　no　more

of　it。　He　shall　pack　out　of　there　with　his　baggage。　I　would　have

gone　straight　up　and　told　him　so；　only　I　thought　it　was　but　fair　to

you　to　take　your　opinion　first。　But　I'm　at　the　end　of　my　patience；　and

when　it　comes　to　knocking　my　old　man　about…〃

　　〃Knocking　Mr。　Warren　about？〃

　　〃Using　him　roughly；　anyway。〃

　　〃But　who　used　him　roughly？〃

　　〃Ah！　that's　what　we　want　to　know！　It　was　this　morning；　sir。　Mr。

Warren　is　a　timekeeper　at　Morton　and　Waylight's；　in　Tottenham　Court

Road。　He　has　to　be　out　of　the　house　before　seven。　Well；　this　morning

he　had　not　gone　ten　paces　down　the　road　when　two　men　came　up　behind

him；　threw　a　coat　over　his　head；　and　bundled　him　into　a　cab　that　was

beside　the　curb。　They　drove　him　an　hour；　and　then　opened　the　door

and　shot　him　out。　He　lay　in　the　roadway　so　shaken　in　his　wits　that

he　never　saw　what　became　of　the　cab。　When　he　picked　himself　up　he

found　he　was　on　Hampstead　Heath；　so　he　took　a　bus　home；　and　there　he

lies　now　on　the　sofa；　while　I　came　straight　round　to　tell　you　what　had

happened。〃

　　〃Most　interesting；〃　said　Holmes。　〃Did　he　observe　the　appearance　of

these　men…　did　he　hear　them　talk？〃

　　〃No；　he　is　clean　dazed。　He　just　knows　that　he　was　lifted　up　as　if　by

magic　and　dropped　as　if　by　magic。　Two　at　least　were　in　it；　and　maybe

three。〃

　　〃And　you　connect　this　attack　with　your　lodger？〃

　　〃Well；　we've　lived　there　fifteen　years　and　no　such　happenings　ever

came　before。　I've　had　enough　of　him。　Money's　not　everything。　I'll　have

him　out　of　my　house　before　the　day　is　done。〃

　　〃Wait　a　bit；　Mrs。　Warren。　Do　nothing　rash。　I　begin　to　think　that

this　affair　may　be　very　much　more　important　than　appeared　at　first

sight。　It　is　clear　now　that　some　danger　is　threatening　your　lodger。　It

is　equally　clear　that　his　enemies；　lying　in　wait　for　him　near　your

door；　mistook　your　husband　for　him　in　the　foggy　morning　light。　On

discovering　their　mistake　they　released　him。　What　they　would　have　done

had　it　not　been　a　mistake；　we　can　only　conjecture。〃

　　〃Well；　what　am　I　to　do；　Mr。　Holmes？〃

　　〃I　have　a　great　fancy　to　see　this　lodger　of　yours；　Mrs。　Warren。〃

　　〃I　don't　see　how　that　is　to　be　managed；　unless　you　break　in　the

door。　I　always　hear　him　unlock　it　as　I　go　down　the　stair　after　I　leave

the　tray。〃

　　〃He　has　to　take　the　tray　in。　Surely　we　could　conceal　ourselves　and

see　him　do　it。〃

　　The　landlady　thought　for　a　moment。

　　〃Well；　sir；　there's　the　box…room　opposite。　I　could　arrange　a

looking…glass；　maybe；　and　if　you　were　behind　the　door…〃

　　〃Excellent！〃　said　Holmes。　〃When　does　he　lunch？〃

　　〃About　one；　sir。〃

　　〃Then　Dr。　Watson　and　I　will　come　round　in　time。　For　the　present；

Mrs。　Warren；　good…bye。〃

　　At　half…past　twelve　we　found　ourselves　upon　the　steps　of　Mrs。

Warren's　house…　a　high；　thin；　yellow…brick　edifice　in　Great　Orme

Street；　a　narrow　thoroughfare　at　the　northeast　side　of　the　British

Museum。　Standing　as　it　does　near　the　corner　of　the　street；　it　commands

a　view　down　Howe　Street；　with　its　more　pretentious　houses。　Holmes

pointed　with　a　chuckle　to　one　of　these；　a　row　of　residential　flats；

which　projected　so　that　they　could　not　fail　to　catch　the　eye。

　　〃See；　Watson！〃　said　he。　〃'High　red　house　with　stone　facings。'

There　is　the　signal　station　all　right。　We　know　the　place；　and　we

know　the　code；　so　surely　our　task　should　be　simple。　There's　a　'to　let'

card　in　that　window。　It　is　evidently　an　empty　flat　to　which　the

confederate　has　access。　Well；　Mrs。　Warren；　what　now？〃

　　〃I　have　it　all　ready　for　you。　If　you　will　both　come　up　and　leave

your　boots　below　on　the　landing；　I'll　put　you　there　now。〃

　　It　was　an　excellent　hiding…place　which　she　had　arranged。　The

mirror　was　so　placed　that；　seated　in　the　dark；　we　could　very　plainly

see　the　door　opposite。　We　had　hardly　settled　down　in　it；　and　Mrs。

Warren　left　us；　when　a　distant　tinkle　announced　that　our　mysterious

neighbour　had　rung。　Presently　the　landlady　appeared　with　the　tray；

laid　it　down　upon　a　chair　beside　the　closed　door；　and　then；　treading

heavily；　departed。　Crouching　together　in　the　angle　of　the　door；　we

kept　our　eyes　fixed　upon　the　mirror。　Suddenly；　as　the　landlady's

footsteps　died　away；　there　was　the　cre