Sherlock Holmes: Complete Novels & Stories in One Volume. Arthur Conan Doyle

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      “Dear little chap!” said Holmes, strategically. “What a rosy-cheeked young rascal! Now, Jack, is there anything you would like?”

      The youth pondered for a moment. “I’d like a shillin’,” said he.

      “Nothing you would like better?”

      “I’d like two shillin’ better,” the prodigy answered, after some thought.

      “Here you are, then! Catch!—A fine child, Mrs. Smith!”

      “Lor’ bless you, sir, he is that, and forward. He gets a’most too much for me to manage, ‘specially when my man is away days at a time.”

      “Away, is he?” said Holmes, in a disappointed voice. “I am sorry for that, for I wanted to speak to Mr. Smith.”

      “He’s been away since yesterday mornin’, sir, and, truth to tell, I am beginnin’ to feel frightened about him. But if it was about a boat, sir, maybe I could serve as well.”

      “I wanted to hire his steam launch.”

      “Why, bless you, sir, it is in the steam launch that he has gone. That’s what puzzles me; for I know there ain’t more coals in her than would take her to about Woolwich and back. If he’d been away in the barge I’d ha’ thought nothin’; for many a time a job has taken him as far as Gravesend, and then if there was much doin’ there he might ha’ stayed over. But what good is a steam launch without coals?”

      “He might have bought some at a wharf down the river.”

      “He might, sir, but it weren’t his way. Many a time I’ve heard him call out at the prices they charge for a few odd bags. Besides, I don’t like that wooden-legged man, wi’ his ugly face and outlandish talk. What did he want always knockin’ about here for?”

      “A wooden-legged man?” said Holmes, with bland surprise.

      “Yes, sir, a brown, monkey-faced chap that’s called more’n once for my old man. It was him that roused him up yesternight, and, what’s more, my man knew he was comin’, for he had steam up in the launch. I tell you straight, sir, I don’t feel easy in my mind about it.”

      “But, my dear Mrs. Smith,” said Holmes, shrugging his shoulders, “You are frightening yourself about nothing. How could you possibly tell that it was the wooden-legged man who came in the night? I don’t quite understand how you can be so sure.”

      “His voice, sir. I knew his voice, which is kind o’ thick and foggy. He tapped at the winder,—about three it would be. ‘Show a leg, matey,’ says he: ‘time to turn out guard.’ My old man woke up Jim,—that’s my eldest,—and away they went, without so much as a word to me. I could hear the wooden leg clackin’ on the stones.”

      “And was this wooden-legged man alone?”

      “Couldn’t say, I am sure, sir. I didn’t hear no one else.”

      “I am sorry, Mrs. Smith, for I wanted a steam launch, and I have heard good reports of the—Let me see, what is her name?”

      “The Aurora, sir.”

      “Ah! She’s not that old green launch with a yellow line, very broad in the beam?”

      “No, indeed. She’s as trim a little thing as any on the river. She’s been fresh painted, black with two red streaks.”

      “Thanks. I hope that you will hear soon from Mr. Smith. I am going down the river; and if I should see anything of the Aurora I shall let him know that you are uneasy. A black funnel, you say?”

      “No, sir. Black with a white band.”

      “Ah, of course. It was the sides which were black. Good morning, Mrs. Smith.—There is a boatman here with a wherry, Watson. We shall take it and cross the river.

      “The main thing with people of that sort,” said Holmes, as we sat in the sheets of the wherry, “is never to let them think that their information can be of the slightest importance to you. If you do, they will instantly shut up like an oyster. If you listen to them under protest, as it were, you are very likely to get what you want.”

      “Our course now seems pretty clear,” said I.

      “What would you do, then?”

      “I would engage a launch and go down the river on the track of the Aurora .”

      “My dear fellow, it would be a colossal task. She may have touched at any wharf on either side of the stream between here and Greenwich. Below the bridge there is a perfect labyrinth of landing-places for miles. It would take you days and days to exhaust them, if you set about it alone.”

      “Employ the police, then.”

      “No. I shall probably call Athelney Jones in at the last moment. He is not a bad fellow, and I should not like to do anything which would injure him professionally. But I have a fancy for working it out myself, now that we have gone so far.”

      “Could we advertise, then, asking for information from wharfingers?”

      “Worse and worse! Our men would know that the chase was hot at their heels, and they would be off out of the country. As it is, they are likely enough to leave, but as long as they think they are perfectly safe they will be in no hurry. Jones’s energy will be of use to us there, for his view of the case is sure to push itself into the daily press, and the runaways will think that every one is off on the wrong scent.”

      “What are we to do, then?” I asked, as we landed near Millbank Penitentiary.

      “Take this hansom, drive home, have some breakfast, and get an hour’s sleep. It is quite on the cards that we may be afoot tonight again. Stop at a telegraph-office, cabby! We will keep Toby, for he may be of use to us yet.”

      We pulled up at the Great Peter Street post-office, and Holmes despatched his wire. “Whom do you think that is to?” he asked, as we resumed our journey.

      “I am sure I don’t know.”

      “You remember the Baker Street division of the detective police force whom I employed in the Jefferson Hope case?”

      “Well,” СКАЧАТЬ