Part 2 of Adventure 8 of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This LibriVox recording it in the public domain, recording by Ruth Golding. Adventure 8 The Adventure of the Speckled Band Part 2 It was nearly one o'clock when Sherlock Holmes returned from his excursion. He held in his hand a sheet of blue paper, scrawled over with notes and figures. I have seen the will of the deceased wife, said he. To determine its exact meaning, I have been obliged to work out the present prices of the investments with which it is concerned. The total income, which at the time of the wife's death was little short of eleven hundred pounds, is now through the fall in agricultural prices, not more than seven hundred and fifty pounds. Each daughter can claim an income of two hundred and fifty pounds in case of marriage. It is evident therefore that if both girls had married, this beauty would have had a mere pittance, while even one of them would cripple him to a very serious extent. My morning's work has not been wasted, since it has proved that he has the very strongest motives for standing in the way of anything of the sort. And now, Watson, this is too serious for dawdling, especially as the old man is aware that we are interesting ourselves in his affairs. So if you are ready, we shall call a cab and drive to Waterloo. I should be very much obliged if you would slip your revolver into your pocket. And Eley's number two is an excellent argument with gentlemen who can twist steel pokers into knots. That and a toothbrush are, I think, all that we need. At Waterloo we were fortunate in catching a train for Leatherhead, where we hired a trap at the station in, and drove for four or five miles through the lovely Surrey lanes. It was a perfect day, with a bright sun and a few fleecy clouds in the heavens. The trees and wayside hedges were just throwing out their first green shoots, and the air was full of the pleasant smell of the moist earth. To me at least there was a strange contrast between the sweet promise of the spring and this sinister quest upon which we were engaged. My companion sat in the front of the trap, his arms folded, his hat pulled down over his eyes, and his chin sunk upon his breast, buried in the deepest thought. Suddenly, however, he started, tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed over the meadows. Look there! said he. A heavily timbered park stretched up in a gentle slope, thickening into a grove at the highest point. From amid the branches there jutted out the grey gables and high roof-tree of a very old mansion. Stoke Moran said he. Yes, sir, that be the house of Dr. Grimes v. Roylott, remarked the driver. There is some building going on there, said Holmes. That is where we are going. There is the village, said the driver, pointing to a cluster of roofs some distance to the left. But if you want to get to the house you'll find it shorter to get over this style and so by the footpath over the fields. There it is where the lady is walking. And the lady, I fancy, is Miss Stoner. Observed Holmes, shading his eyes. Yes, I think we had better do as you suggest. We got off, paid our fare, and the trap rattled back on its way to Leatherhead. I thought it as well, said Holmes as we climbed the style, that this fellow should think we had come here as architects, or on some definite business. It may stop his gossip. Good afternoon, Miss Stoner. You see that we have been as good as our word. Our client of the morning had hurried forward to meet us, with a face which spoke her joy. I have been waiting so eagerly for you," she cried, shaking hands with us warmly. All has turned out splendidly. Dr. Roylott has gone to town, and it is unlikely that he will be back before evening. We have had the pleasure of making the doctor's acquaintance, said Holmes, and in a few words he sketched out what had occurred. Miss Stoner turned white to the lips as she listened. Good heavens! she cried. He has followed me then. So it appears. He is so cunning that I never know when I am safe from him. What will he say when he returns? He must guard himself, for he may find that there is someone more cunning than himself upon his track. You must lock yourself up from him to-night. If he is violent, we shall take you away to your aunt's at Harrow. Now we must make the best use of our time, so kindly take us at once to the rooms which we are to examine. The building was of grey-like and blotched stone, with a high central portion, and two curving wings, like the claws of a crab, thrown out on each side. In one of these wings the windows were broken and blocked with wooden boards, while the roof was partly caved in, a picture of ruin. The central portion was in little better repair, but the right-hand block was comparatively modern, and the blinds in the windows, with the blue smoke curling up from the chimneys, showed that this was where the family resided. Some scaffolding had been erected against the end wall, and the stonework had been broken into, but there were no signs of any workmen at the moment of our visit. Holmes walked slowly up and down the ill-trimmed lawn, and examined with deep attention the outsides of the windows. This, I take, it belongs to the room in which you used to sleep, the centre one to your sisters, and the one next to the main building to Dr. Roylott's chamber. Exactly so, but I am now sleeping in the middle one. Pending the alterations, as I understand. By the way, there does not seem to be any very pressing need for repairs at that end wall. There were none. I believe that it was an excuse to move me from my room. Ah! that is suggestive. Now, on the other side of this narrow wing, runs the corridor from which these three rooms open. There are windows in it, of course. Yes, but very small ones, too narrow for anyone to pass through. As you both locked your doors at night, your rooms were unapproachable from that side. Now, would you have the kindness to go into your room and bar your shutters? Miss Stoner did so, and Holmes, after a careful examination through the open window, endeavored in every way to force the shutter open, but without success. There was no slit through which a knife could be passed to raise the bar. Then, with his lens, he tested the hinges, but they were of solid iron built firmly into the massive masonry. Hmm! said he, scratching his chin in some perplexity. My theory certainly presents some difficulties. No one could pass these shutters if they were bolted. Well, we shall see if the inside throws any light upon the matter. A small side door led into the whitewashed corridor from which the three bedrooms opened. Holmes refused to examine the third chamber, so he passed at once to the second, that in which Miss Stoner was now sleeping, and in which her sister had met with her fate. It was a homely little room, with a low ceiling and a gaping fireplace, after the fashion of old country houses. A brown chest of drawers stood in one corner, a narrow white counter-paint bed in another, and a dressing-table on the left-hand side of the window. These articles, with two small wicker-work chairs, made up all the furniture in the room, save for a square of Wilton carpet in the centre. The boards round, and the panelling of the walls, were of brown, worm-eaten oak, so old and discoloured that it may have dated from the original building of the house. Holmes drew one of the chairs into a corner and sat silent, while his eyes travelled round and round and up and down, taking in every detail of the apartment. Where does that bell communicate with? He asked at last, pointing to a thick bell-rope which hung down beside the bed, the tassel actually lying upon the pillow. It goes to the housekeeper's room. It looks newer than the other things. Yes, it was only put there a couple of years ago. Your sister asked for it, I suppose. No, I never heard of her using it. We used always to get what we wanted for ourselves. Indeed, it seemed unnecessary to put so nice a bell-pull there. You will excuse me for a few minutes, while I satisfy myself as to this floor. He threw himself down upon his face with his lens in his hand, and crawled swiftly backward and forward, examining minutely the cracks between the boards. Then he did the same with the woodwork with which the chamber was panelled. Finally he walked over to the bed and spent some time in staring at it and in running his eye up and down the wall. Finally he took the bell-rope in his hand and gave it a brisk tug. Why, it's a dummy, said he. Won't it ring? No, it is not even attached to a wire. This is very interesting. You can see now that it is fastened to a hook just above where the little opening for the ventilator is. How very absurd! I never noticed that before. There is strange muttered homes pulling at the rope. There are one or two very singular points about this room. For example, what a fool a builder must be to open a ventilator into another room, when with the same trouble he might have communicated with the outside air. That is also quite modern, said the lady. Done about the same time as the bell-rope, remarked Holmes. Yes, there were several little changes carried out about that time. They seem to have been of a most interesting character. Dummy bell-robes and ventilators which do not ventilate. With your permission, Miss Stoner, we shall now carry our researches into the inner apartment. Dr. Grimes v. Roylott's chamber was larger than that of his step-daughter, but was as plainly furnished. A camp-bed, a small wooden shelf full of books, mostly of a technical character, an armchair beside the bed, a plain wooden chair against the wall, a round table and a large iron safe were the principal things which met the eye. Holmes walked slowly round and examined each and all of them with the keenest interest. What's in here? he asked, tapping the safe. My step-father's business papers. Oh, you have seen inside them. Only once, some years ago, I remember that it was full of papers. There isn't a cat in it, for example. No, what a strange idea. Well, look at this. He took up a small saucer of milk which stood on the top of it. No, we don't keep a cat, but there is a cheetah and a baboon. Ah, yes, of course. Well, a cheetah is just a big cat, and yet a saucer of milk does not go very far in satisfying its wants, I dare say. There is one point which I should wish to determine. He squatted down in front of the wooden chair and examined the seat of it with the greatest attention. Thank you, that is quite settled, said he, rising and putting his lens in his pocket. Hello, here is something interesting. The object which had caught his eye was a small dog-lash hung on one corner of the bed. The lash, however, was curled upon itself and tied so as to make a loop of whip-cord. What do you make of that, Watson? It's a common enough lash, but I don't know why it should be tied. That is not quite so common, is it? Ah, me!  