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Holmes's talk on these occasions it is impossible to give any satisfactory record. The simple conditions of his surroundings gave him a sense of perfect ease, and he spoke with the freedom which marked his nature.
He was a harmless-looking fellow, with bushy gray whiskers and old-fashioned spectacles, and he came up and addressed us in a somewhat squeaky voice, which aroused Holmes's suspicions at once. "I say, gentlemen, could you tell me who has charge of His Lordship's hay in the stables?
Rand staggered back against the newel-post of a brown-stone stoop, and stood there gazing wildly into Holmes's face. "Of course, if you prefer having the facts made known in that way," Holmes continued, coolly, "you have the option. I am not going to use physical force to persuade you to hand the package over to me, but you are a greater fool than I take you for if you choose that alternative.
They took me to the sea on a stretcher, and by and by they shipped me home. Then it was that I was a hero when I came again to Black Log what was left of me. My people were very kind. They sent Henry Holmes's double phaeton to the county town to meet my train, and as I stumbled from the car, being new to my crutches, I fell into the arms of a reception committee. Tim was there.
Which he is troubled at, and with good reason, and at this day Sir Robert Holmes is mighty troubled that his brother do not command in chief, but is commanded by Captain Hannum, who, Sir W. Coventry says, he believes to be at least of as good blood, is a longer bred seaman, an elder officer, and an elder commander, but such is Sir R. Holmes's pride as never to be stopt, he being greatly troubled at my Lord Bruncker's late discharging all his men and officers but the standing officers at Chatham, and so are all other Commanders, and a very great cry hath been to the King from them all in my Lord's absence.
"But don't you like Holmes's poetry?" asked Alf. "Well, his poems fill a little volume that the world would be sorry to lose; but why did n't he write one verse just one for the Abolitionists to quote?" "Because it's not in his nature to denounce things," objected Alf.
There was a light in Mrs. Holmes's room now, and Mr. Bradford did not wish to linger. He gathered up his shoes and fairly ran downhill, arriving at his office much shaken in mind and body, nearly two hours after he had started. "I do not know," he said to himself, "why the Colonel should have been so particular as to dates and hours, but he knew his own business best."
As all the evidence pointed toward malaria being contracted in the open air, attested by its popular though unscientific name mal-aria, "bad air," and as of all forms of "bad air" the night air was incomparably the worst, it must be some insect which flew and bit by night; which by Sherlock Holmes's process promptly led the mosquito into the dock as the suspected criminal.
"I see some one coming!" called Greg, who, after breakfast, had taken up the post by the unshuttered window. Crash! Hen Dutcher dropped the crockery plate he was drying, then plunged headlong into Dick's bunk, burrowing under the blankets. "It's our crowd!" cried Dick joyously, as he leaped to Greg Holmes's side. "And there are two men with 'em." "Oh, pshaw!
In fact, he was one of the dukes, and after King George, Ed's successor, had recovered the crown, which was found in an old battered valise in a corner of the duke's garage, and had got a written confession out of him in Holmes's old rooms in Baker Street, in the presence of myself and Inspector Barnabas Letstrayed, we all swore a solemn oath, on a bound volume of Alfred Austin's poems, that we would never, never tell who it was that had stolen the English crown in the year 1910!
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