A REMINISCENCE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
BY A. CONAN DOYLE
(From the Diaries of His Friend, John H. Watson, M. D.)
Copyright,. 1914, by the Newspaper
In the third week of November,
in the year 1893, a dense yellow fog
settled down upon London. From the
Monday to the Thursday I doubt
whether it was ever possible, from
our winddws in Baker street, to see
the loom of the opposite houses. The
first day Holmes had spent in cross
indexing his huge book of references.
The second and third had been pa
tiently occupied upon a subject which
he had recently made his hobby
the music of the Middle Ages. When,
for the fourth time, we saw the
greasy, heavy brown swirl still drift
ing past us, my cqmrade's impatience
and active nature could endure this
drab existence no longer.
"Nothing of interest in the paper,
Watson?" he asked.
"By Jove! here comes something
at last to break our dead monotony."
It was the maid with a telegram.
Holmes tore it open and burst out
"Well! well! What next?" said he.
"Brother Mycroft is coming round."
Holmes handed me his brother's
"Must see you over Cadogan West.
Coming at once. Mycroft."
"Cadogan West? I have heard the
"It recalls nothing to my mind. But
that Mycroft should break out in this
erratic fashion! A planet might as
well leave its orbit. By the way, da
you know what Mycroft is?"
"You told me he had some small
office under the British government."
."I did not know you quite so well
in those days. One has to be discreet
when one talks of high matters of
state. You are right in thinking that
he is under the British government.
You would also be right in a sense
if you said that occasionally he is the
British government. Mycroft draws
450 pounds a year, remains a subor
dinate, has no ambitions of any kind,
will receive neither honor nor title,
but remains the most indispensable
man in the country."
"But who is Cadogan West, and
what is he to Mycroft?"
"I have it!" I cried, and plunged
among the litter of pipers upon the
sofa. "Cadogan West was the young
man whb was found dead on the Un
derground on Tuesday morning.
"He left Woolwich suddenly on
Monday night. Was last seen by his
fiancee, Miss Violet Westbury, whom
he left abruptly in the fog about
seven-thirty that evening. There was
no quarrel between them, and she can
give no motive for his action. The
next thing 'he was discovered dead."
"Very good. The case is definite
enough. The man, dead or alive,
either fell or was precipitated from
the train. So much is clear to me.
"There was no ticket in his pock
ets." "No ticket! Deartne, Watson, this
is really very singular. I understand
that there was no sign of robbery?"
"Apparently not. There is a list
here of his possessions. His purse
contained two pounds fifteen. He had
also a check-book on the Wooiwich
Branch of the Capital & Counties
Bank. Through this his identity was
established.. There were also two
dress-circle tickets for the Woolwich
Theater, dated for that very evening.
Also a small packet of technical pa
pers." Holmes gave an exclamation of
"There we have it at last, Watson!
British government Wo'olwich Ar
senaltechnical papers Brother
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