I think that I have seen enough now, Miss Stoner, and with your permission we shall walk out upon the lawn. I had never seen my friend's face so grim or his brow so dark as it was when we turned from the scene of this investigation. We had walked several times up and down the lawn, neither Miss Stoner nor myself liking to break in upon his thoughts before he roused himself from his reverie. It is very essential, Miss Stoner, said he, that you should absolutely follow my advice in every respect. I shall most certainly do so. The matter is too serious for any hesitation. Your life may depend upon your compliance. I assure you I am in your hands. In the first place both my friend and I must spend the night in your room. Both Miss Stoner and I gazed at him in astonishment. Yes, it must be so. Let me explain. I believe that that is the village inn over there. Yes, that is the crown. Very good. Your windows would be visible from there. Certainly. You must confine yourself to your room on pretense of a headache when your stepfather comes back. Then, when you hear him retire for the night, you must open the shutters of your window, undo the husp, put your lamp there as a signal to us, and then withdraw quietly with everything which you are likely to want into the room which you used to occupy. I have no doubt that in spite of the repairs you could manage there for one night. Oh, yes, easily. The rest you will leave in our hands. But what will you do? We shall spend the night in your room, and we shall investigate the cause of this noise which has disturbed you. I believe, Miss Domes, that you have already made up your mind, said Miss Stoner, laying her hand upon my companion's sleeve. Perhaps I have. Then, for pity's sake, tell me what was the cause of my sister's death. I should prefer to have clearer proofs before I speak. You can at least tell me whether my own thought is correct, and if she died from some sudden fright. No, I do not think so. I think that there was probably some more tangible cause. And now, Miss Stoner, we must leave you, for if Dr. Roylott returned and saw us our journey would be in vain.  Sherlock Holmes and I had no difficulty in engaging a bedroom and sitting-room at the Crown Inn. They were on the upper floor, and from our window we could command a view of the Avenue Gate and of the inhabited wing of Stoke Moran Manor House. At dusk we saw Dr. Grimesby Roylott drive past, his huge form looming up beside the little figure of the lad who drove him. The boy had some slight difficulty in undoing the heavy iron gates, and we heard the horse roar of the doctor's voice and saw the fury with which he shook his clinched fists at him. The trap drove on, and a few minutes later we saw a sudden light spring up among the trees as the lamp was lit in one of the sitting-rooms. Do you know Watson? said Holmes, as we sat together in the gathering darkness. I have freely some scruples as to taking you to-night. There is a distinct element of danger. Can I be of assistance? Your presence might be invaluable. Then I shall certainly come. It is very kind of you. You speak of danger. You have evidently seen more in these rooms than was visible to me. No, but I fancy that I may have deduced a little more. I imagine that you saw all that I did. I saw nothing remarkable save the bell-rope, and what purpose that could answer I confess is more than I can imagine. You saw the ventilator too? Yes, but I do not think that it is such a very unusual thing to have a small opening between two rooms. It was so small that a rat could hardly pass through. I knew that we should find a ventilator before ever we came to Stoke Moran. My dear Holmes! Oh, yes, I did. You remember in her statement she said that her sister could smell Dr. Roylott's cigar. Now of course that suggested at once that there must be a communication between the two rooms. It could only be a small one, or it would have been remarked upon at the coroner's inquiry. I deduced a ventilator. But what harm can there be in that? Well, there is at least a curious coincidence of dates. A ventilator is made, a cord is hung, and a lady who sleeps in the bed dies. Does that not strike you? I cannot as yet see any connection. Did you observe anything very peculiar about that bed? No. It was clamped to the floor. Did you ever see a bed fasten like that before? I cannot say that I have. The lady could not move her bed. It must always be in the same relative position to the ventilator and to the rope, or so we may call it, since it was clearly never meant for a bell-pull. Holmes! I cried. I seem to see dimly what you are hinting at. We are only just in time to prevent some subtle and horrible crime. Subtle enough and horrible enough. When a doctor does go wrong, he is the first of criminals. He has nerve, and he has knowledge. Palmer and Pritchard were among the heads of their profession. This man strikes even deeper. But I think, Watson, that we shall be able to strike deeper still. But we shall have horrors enough before the night is over. For goodness' sake, let us have a quiet pipe, and turn our minds for a few hours to something more cheerful. About nine o'clock the light among the trees was extinguished, and all was dark in the direction of the manor house.  That is our signal, said Holmes, springing to his feet. It comes from the middle window. As we passed out he exchanged a few words with the landlord, explaining that we were going on a late visit to an acquaintance, and that it was possible that we might spend the night there. A moment later we were out on the dark road, a chill wind blowing in our faces, and one yellow light twinkling in front of us through the gloom to guide us on our sombre errand. There was little difficulty in entering the grounds, for unrepaired breeches gape in the old park wall. Making our way among the trees, we reached a lawn, crossed it, and were about to enter through the window, when, out from a clump of laurel bushes, there darted what seemed to be a hideous and distorted child, who threw itself upon the grass with writhing limbs, and then ran swiftly across the lawn into the darkness. My God! I whispered. Did you see it? Holmes was, for the moment, as startled as I, his hand closed like a vice upon my wrist in his agitation. Then he broke into a low laugh and put his lips to my ear. It is a nice household! he murmured. That is the baboon! I had forgotten the strange pets which the doctor affected. There was a cheetah, too. Perhaps we might find it upon our shoulders at any moment. I confessed that I felt easier in my mind, when, after following Holmes's example, and slipping off my shoes, I found myself inside the bedroom. My companion, noiselessly closed the shutters, moved the lamp onto the table, and cast his eyes round the room. All was as we had seen it in the daytime. Then, creeping up to me and making a trumpet of his hand, he whispered into my ear again so gently, that it was all that I could do to distinguish the words. The least sound would be fatal to our plans. I nodded to show that I had heard. We must sit without light. He would see it through the ventilator. I nodded again. Do not go asleep. Your very life may depend upon it. Have your pistol ready in case we should need it. I will sit on the side of the bed, and you in that chair. I took out my revolver, and laid it on the corner of the table. Holmes had brought up a long, thin cane, and this he placed upon the bed beside him. By it he laid the box of matches in the stump of a candle. Then he turned down the lamp, and we were left in darkness. How shall I ever forget that dreadful vigil? I could not hear a sound, not even the drawing of a breath, and yet I knew that my companion sat open-eyed within a few feet of me, in the same state of nervous tension in which I was myself. The shutters cut off the least ray of light, and we waited in absolute darkness. From outside came the occasional cry of a night bird, and once at our very window a long-drawn cat-like whine, which told us that the cheetah was indeed at liberty. Far away we could hear the deep tones of the parish clock, which boomed out every quarter of an hour. How long they seemed those quarters! Twelve struck, and one, and two, and three, and still we sat waiting silently for whatever might befall. Suddenly there was the momentary gleam of a light up in the direction of the ventilator, which vanished immediately, but was succeeded by a strong smell of burning oil and heated metal. Someone in the next room had lit a dark lantern. I heard a gentle sound of movement, and then all was silent once more, though the smell grew stronger. For half an hour I sat with straining ears. Then suddenly another sound became audible, a very gentle soothing sound, like that of a small jet of steam escaping continually from a kettle. The instant that we heard it, holmed, sprang from the bed, struck a match, and lashed furiously with his cane at the bell-pole. You see it, Watson! he yelled. You see it! But I saw nothing. At the moment when holmed struck the light I heard a low, clear whistle, but the sudden glare flashing into my weary eyes made it impossible for me to tell what it was at which my friend lashed so savagely. I could, however, see that his face was deadly pale and filled with horror and loathing. He had ceased to strike, and was gazing up at the ventilator when suddenly there broke from the silence of the night the most horrible cry to which I have ever listened. It swelled up louder and louder. A hoarse yell of pain and fear and anger all mingled in the one dreadful shrink. They say that away down in the village, and even in the distant parsonage, that cry raised the sleepers from their beds. It struck cold to our hearts, and I stood gazing at holmes and he at me, until the last echoes of it had died away into the silence from which it rose. What can it mean? I gasped. It means that it is all over, holmes answered, and perhaps after all it is for the best. Take your pistol and we will enter Dr. Roylott's room. With a grave face he lit the lamp and led the way down the corridor. Twice he struck at the chamber door without any reply from within. Then he turned the handle and entered, eye at his heels, with the cocked pistol in my hand. It was a singular sight which met our eyes. On the table stood a dark lantern with the shutter half open, throwing a brilliant beam of light upon the iron's safe, the door of which was a jar. Beside this table on the wooden chair sat Dr. Grimesby Roylott clad in a long grey dressing-gun, his bare ankles protruding beneath, and his feet thrust into red, healless Turkish slippers. Across his lap lay the short stock with the long lash which we had noticed during the day. His chin was cocked upward, and his eyes were fixed in a dreadful rigid stare at the corner of the ceiling. Around his brow he had a peculiar yellow band with brownish speckles, which seemed to be bound tightly round his head. As we entered he made neither sound nor motion. The band, the speckled band, whispered Holmes. I took a step forward. In an instant his strange headgear began to move, and there reared itself from among his hair, the squat diamond-shaped head