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Kombs was curiously ignorant on some subjects, and abnormally learned on others. I found, for instance, that political discussion with him was impossible, because he did not know who Salisbury and Gladstone were. This made his friendship a great boon. 'The Pegram mystery has baffled even Gregory, of Scotland Yard. 'I can well believe it, said my friend, calmly.
'Perhaps you are right, remarked the detective, flinging his revolver carelessly beside his pipe, much to the relief of the third party. Then, turning to the journalist, he said, with his customary bland courtesy 'You wanted to see me, I think you said. What can I do for you, Mr Wilber Scribbings? The journalist started. 'How do you know my name? he gasped. Kombs waved his hand impatiently.
"The devil!" cried the journalist, sinking into a chair and mopping his brow, while his face became livid. "Yes," drawled Kombs, "it is a devil of a shame that such things are done. But what would you? as we say in France." When the journalist had recovered his second wind he pulled himself together somewhat.
'That is just the point on which I wish to satisfy myself. Excuse me for a moment. Mr. Sherlaw Kombs drew down the window on the right hand side, and examined the top of the casing minutely with a magnifying glass. Presently he heaved a sigh of relief, and drew up the sash. 'Just as I expected, he remarked, speaking more to himself than to me.
This frequently happens, as there is a branch line beyond Pegram. Mr. Sherlaw Kombs pondered for a few moments, smoking his pipe silently. 'I presume you wish the solution in time for tomorrow's paper? 'Bless my soul, no. The editor thought if you evolved a theory in a month you would do well. 'My dear sir, I do not deal with theories, but with facts.
'Ah, Valmont, said the young man, patting his wife affectionately on the shoulder, 'nothing on earth can be more genuine than that ceremony was. And the volatile Lady Alicia snuggled closer to him. The Adventures of Sherlaw Kombs I dropped in on my friend, Sherlaw Kombs, to hear what he had to say about the Pegram mystery, as it had come to be called in the newspapers.
It is all a trivial example of ordinary observation. 'Really, Mr. Kombs, you are the most wonderful man on earth. You are the equal of Gregory, by Jove, you are. A frown marred the brow of my friend as he placed his pipe on the sideboard and drew his self-cocking six-shooter. 'Do you mean to insult me, sir? 'I do not I I assure you.
"Tell me about it," he said simply. "Old Barrie Kipson," I began, "was a stockbroker in the City. He lived in Pegram, and it was his custom to " "COME IN!" shouted Kombs, without changing his position, but with a suddenness that startled me. I had heard no knock. "Excuse me," said my friend, laughing, "my invitation to enter was a trifle premature.
They opened the door with the deceased's key. It is supposed that the pistol dropped when they were hoisting the body in the carriage. The Queen's evidence dodge didn't work, and Scotland Yard ignobly insulted my friend Sherlaw Kombs by sending him a pass to see the villains hanged. The Adventure of the Second Swag The time was Christmas Eve, 1904.
We followed the guard, and the moment he had imparted his news there was a suppressed scream in the carriage. Instantly a lady came out, followed by a florid-faced gentleman, who scowled at the guard. We entered the now empty compartment, and Kombs said: 'We would like to be alone here until we reach Brewster. 'I'll see to that, sir, answered the guard, locking the door.
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