the adventure of the bruce-partington plan-第6部分

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proceedings　of　the　day　before。　The　professional　shook　his　head　over

our　confessed　burglary。

　　〃We　can't　do　these　things　in　the　force；　Mr。　Holmes；〃　said　he。　〃No

wonder　you　get　results　that　are　beyond　us。　But　some　of　these　days

you'll　go　too　far；　and　you'll　find　yourself　and　your　friend　in

trouble。〃

　　〃For　England；　home　and　beauty…　eh；　Watson？　Martyrs　on　the　altar　of

our　country。　But　what　do　you　think　of　it；　Mycroft？〃

　　〃Excellent；　Sherlock！　Admirable！　But　what　use　will　you　make　of　it？〃

　　Holmes　picked　up　the　Daily　Telegraph　which　lay　upon　the　table。

　　〃Have　you　seen　Pierrot's　advertisement　to…day？〃

　　〃What？　Another　one？〃

　　〃Yes；　here　it　is：



　　〃To…night。　Same　hour。　Same　place。　Two　taps。　Most　vitally

important。　Your　own　safety　at　stake。

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　〃PIERROT。



　　〃By　George！〃　cried　Lestrade。　〃If　he　answers　that　we've　got　him！〃

　　〃That　was　my　idea　when　I　put　it　in。　I　think　if　you　could　both　make

it　convenient　to　come　with　us　about　eight　o'clock　to　Caulfield　Gardens

we　might　possibly　get　a　little　nearer　to　a　solution。〃



　　One　of　the　most　remarkable　characteristics　of　Sherlock　Holmes　was

his　power　of　throwing　his　brain　out　of　action　and　switching　all　his

thoughts　on　to　lighter　things　whenever　he　had　convinced　himself　that

he　could　no　longer　work　to　advantage。　I　remember　that　during　the　whole

of　that　memorable　day　he　lost　himself　in　a　monograph　which　he　had

undertaken　upon　the　Polyphonic　Motets　of　Lassus。　For　my　own　part　I　had

none　of　this　power　of　detachment；　and　the　day；　in　consequence；

appeared　to　be　interminable。　The　great　national　importance　of　the

issue；　the　suspense　in　high　quarters；　the　direct　nature　of　the

experiment　which　we　were　trying…　all　combined　to　work　upon　my　nerve。

It　was　a　relief　to　me　when　at　last；　after　a　light　dinner；　we　set　out

upon　our　expedition。　Lestrade　and　Mycroft　met　us　by　appointment　at　the

outside　of　Gloucester　Road　Station。　The　area　door　of　Oberstein's　house

had　been　left　open　the　night　before；　and　it　was　necessary　for　me；　as

Mycroft　Holmes　absolutely　and　indignantly　declined　to　climb　the

railings；　to　pass　in　and　open　the　hall　door。　By　nine　o'clock　we　were

all　seated　in　the　study；　waiting　patiently　for　our　man。

　　An　hour　passed　and　yet　another。　When　eleven　struck；　the　measured

beat　of　the　great　church　clock　seemed　to　sound　the　dirge　of　our　hopes。

Lestrade　and　Mycroft　were　fidgeting　in　their　seats　and　looking　twice　a

minute　at　their　watches。　Holmes　sat　silent　and　composed；　his　eyelids

half　shut；　but　every　sense　on　the　alert。　He　raised　his　head　with　a

sudden　jerk。

　　〃He　is　coming；〃　said　he。

　　There　had　been　a　furtive　step　past　the　door。　Now　it　returned。　We

heard　a　shuffling　sound　outside；　and　then　two　sharp　taps　with　the

knocker。　Holmes　rose；　motioning　to　us　to　remain　seated。　The　gas　in　the

hall　was　a　mere　point　of　light。　He　opened　the　outer　door；　and　then

as　a　dark　figure　slipped　past　him　he　closed　and　fastened　it。　〃This

way！〃　we　heard　him　say；　and　a　moment　later　our　man　stood　before　us。

Holmes　had　followed　him　closely；　and　as　the　man　turned　with　a　cry　of

surprise　and　alarm　he　caught　him　by　the　collar　and　threw　him　back　into

the　room。　Before　our　prisoner　had　recovered　his　balance　the　door　was

shut　and　Holmes　standing　with　his　back　against　it。　The　man　glared

round　him；　staggered；　and　fell　senseless　upon　the　floor。　With　the

shock；　his　broad…brimmed　hat　flew　from　his　head；　his　cravat　slipped

down　from　his　lips；　and　there　were　the　long　light　beard　and　the

soft；　handsome　delicate　features　of　Colonel　Valentine　Walter。

　　Holmes　gave　a　whistle　of　surprise。

　　〃You　can　write　me　down　an　ass　this　time；　Watson；〃　said　he。　〃This　was

not　the　bird　that　I　was　looking　for。〃

　　〃Who　is　he？〃　asked　Mycroft　eagerly。

　　〃The　younger　brother　of　the　late　Sir　James　Walter；　the　head　of　the

Submarine　Department。　Yes；　yes；　I　see　the　fall　of　the　cards。　He　is

coming　to。　I　think　that　you　had　best　leave　his　examination　to　me。〃