and puffed neck of a loathsome serpent. It is a swamp-adder, cried Holmes, the deadliest snake in India. He has died within ten seconds of being bitten. Violence does in truth recoil upon the violent, and the schema falls into the pit which he digs for another. Let us thrust this creature back into its den, and we can then remove Miss Stoner to some place of shelter, and let the county police know what has happened. As he spoke he drew the dog-whip swiftly from the dead man's lap, and throwing the noose round the reptile's neck he drew it from its horrid perch, and carrying it at arm's length threw it into the iron safe which he clothed upon it. Such are the true facts of the death of Dr. Grimes v. Roylott of Stoke Moran. It is not necessary that I should prolong a narrative which has already run to too great a length by telling how we broke the sad news to the terrified girl, how we conveyed her by the morning train to the care of her good aunt at Harrow. Of how the slow process of official inquiry came to the conclusion that the doctor met his fate while indiscreetly playing with a dangerous pet. The little which I had yet to learn of the case was told me by Sherlock Holmes as we travelled back the next day. I had, said he, come to an entirely erroneous conclusion, which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data. The presence of the gypsies and the use of the word band, which was used by the poor girl no doubt to explain the appearance which he had caught a hurried glimpse of by the light of her match, were sufficient to put me upon an entirely wrong scent. I can only claim the merit that I instantly reconsidered my position when, however, it became clear to me that whatever danger threatened and occupant of the room could not come either from the window or the door. My attention was speedily drawn as I have already remarked to you, to this ventilator, and to the bell-rope which hung down to the bed. The discovery that this was a dummy and that the bed was clamped to the floor instantly gave rise to the suspicion that the rope was there as a bridge for something passing through the hole and to coming to the bed. The idea of a snake instantly occurred to me, and when I coupled it with my knowledge that the doctor was furnished with a supply of creatures from India, I felt that I was probably on the right track. The idea of using a form of poison which could not possibly be discovered by any chemical test was just such a one as would occur to a clever and ruthless man who had had an eastern training. The rapidity with which such a poison would take effect would also, from his point of view, be an advantage. It would be a sharp-eyed coroner indeed who could distinguish the two little dark punctures which would show where the poison fangs had done their work. Then I thought of the whistle. Of course he must recall the snake before the morning light revealed it to the victim. He had trained it probably by the use of the milk which we saw to return to him when summoned. He would put it through this ventilator at the hour that he thought best with the certainty that it would crawl down the rope and land on the bed. It might or might not bite the occupant. Perhaps she might escape every night for a week, but sooner or later she must fall a victim. I had come to these conclusions before ever I had entered the room. An inspection of his chair showed me that he had been in the habit of standing on it, which of course would be necessary in order that he should reach the ventilator. The sight of the safe, the saucer of milk, and the loop of whip-cord were enough to finally dispel any doubts which may have remained. The metallic clang heard by Miss Stoner was obviously caused by her stepfather hastily closing the door of his safe upon its terrible occupant. Having once made up my mind you know the steps which I took in order to put the matter to the proof. I heard the creature hiss as I have no doubt that you did also, and I instantly lit the light and attacked it, with the result of driving it through the ventilator, and also with the result of causing it to turn upon its master at the other side. Some of the blows of my cane came home and roused its snakish temper so that it flew upon the first person it saw. In this way I am no doubt indirectly responsible for Dr. Grimesby-Roylott's death, and I cannot say that it is likely to weigh very heavily upon my conscience. End of ADVENTURE 8 The Adventure of the Speckled Band Adventure 9 of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, recording by Ruth Golding. ADVENTURE 9 The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb Of all the problems which have been submitted to my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes for solution during the years of our intimacy, there were only two which I was the means of introducing to his notice, that of Mr. Hathley's thumb, and that of Colonel Warburton's madness. Of these the latter may have afforded a finer field for an acute and original observer, but the other was so strange in its inception, and so dramatic in its details, that it may be the more worthy of being placed upon record, even if it gave my friend fewer openings for those deductive methods of reasoning by which he achieved such remarkable results. The story has, I believe, been told more than once in the newspapers, but like all such narratives, its effect is much less striking when set forth on block in a single half-column of print than when the facts slowly evolve before your own eyes, and the mystery clears gradually away as each new discovery furnishes a step which leads on to the complete truth. At the time the circumstances made a deep impression upon me, and the lapse of two years has hardly served to weaken the effect. It was in the summer of eighty-nine, not long after my marriage, that the events occurred which I am now about to summarise. I had returned to civil practice, and had finally abandoned Holmes in his baker's street-rooms, although I continually visited him, and occasionally even persuaded him to forego his Bohemian habits so far as to come and visit us. My practice had steadily increased, and as I happened to live at no very great distance from Paddington Station, I got a few patients from among the officials. One of these whom I had cured of a painful and lingering disease, was never weary of advertising my virtues, and of endeavouring to send me on every sufferer over whom he might have any influence. One morning, at a little before seven o'clock, I was awakened by the maid tapping at the door to announce that two men had come from Paddington, and were waiting in the consulting-room. I dressed hurriedly, for I knew by experience that railway cases were seldom trivial, and hastened downstairs. As I descended, my old ally, the guard, came out of the room and closed the door tightly behind him. I've got him here! he whispered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. He's all right. What is it, then? I asked for his manner, suggested that it was some strange creature which he had caged up in my room. It's a new patient, he whispered. I thought I'd bring him round myself, then he couldn't slip away. There he is, all safe and sound. I must go now, doctor. I have my duties, just the same as you. And off he went, this trusty tout, without even giving me time to thank him. I entered my consulting-room, and found a gentleman seated by the table. He was quietly dressed in a suit of heathered tweed, with a soft cloth cap, which he had laid down upon my books.  He was young, not more than five and twenty, I should say, with a strong masculine face, but he was exceedingly pale, and gave me the impression of a man who was suffering from some strong agitation which it took all his strength of mind to control. I am sorry to knock you up so early, doctor, said he, but I've had a very serious accident during the night. I came in by train this morning, and on inquiring at Paddingtonness to where I might find a doctor, a worthy fellow very kindly escorted me here. I gave the maid a card, but I see that she has left it upon the side-table. I took it up and glanced at it. Mr. Victor Hathley, hydraulic engineer, sixteen A Victoria Street, third floor. That was the name, style and abode of my morning visitor. I regret that I have kept you waiting, said I, sitting down in my library chair. You are fresh from a night journey, I understand, which is in itself a monotonous occupation. Oh, my night could not be called monotonous," said he, and laughed. He laughed very heartily, with a high ringing note leaning back in his chair and shaking his sides. All my medical instincts rose up against that laugh. Stop it! I cried. Pull yourself together! And I poured out some water from a carafe. It was useless, however. He was off in one of those hysterical outbursts, which come upon a strong nature when some great crisis is over and gone. Presently he came to himself once more, very weary and pale-looking.  Not at all. Drink this. I dashed some brandy into the water, and the colour began to come back to his bloodless cheeks. That's better," said he, and now, Doctor, perhaps you would kindly attend to my thumb, or rather to the place where my thumb used to be. He unwound the handkerchief and held out his hand. It gave even my hardened nerves a shudder to look at it. There were four protruding fingers and a horrid red spongy surface where the thumb should have been. It had been hacked or torn right out from the roots. Good heavens! I cried. This is a terrible injury. It must have bled considerably. Yes, it did. I fainted when it was done, and I think that I must have been senseless for a long time. When I came to, I found that it was still bleeding, so I tied one end of my handkerchief very tightly round the wrist and braced it up with a twig. Excellent! You should have been a surgeon. It is a question of hydraulics, you see, and came within my own province. This has been done," said I, examining the wound, by a very heavy and sharp instrument. A thing like a cleaver, said he. An accident, I presume? By no means. What! A murderous attack! Very murderous indeed. You horrify me! I sponged the wound, cleaned it, dressed it, and finally covered it over with cotton wadding and carbolised bandages. He lay back without wincing, though he bit his lip from time to time. How is that? I asked when I had finished. Capital! Between your brandy and your bandage I feel a new man. I was very weak, but I have had a good deal to go through. Perhaps you had better not speak of the matter. It is evidently trying to your nerves. Oh no, not now. I shall have to tell my tale to the police. But between ourselves, if it were not for the convincing evidence of this wound of mine, I should be surprised if they believed my statement, for it is a very extraordinary one, and I have not much in the way of proof with which to back it up. And even if they believe me, the clues which I can give them are so vague that it is a question whether justice will be done. Ha! cried I. If it