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"No, not crazy, Mr. Straker. Only a touch o' sun! And it's glorious, isn't it, Miss Redmond?" She loved him for his boyish laughter, for the rollicking spirit in his voice, but her eyes suddenly filled as she pondered the meaning back of his extraordinary story. With Mr. Straker gone at last, it was she who came to Jim with outstretched hands.
Simpson in his flight had dropped his cravat, and Straker had picked it up with some idea, perhaps, that he might use it in securing the horse's leg.
He thought of them in their poverty as "peasants," but without the kindliness of the born gentleman. What Aleck Van Camp could have got for love, Mr. Straker could not buy; and he was at last obliged to appeal to Hand through Agatha's agency. "I'll look at it again," Hand replied shortly, when Agatha addressed him on the subject.
As we emerged from the sitting-room a woman, who had been waiting in the passage, took a step forward and laid her hand upon the Inspector's sleeve. Her face was haggard and thin and eager, stamped with the print of a recent horror. "Have you got them? Have you found them?" she panted. "No, Mrs. Straker. But Mr. Holmes here has come from London to help us, and we shall do all that is possible."
"You mean to say that you were picked up and drugged in broad daylight in New York?" he demanded of Agatha. "Practically that." "And you escaped?" "The yacht foundered." "And that scamp walked right into your hands and you let him go?" Agatha forced a rueful smile. "I confess I'm not much used to catching criminals." Mr. Straker paused, lacking words to express his outraged spirit
Straker hovered around for a few moments, then addressed Hand in that tone of pseudo-geniality that marks a certain type of politician. "Look here, Colonel, I understand you were in the employ of that French anarchist." It was an unlucky moment for attack, though Mr. Straker did not at once perceive it.
Only the author of Man and Superman knew enough about the modern world to caricature the educated upstart the man Straker who can quote Beaumarchais, though he cannot pronounce him. This is the second real and great work of Shaw the letting in of the world on to the stage, as the rivers were let in upon the Augean Stable. He has let a little of the Haymarket into the Haymarket Theatre.
"My dear sir, you have done wonders. The horse looks very fit and well. It never went better in its life. I owe you a thousand apologies for having doubted your ability. You have done me a great service by recovering my horse. You would do me a greater still if you could lay your hands on the murderer of John Straker." "I have done so," said Holmes quietly.
"You fill me with interest, I perceive that the ground has been trampled up a good deal. No doubt many feet have been here since Monday night." "A piece of matting has been laid here at the side, and we have all stood upon that." "Excellent." "In this bag I have one of the boots which Straker wore, one of Fitzroy Simpson's shoes, and a cast horseshoe of Silver Blaze."
If he had been a small boy, his mother would have punished him for stamping through the halls; being a grown man and a visitor, he may be described as walking with firm, bold tread. Finally he was able to run down Agatha, who was conferring with Sallie in the library. Sallie sniffed in scorn of Mr. Straker, whom she disliked far worse than Mr.
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