is anything in the nature of a problem which you desire to see solved, I should strongly recommend you to come to my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, before you go to the official police. Oh! I have heard of that fellow! answered my visitor. And I should be very glad if he would take the matter up. Though, of course, I must use the official police as well. Would you give me an introduction to him? I'll do better. I'll take you round to him myself. I should be immensely obliged to you. We'll call a cab and go together. We shall just be in time to have a little breakfast with him. Do you feel equal to it? Yes. I shall not feel easy until I have told my story. Then my servant will call a cab and I shall be with you in an instant. I rushed upstairs, explained the matter shortly to my wife, and in five minutes was inside a handsome, driving with my new acquaintance to Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes was, as I expected, lounging about his sitting-room in his dressing-gown, reading the agony-column of the times, and smoking his before-breakfast pipe, which was composed of all the plugs and dottles left from his smokes of the day before, all carefully dried and collected on the corner of the mantelpiece. He received us in his quietly genial fashion, ordered fresh rashes and eggs, and joined us in a hearty meal. When it was concluded, he settled our new acquaintance upon the sofa, placed a pillow beneath his head, and laid a glass of brandy and water within his reach. It is easy to see that your experience has been no common one, Mr. Hathley, said he. Pray lie down there and make yourself absolutely at home. Tell us what you can, but stop when you are tired, and keep up your strength with a little stimulant. Thank you, said my patient. But I have felt another man since the doctor bandaged me, and I think that your breakfast has completed the cure. I shall take up as little of your valuable time as possible, so I shall start at once upon my peculiar experiences. Holmes sat in his big armchair with the weary heavy-lidded expression which veiled his keen and eager nature, while I sat opposite to him, and we listened in silence to the strange story which our visitor detailed to us. You must know, said he, that I am an orphan and a bachelor, residing alone in lodgings in London. By profession I am a hydraulic engineer, and I have had considerable experience of my work during the seven years that I was apprentice to Venor and Matheson, the well-known firm of Greenwich. Two years ago, having served my time, and having also come into a fair sum of money through my poor father's death, I determined to start in business for myself, and took professional chambers in Victoria Street. I suppose that everyone finds his first independent start in business a jeery experience. To me it has been exceptionally so. During two years I have had three consultations and one small job, and that is absolutely all that my profession has brought me. My gross takings amount to twenty-seven pounds ten shillings. Every day from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon I waited in my little den, until at last my heart began to sink, and I came to believe that I should never have any practice at all. Yesterday, however, just as I was thinking of leaving the office, my clerk entered to say there was a gentleman waiting who wished to see me upon business. He brought up a card, too, with the name of Colonel Lysander Stark engraved upon it. Close at his heels came the Colonel himself, a man rather over the middle size, but of an exceeding thinness. I do not think that I have ever seen so thin a man.  Yet this demaciation seemed to be his natural habit and due to no disease, for his eye was bright, his step-risk, and his bearing assured. He was plainly but neatly dressed, and his age, I should judge, would be nearer forty than thirty. Mr. Hathaly said he, with something of a German accent, You have been recommended to me, Mr. Hathaly, as being a man who is not only proficient in his profession, but is also discreet and capable of preserving a secret. I bowed, feeling as flattered as any young man would at such an address. May I ask who it was who gave me so good a character? Well, perhaps it is better that I should not tell you that, just at this moment. I have it from the same source, that you are both an orphan and a bachelor, and are residing alone in London. That is quite correct, I answered, but you will excuse me if I say that I cannot see how all this bears upon my professional qualifications. I understand that it was on a professional matter that you wish to speak to me. Undoubtedly so, but you will find that all I say is really to the point. I have a professional commission for you, but absolute secrecy is quite essential. Absolute secrecy you understand, and of course we may expect that more from a man who is alone than from one who lives in the bosom of his family. If I promise to keep a secret, said I, you may absolutely depend upon my doing so. He looked very hard at me as I spoke, and it seemed to me that I had never seen so suspicious and questioning an eye. Do you promise then? said he at last. Yes, I promise. Absolute and complete silence, before, during and after. No reference to the matter at all, either in word or writing. I have already given you my word. Very good. He suddenly sprang up, and darting like lightning across the room, he flung open the door. The passage outside was empty. That's all right, said he coming back. I know that clerks are sometimes curious as to their master's affairs. Now if you can talk in safety. He drew up his chair very close to mine, and began to stare at me again with the same questioning and thoughtful look. A feeling of repulsion, and of something akin to fear, had begun to rise within me at the strange antics of this fleshless man. Even my dread of losing a client could not restrain me from showing my impatience. I beg that you will state your business, sir, said I. My time is of value. Heaven forgive me for that last sentence, but the words came to my lips. How would fifty guineas for a night's work suit you? he asked. Most admirably. I say a night's work, but an hour's would be nearer the mark. I simply want your opinion about a hydraulic stamping machine which has got out of gear. If you show us what is wrong, we shall soon set it right ourselves. What do you think of such a commission as that? The work appears to be lightened, the pay munificent. Precisely so. We shall want you to come to-night by the last train. Where to? To Eifford in Berkshire. It is a little place near the borders of Oxfordshire, and within seven miles of Reading. There is a train from Paddington which would bring you there at about eleven-fifteen. Very good. I shall come down in a carriage to meet you. There is a drive then.  It is a good seven miles from Eifford station. Then we can hardly get there before midnight. I suppose there would be no chance of a train back. I should be compelled to stop the night. Yes, they could easily give you a shakedown. That is very awkward. Could I not come at some more convenient hour? We have judged it best that you should come late. It is to I compensate you for any inconvenience that we are paying to you, a young and unknown man. A fee would buy an opinion from the very heads of your profession. Still, of course, if you would like to draw out of the business, there is plenty of time to do so. I thought of the fifty guineas and of how very useful they would be to me. Not at all, said I. I shall be very happy to accommodate myself to your wishes. I should like, however, to understand a little more clearly what it is that you wish me to do. Quite so. It is very natural that the pledge of secrecy that we have exacted from you should have aroused your curiosity.  I suppose that we are absolutely safe from eavesdroppers. Entirely. Then matter stands thus. You are probably aware that Fuller's Earth is a valuable product and that it is only found in one or two places in England. I have heard so. Some little time ago I bought a small place, a very small place, within ten miles of Reading. I was fortunate enough to discover that there was a deposit of Fuller's Earth in one of my fields. On examining it, however, I found that this deposit was a comparatively small one and that it formed a link between two very much larger ones upon the right and left. Both of them, however, in the grounds of my neighbours.  Naturally it was to my interest to buy their land before they discovered its true value. But unfortunately I had no capital by which I could do this. I took a few of my friends into the secret, however, and they suggested that we should quietly and secretly work our own little deposit and that in this way we should earn the money it would enable us to buy the neighbouring fields. This we have now been doing for some time and in order to help us in our operations we erected a hydraulic press. This press, as I have already explained, has got out of order and we wish your advice upon the subject. We guard our secret very jealously, however, and if it once became known that we had hydraulic engineers coming to our little house it would soon rise in query. And then if the facts came out it would be goodbye to any chance of getting these fields and carrying out our plans. That is why I have made your promise me that you will not tell a human being that you are going to Eifford tonight. I hope that I make it all plain. I quite follow you, said I. The only point which I could not quite understand was what use you could make of a hydraulic press in excavating fuller's earth which, as I understand, is dug out like gravel from a pit. Ah, said he carelessly, they have our own process. We compress the earth into bricks so as to remove them without revealing what they are. But that is a mere detail. I have taken you fully into my confidence now, Mr. Hathaway, and I have shown you how I trust you. He rose as he spoke. I shall expect your done at Eifford at eleven-fifteen. I shall certainly be there, and not a word to a soul. He looked at me with a last long questioning gaze, and then pressing my hand in a cold, dank grasp he hurried from the room. Well, when I came to think it all over in cool blood I was very much astonished, as you may both think, at this sudden commission which had been entrusted to me. On the one hand, of course, I was glad, for the fee was at least tenfold what I should have asked, had I set a price upon my own services, and it was possible that this order might lead to other ones. On the other hand, the face and manner of my patron had made an unpleasant impression upon me, and I could not think that his explanation of the Fuller's earth was sufficient to explain the necessity for my coming at midnight, and his extreme anxiety lest I should tell any one of my errand. However, I threw all fears to the winds, ate a arty supper, drove to Paddington, and started off, having abated to the letter the injunction as to holding my tongue. At Reading I had to change not only my carriage, but my station. However, I was in time for the last train to Eifford, and I reached the little dim-lit station after eleven o'clock. I was the only passenger who got out there, and there was no one upon the platform save a single sleepy porter with a lantern. As I passed out through the wicked gate, however, I found my acquaintance at the morning, waiting in the shadow upon the other side. Without a word he grasped my arm and hurried me into a carriage, the door of which was standing open. He drew up the windows on either side, tapped on the woodwork and away we went as fast as the horse could go. One horse interjected homes. Yes, only one. Did you observe the colour? Yes, I saw it by the side-lights when I was stepping into the carriage. It was a chestnut. Tired-looking or fresh? Oh, fresh and glossy. Thank you. I am sorry to have interrupted you. Pray continue your most interesting statement. Away we went, then, and we drove for at least an hour. Colonel Lysander Stark had said that it was only seven miles, but I should think, from the rate that we seemed to go and from the time that we took, that it must have been nearer twelve. He sat at my side in silence all the time, and I was aware more than once, when I glanced in his direction, that he was looking at me with great intensity. The country roads seemed to be not very good in that part of the world, for we had lurched and jolted terribly. I tried to look out of the windows to see something of where we were, but they were made of frosted glass, and I could make out nothing save the occasional bright blur of a passing light. Now and then I hazarded some remark to break the monotony of the journey, but the Colonel answered only in monosyllables, and the conversation soon flagged. At last, however, the bumping of the road was exchanged for the crisp smoothness of a gravel drive, and the carriage came to a stand. Colonel Lysander Stark sprang out, and, as I followed after him, pulled me swiftly into a porch which gaited in front of us. We stepped, as it were, right out of the carriage and into the hall, so that I failed to catch the most fleeting glance at the front of the house. The instant that I had crossed the threshold the door slammed heavily behind us, and I heard faintly the rattle of the wheels as the carriage drove away. It was pitch dark inside the house, and the Colonel fumbled about looking for matches and muttering under his breath. Suddenly a door opened at the other end of the passage, and a long golden bar of light shot out in our direction. It grew broader, and a woman appeared with a lamp in her hand which she held above her head, pushing her face forward and peering at us. I could see that she was pretty, and from the gloss with which the light shone upon her dark dress I knew that it was a rich material. She spoke a few words in a foreign tongue in a tone as though asking a question, and when my companion answered in a gruff monosyllable, she gave such a start that the lamp nearly fell from her hand. Colonel Stark went up to her, whispered something in her ear, and then, pushing her back into the room from when she had come, he walked towards me again with the lamp in his hand. Perhaps you will have the kindness to wait in this room for a few minutes," said he, throwing open another door. It was a quiet, little, plainly furnished room with a round table in the centre on which several German books were scattered. Colonel Stark laid down the lamp on the top of a harmonium beside the door. I shall not keep you waiting an instant," said he, and vanished into the darkness. I glanced at the books upon the table, and in spite of my ignorance of German I could see that two of them were treatises on science, the others being volumes of poetry. Then I walked across to the window, hoping that I might catch some glimpse of the countryside, but an oak-shutter heavily barred was folded across it. It was a wonderfully silent house. There was an old clock ticking loudly somewhere in the passage, but otherwise everything was deadly still. A vague feeling of uneasiness began to steal over me. Who were these German people, and what were they doing living in this strange, out-of-the-way place, and where was the place? I was ten miles or so from Eifford, that was all I knew, but whether north, south, east or west I had no idea. For that matter, Reading and possibly other large towns were within that radius, so the place might not be so secluded after all. Yet it was quite certain from the absolute stillness that we were in the country. I paced up and down the room, humming a tune under my breath to keep up my spirits, and feeling that I was thoroughly earning my fifty-guinea fee. End of Part 1 of Adventure 9. The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb. Part 2 of Adventure 9. Of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Ruth Golding. Adventure 9. The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb. Part 2. Suddenly, without any preliminary sound in the midst of the utter stillness, the door of my room swung slowly open. The woman was standing in the aperture, the darkness of the hall behind her, the yellow light from my lamp beating upon her eager and beautiful face. I could see at a glance that she was sick with fear, and the sight sent her chill to my own heart.  I would go, said she, trying hard as it seemed to me to speak calmly. I would go. I should not stay here. That is no good for you to do. But madam, said I, I have not yet done what I came for. I cannot possibly leave until I have seen the machine. It is not worth your while to wait, she went on. You can pass through the door. No one hinders. And then, seeing that I smiled and shook my head, she suddenly threw aside her constraint and made a step forward with her hands rung together. What a love of heaven! she whispered.  But I am somewhat headstrong by nature, and I am more ready to engage in an affair when there is some obstacle in the way. I thought of my fiftiginny fee, of my wearisome journey, and of the unpleasant night which seemed to be before me. Was it all to go for nothing? Why should I slink away without having carried out my commission and without the payment which was my due? This woman might, for all I knew, be a monomaniac. With her stout bearing, therefore, though her manner had shaken me more than I cared to confess, I still shook my head, and declared my intention of remaining where I was. She was about to renew her in treaties when a door slammed overhead, and the sound of several footsteps was heard upon the stairs. She listened for an instant, threw up her hands for the despairing gesture, and vanished as suddenly and as noiselessly as she had come. The newcomers were Colonel Lysander Stark and a short, thick man, with a chin-chiller beard growing out of the creases of his double chin, who was introduced to me as Mr. Ferguson. This is my secretary and manager," said the Colonel. By the way, I was under the impression that I left this door shut just now. I fear that you have felt the draught. On contrary, said I, I opened the door myself, because I felt the room to be a little close. He shot one of his suspicious looks at me. Perhaps they had better proceed to business, then, said he. Mr. Ferguson and I will take you up to see the machine. I had better put my hat on, I suppose. Oh, no, it is in the house. Do you dig full as earth in the house? No, no. This is only where we compress it. But never mind that. All we wish you to do is to examine the machine, and to let us know what is wrong with it. We went upstairs together, the Colonel first with the lamp, the fat manager and I behind him. It was a labyrinth of an old house with corridors, passages, narrow winding staircases, and little low doors, the thresholds of which were hollowed out by the generations who had crossed them. There were no carpets and no sound of any furniture above the ground floor, while the plaster was peeling off the walls and the damp was breaking through in green unhealthy blotches. I tried to put on as unconcerned an air as possible, but I had not forgotten the warnings of the lady, even though I disregarded them, and I kept a keen eye upon my two companions. Ferguson appeared to be a morose and silent man, but I could see from the little that he said that he was at least a fellow countryman. Colonel Isander Stark stopped at last before a low door which he unlocked. Within was a small square room, in which the three of us could hardly get at one time. Ferguson remained outside, and the Colonel ushered me in. We are now, said he, actually within the hydraulic press, and it would be a particularly unpleasant thing for us if anyone were to turn it on. The ceiling of this small chamber is rarely the end of the descending piston, and it comes down with the force of many tons upon this metal floor. There are small lateral columns of water outside which receive the force, and which transmit and multiply it in the manner which is familiar to you. The machine goes readily enough, but there is some stiffness in the working of it, and it has lost a little of its force. Perhaps you will have the goodness to look it over, and to show us how we can set it right. I took the lamp from him, and I examined the machine very thoroughly. It was indeed a gigantic one, and capable of exercising enormous pressure. When I passed outside, however, and pressed down the levers which controlled it, I knew at once by the whishing sound that there was a slight leakage, which allowed a regurgitation of water through one of the side cylinders. An examination showed that one of the India rubber bands, which was round the head of a driving rod, had shrunk, so as not quite to fill the socket along which it worked. This was clearly the cause of the loss of power, and I pointed it out to my companions, who followed my remarks very carefully and asked several practical questions as to how they should proceed to set it right. When I had made it clear to them, I returned to the main chamber of the machine, and took a good look at it to satisfy my own curiosity. It was obvious at a glance that the story of the fuller's earth was the merest fabrication, for it would be absurd to suppose that so powerful an engine could be designed for so inadequate of purpose. The walls were of wood, but the floor consisted of a large iron choff, and when I came to examine it I could see a crust of metallic deposit all over it. I had stooped and was scraping at this to see exactly what it was, when I heard a muttered exclamation in German, and saw the cadaverous face of the colonel looking down at me. What are you doing there? he asked. I felt angry at having been tricked by so elaborate a story as that which he had told me. I was admiring your fuller's earth, said I. I think that I should be better able to advise you as to your machine if I knew what the exact purpose was for which it was used. The instant that I uttered the words I regretted the rashness of my speech, his face set hard, and a baleful light sprang up in his grey eyes. Very well, said he, you shall know all about the machine. He took a step backward, slammed the little door, and turned the key in the lock. I rushed towards it and pulled at the handle, but it was quite secure and did not give in the least to my kicks and shoves. Hello! I yelled. Hello, colonel, let me out! And then, suddenly in the silence, I heard a sound which sent my heart into my mouth. It was the clank of the levers and the swish of the leaking cylinder. He had set the engine at work. The lamp still stood upon the floor where I had placed it when examining the trough. By its light I saw that the black ceiling was coming down upon me, slowly jerkily, but as none knew better than myself, with a force which must within a minute grind me to a shapeless pulp. I threw myself screaming against the door and dragged with my nails at the lock. I implored the colonel to let me out, but the remorseless clanking of the levers drowned my cries. The ceiling was only a foot or two above my head, and with my hand up raised I could feel its hard, rough surface. Then it flashed through my mind that the pain of my death would depend very much upon the position in which I met it. If I lay on my face, the weight would come upon my spine, and I shuddered to think of that dreadful snap. Easier the other way, perhaps, and yet had I the nerve to lie and look up at that deadly black shadow wavering down upon me. Already I was unable to stand erect when my eye caught something which brought a gush of hope back to my heart. I had said that though the floor and ceiling were of iron, the walls were of wood. As I gave a last hurried glance around, I saw a thin line of yellow light between two of the boards, which broadened and broadened as a small panel was pushed backward. For an instant I could hardly believe that here was indeed a door which led away from death. The next instant I threw myself through, and lay half-fainting upon the other side. The panel had closed again behind me, but the crash of the lamp and a few moments afterwards the clang of the two slabs of metal told me how narrow it had been my escape. I was recalled to myself by a frantic plucking at my wrist, and I found myself lying upon the stone floor of a narrow corridor, while a woman bent over me and tugged at me with her left hand, while she held a candle in her right. It was the same good friend whose warning I had so foolishly rejected. Come, come! she cried breathlessly. They will be here in a moment. They will see that you are not there, or do not waste a so precious time, but come! This time at least I did not scorn her advice. I staggered to my feet, and ran with her along the corridor on down a winding stair. The latter led to another broad passage, and just as we reached it we heard the sound of running feet, and the shouting of two voices, one answering the other from the floor on which we were, and from the one beneath. My guide stopped and looked about her like one who is at her wit's end. Then she threw open a door which led into a bedroom through the window of which the moon was shining brightly. It is your only chance," said she. It is high, but it may be that you can jump it. As she spoke a light sprang into view at the further end of the passage, and I saw the lean figure of Colonel Lysander Stark rushing forward with a lantern in one hand and a weapon like a butcher's cleaver in the other. I rushed across the bedroom, flung open the window and looked out. How quiet and sweet and wholesome the garden looked in the moonlight, and it could not be more than thirty feet down. I clambered out upon the sill, but I hesitated to jump until I should have heard what passed between my saviour and the ruffian who pursued me. If she were ill-used, then at any risks I was determined to go back to her assistance. The thought had hardly flashed through my mind before he was at the door, pushing his way past her. But she threw her arms round him and tried to hold him back. Fritz, fritz! she cried in English. I remember your promise after the last time. You said it should not be again. He will be silent, or he will be silent. You are mad, Eliza. He shouted, struggling to break away from her. You will be a ruin of us. He has seen too much. Let me pass, I say. He dashed her to one side, and rushing to the window, cut at me with his heavy weapon. I had let myself go and was hanging by the hands to the sill when his blow fell. I was conscious of the dull pain. My grip loosened, and I fell into the garden below. I was shaken, but not hurt by the fall, so I picked myself up and rushed off among the bushes as hard as I could run, for I understood that I was far from being out of danger yet. Suddenly, however, as I ran, deadly dizziness and sickness came over me. I glanced down at my hand which was throbbing painfully, and then, for the first time, saw that my thumb had been cut off, and that the blood was pouring from the wound. I endeavoured to tie my handkerchief round it, but there came a sudden buzzing in my ears, and the next moment I fell in a dead faint among the rose-bushes. How long I remained unconscious, I cannot tell. It must have been a very long time, for the moon had sunk and a bright morning was breaking when I came to myself. My clothes were all sodden with dew, and my coat-sleeve was drenched with blood from my wounded thumb. The smarting of it recalled in an instant all the particulars of my night's adventure, and I sprang to my feet with the feeling that I might hardly yet be safe from my pursuers, but to my astonishment, when I came to look round me, neither house nor garden were to be seen. I had been lying in an angle of the hedge close by the high-road, and just a little lower down was a long building, which proved, upon my approaching it, to be the very station at which I had arrived upon the previous night.  Half-days I went into the station and asked about the morning train. There would be one to Reading in less than an hour. The same porter was on duty I found as had been there when I arrived. I inquired of him whether he had ever heard of Colonel Lysander Stark. The name was strange to him. Had he observed a carriage the night before waiting for me? No, he had not. Was there a police station anywhere near? There was one about three miles off. It was too far for me to go weak and ill as I was. I determined to wait until I had got back to town before telling my story to the police. It was a little past six when I arrived, so I went first to have my wound dressed, and then the doctor was kind enough to bring me along here. I put the case into your hands and shall do exactly what you advised. We both sat in silence for some little time after listening to this extraordinary narrative. Then Sherlock Holmes pulled down from the shelf one of the ponderous commonplace books in which he placed his cuttings. Here is an advertisement which will interest you," said he. It appeared in all the papers about a year ago. Listen to this. Lost on the ninth inst, Mr. Jeremiah Haling aged twenty-six, a hydraulic engineer, left his lodgings at ten o'clock at night and has not been heard of since, was dressed in, etc., etc. Ha! That represents the last time that the colonel needed to have his machine overhauled, I fancy. Good heavens! cried my patient. Then that explains what the girl said. Undoubtedly it is quite clear that the colonel was a cool and desperate man who was absolutely determined that nothing should stand in the way of his little game, like those out-and-out pirates who will leave no survivor from a captured ship. Well, every moment now is precious, so if you feel equal to it, we shall go down to Scotland Yard at once, as a preliminary to starting for Ifet. Some three hours or so afterwards we were all in the train together, bound from Reading to the little Berkshire village. There were Sherlock Holmes, the hydraulic engineer, Inspector Bradstreet of Scotland Yard, a plain clothesman and myself. Bradstreet had spread an ordnance map of the county art upon the seat and was busy with his compasses drawing a circle with Ifet for its centre. There you are, said he. That circle is drawn at a radius of ten miles from the village. The place we want must be somewhere near that line. You said ten miles, I think, sir. It was a good hour's drive, and you think that they brought you back all that way when you were unconscious. They must have done so. I have a confused memory, too, of having been lifted and conveyed somewhere. What I cannot understand, said I, is why they should have spared you when they found you lying, fainting in the garden. Perhaps the villain was softened by the woman's entreaties. I hardly think that likely. I never saw a more inexorable face in my life. I'll wish I'll soon clear up all that, said Bradstreet. Well, I have drawn my circle, and I only wish I knew at what point upon it the folk that we're in search of are to be found. I think I could lay my finger on it, said Holmes quietly. Really now, cried the Inspector, you have formed your opinion. Come now, we shall see who agrees with you. I say it is south, for the country is more deserted there. And I say east, said my patient. I am for west, remarked the plain Cosman. There are several quiet little villages up there. And I am for north, said I, because there are no hills there, and our friend says that he did not notice the carriage go up any. Come, cried the Inspector, laughing, it's a very pretty diversity of opinion. We have boxed the compass among us. Who do you give your casting folk to? You are all wrong. But we can't all be. Oh, yes you can. This is my point. He placed his finger in the centre of the circle. This is where we shall find them. But the twelfth mile drive, gasped Hathily, six out and six back, nothing simpler. You say yourself that the horse was fresh and glossy when you got in. How could it be that, if it had gone twelve miles over heavy roads? Indeed, it is a likely ruse enough, observed Bradstreet thoughtfully. Oh, of course there can be no doubt as to the nature of this gang. None at all, said Holmes, they are coiners on a large scale and have used the machine to form the amalgam which has taken the place of silver. We have known for some time that a clever gang was at work, said the Inspector. They have been turning out half crowns by the thousand. We even traced them as far as Reading, but could get no farther, for they had covered their traces in a way that showed that they were very old hands. But now, thanks to this lucky chance, I think that we have got them right enough. But the Inspector was mistaken, for those criminals were not destined to fall into the hands of justice. As we rolled into Eifford Station, we saw a gigantic column of smoke which streamed up from behind a small clump of trees in the neighbourhood and hung like an immense ostrich feather over the landscape. A house on fire, asked Bradstreet as the train steamed off again on its way. Yes, sir, said the station master, when did it break out? I hear that it was during the night, sir, but it has got worse than the whole place is in a place. Whose house is it? Dr Beecher's. Tell me, broke in the engineer, is Dr Beecher a German very thin with a long sharp nose? The station master laughed heartily. No, sir, Dr Beecher is an Englishman, and there isn't a man in the parish who has a better lined waistcoat. But he has a gentleman staying with him, a patient as I understand, who is a foreigner, and he looks as if a little good Berkshire beef would do him no harm. The station master had not finished his speech before we were all hastening in the direction of the fire. The road topped a low hill, and there was a great widespread whitewashed building in front of us, spouting fire at every chink and window, while in the garden in front three fire-engines were vainly striving to keep the flames under. That's it! cried Hathily in intense excitement. There is the gravel drive, and there are the rose-bushes where I lay. That second window is the one that I jumped from. Well, at least, said Holmes, you have had your revenge upon them. There can be no question that it was your oil lamp, which, when it was crushed in the press, set fire to the wooden walls, though no doubt they were too excited in the chase after you to observe it at the time. Now keep your eyes open in this crowd for your friends of last night, though I very much fear that they are a good hundred miles off by now. And Holmes' fears came to be realised, for from that day to this no word has ever been heard either of the beautiful woman, the sinister German or the morose Englishman. Early that morning a peasant had met a cart containing several people and some very bulky boxes, driving rapidly in the direction of Reading, but there all traces of the fugitives disappeared, and even Holmes' ingenuity failed ever to discover the least clue as to their whereabouts. The firemen had been much perturbed at the strange arrangements which they had found within, and still more so by discovering a newly severed human thumb upon a window sill of the second floor. About sunset however their efforts were at last successful and they subdued the flames, but not before the roof had fallen in and the whole place been reduced to such absolute ruin that saves some twisted cylinders and iron piping, not a trace remained of the machinery which had cost our unfortunate acquaintance so dearly. Large masses of nickel and of tin were discovered stored in an outhouse, but no coins were to be found which may have explained the presence of those bulky boxes which have been already referred to. How our hydraulic engineer had been conveyed from the garden to the spot where he recovered his senses might have remained for ever a mystery were it not for the soft mould which told us a very plain tale. He had evidently been carried down by two persons, one of whom had remarkably small feet and the other unusually large ones. On the whole it was most probable that the silent Englishman, being less bold or less murderous than his companion, had assisted the woman to bear the unconscious man out of the way of danger. Well, said our engineer ruefully, as we took our seats to return once more to London, it has been a pretty business for me. I have lost my thumb and I have lost a fifty-ginny fee and what have I gained? He experienced, said Holmes, laughing, indirectly it may be of value, you know. You have only to put it into words to gain the reputation of being excellent company for the remainder of your existence. End of Adventure 9. The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb


Thanks for checking out this unboxing video. This is for a soggie March Pop culture BAM box. Yeah, soggy already took all my like information off I had to scratch it because the sticker was so wet, but look at this It's dried a little bit since I brought it in but the whole top was just like Pretty wet.  So If you saw if you saw my horror unboxing for March You'll know that this video is gonna be a lot different and a lot easier for me because my horror about unboxing I was all juiced up on novocaine. I had literally just had a filling done feeling way better today That was just yesterday. So if you want to see that interestingness go check out that video But just check it out in general So let's go ahead and get into this box. I will say up front. They're going to be doing an additional signed Funko Pop for the April pop culture box as well and they just announced for the horror box For April that they're going to be doing a signed knife for everyone They've done stuff like that before where it's kind of like a Limited number of people could get a signed knife and I got one of those at one point, but This is a everyone will get this so Anyway on to this particular box the March pop culture Bandbox, so I'm not expecting a whole lot of extra stuff past that fine signed Funko Pop What I do expect is a signed Funko Pop maybe a pin and maybe an art print and that's it Which is totally fine with me. I don't want props Especially if you saw my Unboxing of the horror one. It's just props to me or just I'm really not feeling them and I do kind of feel like they've gotten kind of stuck into a few ruts of a lot of the props just not Not being all that creative because they had a stint where some of them were super creative and really high quality But like the the horror box one that I just did Not so much and when they have continually done like the milk carton ones like doing one of those here and there is fine But like they've done a few of those things Hopefully they cooled it for now, but I don't know but I can understand it like when you're doing something like this You have to be creative every single month and sometimes you're just like not a hundred percent on your game You can't be super creative all the time So and that's the other thing is these are mystery boxes, so you're gonna have some down months You're gonna have up months and that's the great thing about BAM is that I feel like I always get the up months like there's never I Feel like there's never a stint of more than like two months in a row where I feel like Yeah for one of the particular boxes. It's usually maybe two months that are kind of in and then there's something really awesome So they do a good job of kind of keeping it interesting and exciting so tissue paper For my cat. Oh three. I'm excited. Love it. Okay, so I'm gonna leave the funko pop for last.  Awesome. I got a one up in my horror one and that was the pin So let's see. Let me yeah, I'm gonna What is this? Oh, this is a prop Okay, I mean, that's not honestly, this isn't that bad for a prop. It's okay. I was actually not expecting any prop but it says extra life And it is from Ready player one as you can see. Oh if you if you're my cat yelling in the background It's because she just finished eating and she doesn't know where I am because I just gave her the food and left She's weird like that. She's super needy like she wants attention right after she eats But she'll probably come down here and start yelling so my apologies if you hear that so anyway this ready player one I saw it in the theater. I enjoyed it. I didn't think it was great. Oh, you found your she found the tissue paper She'll be occupied. I Saw it in the theater. I enjoyed it, especially the part the Segment with the shining. It's not really a spoiler because it doesn't really explain much But the segment with the shiny is super awesome But overall enjoyed it didn't think it was you know amazing, but nostalgia wise is a lot of fun I don't remember if there was like an extra life coin actually in there or something But it fits even if there wasn't so I could see some people really liking this plus. It's kind of heavy It's like a coin. I'm relatively okay with props like that Not really my thing. I'm probably not gonna do anything with it might find someone to give it to I don't know All right, let's do the pen The pin is by Brian Romero who I believe yeah, he did the pins for The horror box for the same for the same month This one is called five. Oh Okay, five. Okay. Now I get it for the fifth element So that's supposed to be Lelu Miljovic's character from the fifth element supreme being Let me see if this is one of the No, I don't think this is my upgrade because I don't think there's a number on nope There's this one's not numbered. So this is not my upgrade I'll be interested to see in the spoiler sheet with the other pins. You could have gotten more This looks and you know as far as like getting detail and pins. It looks an okay amount like her They even got like the way her hair was kind of like almost dreadlocked in the movie I saw that movie in the theater when it initially came out. I loved it like I was in middle school at that point I think and I was like all about that. So that's cool to have a fifth element pin. I do like the element I'll still watch it here. That's like quirky fun All right, so the art print So it's from their fan art collection this one is titled Danvers and it's by Anthony Goodsell Chloe Can you knock it off? Please play with this tissue paper. I'm sorry. It's like having a child Legitimately like having a child. So it's Danvers by Anthony Goodsell. Oh Oh, this is nice. Oh, and I got a special one. This is my upgrade. This is a number 32 out of 500 I forgot they were doing a Captain Marvel thing. So look at that. That's nice. That looks really cool That looks like so I play um, I'm about to out myself as like super geeky I play the mat like puzzle matching game Marvel puzzle quest on my phone I've been playing it for over four years, which which is even more nerdy and this actually looks like it would be one of their Animations or not animations, but like artworks for one of the cards in there, which would be really awesome This is nice. Anthony Goodsell. Man, that looks really really good. I like that That's that's a really nice art print in my opinion. Okay, so I think the pop is going to be The last thing let me feel around though, which is fine. That's what I expect. Okay, so here's the pop. Oh snap. Okay Oh, right. Hey, man. I like this Okay, so Before I show it to you first of all, I love the idea of doing sign Funko pops at this point So the fact that they're doing it again for April I think is awesome if they could make it something they could do Quite often. I think they would sell out like every single time and I'm all for it I think it's really cool So I'm happy to have this a signed Funko pop I don't know who the person is who played Boba Fett But signed by the dude who did Boba Fett and thank you bam because you put it in the protector Ahead of time. First of all, thanks for doing your protector. That's awesome Second of all, thank you for putting it in ahead of time because as you could see I could have had a wet Funko pop box. So you saved me on that one. So I know some people like to see all of it There you go all the way around That's cool, man. I like that. I mean Star Wars. Come on. I like that. That's pretty cool So let's see if there were other ones or if everyone got the same one I think they had said that everyone was getting the same one Yeah, that's what it looks like okay, so Bambox Funko signing with Daniel Logan. Oh who was young Boba Fett. Okay, that makes sense I was like the guy who like just played regular Boba Fett. Okay. He played the young Boba Fett. Okay, that's cool And there you go. There's just a picture. I don't know. It's really you see it because you saw the real thing Well, that was without so much glare You could also win a photo signed by Jeremy Bullock Who I believe played the older Boba Fett. That's the thing down there That's a cool picture by the way. That looks really good. And then here is the Captain Marvel with the variants So I guess my variants of just the coloration in the background is different Yeah, everything's the same except the background's different and this I went off about this a little bit With the horror box and I can't just went crazy I I went off about this a little bit with the horror box is that To me the variants of like just changing a color in the print or just changing the background color It's it's not enough for me of like an actual variant like I want to see some sort of difference in the actual artwork It doesn't have to be anything crazy But just like a subtle difference or something like for this like maybe change her outfit a little bit or something You know for the horror ones usually add some blood splatter, I mean that'll be good enough, but I don't know it's just There's not there's not enough of a difference when it's just a color change There's not enough of a difference in my opinion to make it be like oh, this is something special because honestly You know I get the I get the one up and I'm pretty excited because I'm like Oh, I got something that's like really special and with the pins There's usually that difference except for the horror box for March. That was not the case They just did the color differentiation thing, which I was like Don't like that idea, but um, you know, I get that and I'm just like oh I'm excited because I'm gonna get something different, but it's actually not different Like this is an instance where I don't even care I don't even care which one I would have gotten it doesn't it it matters not Especially because I'm not gonna try and resell this stuff I know some people try and trade so this higher trade value because it's more limited or people try and sell it Whatever, but I'm actually just collecting for me like I want to be able to put these things on my wall So that kind of is bothersome to me. There's just like oh, here's just a color difference It comes across as lazy just like a lot of the prop stuff I was talking about just ends up coming across as lazy and When I say that I know that sounds really unfair to the BAM people and I don't mean it to come out through that way It's constructive criticism. I love the BAM people. I think they do a great job I think Adam MacArthur is has a tough job and he's trying to do the best he can does a good job of throwing in Interesting things and keeping people hyped up, but I'm just being honest with what I see in it And you know that type of stuff us fans see as being kind of lazy. So, you know Just saying it and then the variant pins Who is the the the dude I get that like opera singer alien girl, but who's the guy supposed to be I Don't even know who that's supposed to be the out of 99 Does they even look familiar to anyone? I can't even tell who that is. Do do do do Chloe legitimately shut up Billy I don't know I don't know that's weird. Yeah, I can't tell who that is which is Is that supposed to be like Zurgers? I don't even know I can't tell that one doesn't strike me. Maybe I need to rewatch the movie No, that doesn't make any sense to me. But anyway, this one's really cool That would have been a cool one to get super iconic from the film. Everyone remembers that one. But anyway, yeah, so This is an awesome step in the right direction. I love these types of things. This is super cool Everyone who got this box should be very excited about this. Bam. You did awesome with this Adam MacArthur great idea That makes the box worth it for everyone in my opinion Um, and I mean the art like I said the art print looks really good The art print looks really good. I just have that issue of you know, if you're gonna say something's a variant Just changing the colors not enough, but the art print looks awesome. It looks really good. Anthony. Good. So good job, buddy And then Brian Romero doing a good job. I like the fifth element I like the likeness to Mila Jovovich in this and it looks good Anyway, um, oh and I was actually, you know, okay with the prop Which is not common for me because I don't like me with the props But uh, thank you everyone for checking this out. Please help me out subscribe here. You can see all my videos I'm mainly doing a lot of horror stuff But if I can get enough subscribers and I can eventually monetize what's going on here Then I will add more boxes at people's recommendation Because then I'll have a stream of income to put back into that stuff I only have an idea to grow the channel so that I can put Any money I would get out of the channel if I get to the right amount of subscribers I would put all that money right back into the channel of like doing unboxings. That's pretty much it. So Uh, it's all just for more content. Anyway, uh, hit that subscribe Let's talk about this box and other nerdy stuff below. 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بسم الله رحمه الرحيم وحسن الله the most blessing and the most merciful سأقوم بكسديني بكونا السلام عليكم رحمة الله وبركاته أخير قرب الأع أنا أقوم بكسديني ريما ملحسين عليه السلام أنا أقوم بكسديني بفضل أعباب يس及كسديني أنا أقوم بكسديني بفضل أعباب يس及كسديني و اليوم نبدأ للأحب نبدأ للأحب اقوم بكسديني كما ن看到 في الثلوات الكادم ملفة هنا يأتي العصر والصماد و المكامل والهوهر موصل جبن جافر الكادم والطبع موصل كادم is right across the باب موسى الكاظم في الآلية now come with me inshallah we're going to go and check and talk to you about موسى الكاظم علي السلام and the history behind this house here in Karbala come at this location here is where the house إمام موسى المجعفر الكاظم we walked through the alleyway which was in front of the Bab of إمام موسى المجعفر الكاظم from the shrine now it is narrated after the march of the Imam peace be upon him إمام الكاظم سلام الله عليه gained the divine responsibility from Allah سبحانه وتعالى when he gained the divine responsibility he gained the divine responsibility of taking care of the ummah of being the guide for the ummah of being the Imam of the ummah it is narrated by that إمام الكاظم سلام الله عليه was known by all even by the ummah if he used to come and ask questions peace be upon him إمام الصادق would direct him to his young child إمام الكاظم and he would tell him ask my son الكاظم أبو حنيفه would find this ridical from the Imam but these are the Imam of the house whom Allah سبحانه وتعالى has instilled in them divine knowledge now when it comes to the history of this place الحاكم العباسي المهدي who gained leadership in the year 158 he passed away in the year 169 this tyrant after seeing that after seeing that إمام الكاظم عليه السلام المدينة had many many followers he had many followers in the city and all the followers all the Shi'a used to be around him all the followers all the Shi'a used to be around him this حاكم العباسي thought you know what maybe these these Muslims will revolt against the government and if they revolt against my government it would cause a problem so الحاكم العباسي المهدي called for Imam الكاظم سلام الله عليه to go to prison in Baghdad he asked him to go to prison in Baghdad but after seeing that إمام كاظم peace be upon him was at the pinnacle of ethics honesty, humility, worship he would spend day and night in the jail I cannot keep a person like this in the jail I must set him free he set him free and of course this is when إمام الكاظم peace be upon him found an opportunity he found an opportunity to come to Karbala here to visit his grandfather he came to Karbala and here in this location here if you are to picture an old structure not the one we have here today but here in this location إمام الكاظم when he built his house the Shi'a'a all around the world the Shi'a'a in Medina the Shi'a'a in Iran the Shi'a'a all over the place came flocking towards Imam الكاظم إمام الكاظم stayed in Karbala for 3 years إمام الكاظم for 3 years stayed in Karbala and can follow the footsteps of his grandfather الباقر and his father الصادق by building حوزة here in Karbala حوزة the same حوزة that الباقر الصادق peace be upon him built from this house a graduate صرارة from this house a graduate from this house a graduate أبا بصير جابر ابن يديد الجعفي إمام الكاظم here in Karbala built this house and he stayed in Karbala for 3 years now in the year 169 in the year 169 after Hijra when the ruler الهادي العباسي the tyrants gained position and took over Al-Mahdi's position he started to see that Karbala Karbala and Allah of Shi'a'a in Karbala and the حوزة in Karbala became very strong and the زوار in Karbala increased so what did he say he started sending spies all over Karbala المقدسة when he started sending his spies in Karbala المقدسة this pressured on the Imam the Imam said I don't want to be close to this tyrants government let me go back to Medina and continue my work in Medina and now Alhamdulillah this Torah this history, this treasure stayed until today and the زوار millions every year come and they visit this holy structure they visit the Maqam of Imam here in Karbala this treasure here this treasure of Karbala that paints us a history of this holy Maqam so this is the history behind the Maqam this is the history behind this holy house of Imam this was a thousand years ago Imam Al-Kadam established the حوزة here in Karbala people say that the حوزة of Karbala is a very new house but no, the حوزة of Imam Al-Kadam is as old as a thousand years from here many ulama graduated in this holy house now to end my beautiful to end this episode I will end with a دعاء we will do توسد يوم Al-Kadam so that we can pray for everybody بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم يا أب الحسن يا موسب دوجعفر أيها الكاظم يبن رسول الله يا حجت الله على خلق يا سيدنا ومولانا إنا توسلنا وستشفعنا لك إلى الله وقددمناك بين يدي حاجاتنا يا وجيه عند الله إشفعنا عند الله I ask Allah سبحانه وتعالى I ask Allah the creator of all mankind the creator of the universe and of this earth to grant us the Shafa'a the intercession of Muhammad بحق موسب دوجعفر by the right of Mousseb دوجعفر and by the right of this holy مقام بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم اللهم اغفر لي ولي والديه ورجميع المؤمي والمؤمنات يا رب بحق الرسول صلى الله عليه وعلي وعلي محمد وعلي ونفاطمة والحسن والحسين والعباس وأمة البنين وزينب وعلي بن الحسين ومحمد الباقر وجعفر الصادق وموس الكال ومعلي الرضا والمعسومة ومحمد الجواد وعلي الهادي والحسن العسكري ومتظر الحج اجل الله تعالى فرد الشريف Peace be upon you Peace be upon you


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