　　We　had　carried　the　prostrate　body　to　the　sofa。　Now　our　prisoner

sat　up；　looked　round　him　with　a　horror…stricken　face；　and　passed　his

hand　over　his　forehead；　like　one　who　cannot　believe　his　own　senses。

　　〃What　is　this？〃　he　asked。　〃I　came　here　to　visit　Mr。　Oberstein。〃

　　〃Everything　is　known；　Colonel　Walter；〃　said　Holmes。　〃How　an

English　gentleman　could　behave　in　such　a　manner　is　beyond　my

comprehension。　But　your　whole　correspondence　and　relations　with

Oberstein　are　within　our　knowledge。　So　also　are　the　circumstances

connected　with　the　death　of　young　Cadogan　West。　Let　me　advise　you　to

gain　at　least　the　small　credit　for　repentance　and　confession；　since

there　are　still　some　details　which　we　can　only　learn　from　your　lips。〃

　　The　man　groaned　and　sank　his　face　in　his　hands。　We　waited；　but　he

was　silent。

　　〃I　can　assure　you；〃　said　Holmes；　〃that　every　essential　is　already

known。　We　know　that　you　were　pressed　for　money；　that　you　took　an

impress　of　the　keys　which　your　brother　held；　and　that　you　entered　into

a　correspondence　with　Oberstein；　who　answered　your　letters　through　the

advertisement　columns　of　the　Daily　Telegraph。　We　are　aware　that　you

went　down　to　the　office　in　the　fog　on　Monday　night；　but　that　you

were　seen　and　followed　by　young　Cadogan　West；　who　had　probably　some

previous　reason　to　suspect　you。　He　saw　your　theft；　but　could　not

give　the　alarm；　as　it　was　just　possible　that　you　were　taking　the

papers　to　your　brother　in　London。　Leaving　all　his　private　concerns；

like　the　good　citizen　that　he　was；　he　followed　you　closely　in　the

fog　and　kept　at　your　heels　until　you　reached　this　very　house。　There　he

intervened；　and　then　it　was；　Colonel　Walter；　that　to　treason　you　added

the　more　terrible　crime　of　murder。〃

　　〃I　did　not！　I　did　not！　Before　God　I　swear　that　I　did　not！〃　cried　our

wretched　prisoner。

　　〃Tell　us；　then；　how　Cadogan　West　met　his　end　before　you　laid　him

upon　the　roof　of　a　railway　carriage。〃

　　〃I　will。　I　swear　to　you　that　I　will。　I　did　the　rest。　I　confess　it。

It　was　just　as　you　say。　A　Stock　Exchange　debt　had　to　be　paid。　I　needed

the　money　badly。　Oberstein　offered　me　five　thousand。　It　was　to　save

myself　from　ruin。　But　as　to　murder；　I　am　as　innocent　as　you。〃

　　〃What　happened；　then？〃

　　〃He　had　his　suspicions　before；　and　he　followed　me　as　you　describe。　I

never　knew　it　until　I　was　at　the　very　door。　It　was　thick　fog；　and

one　could　not　see　three　yards。　I　had　given　two　taps　and　Oberstein

had　come　to　the　door。　The　young　man　rushed　up　and　demanded　to　know

what　we　were　about　to　do　with　the　papers。　Oberstein　had　a　short

life…preserver。　He　always　carried　it　with　him。　As　West　forced　his

way　after　us　into　the　house　Oberstein　struck　him　on　the　head。　The　blow

was　a　fatal　one。　He　was　dead　within　five　minutes。　There　he　lay　in

the　hall；　and　we　were　at　our　wit's　end　what　to　do。　Then　Oberstein

had　this　idea　about　the　trains　which　halted　under　his　back　window。　But

first　he　examined　the　papers　which　I　had　brought。　He　said　that　three

of　them　were　essential；　and　that　he　must　keep　them。　'You　cannot　keep

them；'　said　I。　'There　will　be　a　dreadful　row　at　Woolwich　if　they　are

not　returned。'　'I　must　keep　them；'　said　he；　'for　they　are　so　technical

that　it　is　impossible　in　the　time　to　make　copies。'　'Then　they　must　all

go　back　together　tonight；'　said　I。　He　thought　for　a　little；　and　then

he　cried　out　that　he　had　it。　'Three　I　will　keep；'　said　he。　'The　others

we　will　stuff　into　the　pocket　of　this　young　man。　When　he　is　found

the　whole　business　will　assuredly　be　put　to　his　account。　I　could　see

no　other　way　out　of　it；　so　we　did　as　he　suggested。　We　waited　half　an

hour　at　the　window　before　a　train　stopped。　It　was　so　thick　that

nothing　could　be　seen；　and　we　had　no　difficulty　in　lowering　West's

body　on　to　the　train。　That　was　the　end　of　the　matter　so　far　as　I　was

concerned。〃

　　〃And　your　brother？〃

　　〃He　said　nothing；　but　he　had　caught　me　once　with　his　keys；　and　I

think　that　he　suspected。　I　read　in　his　eves　that　he　suspected。　As

you　know；　he　never　held　up　his　head　again。〃

　　There　was　silence　in　the　room。　It　was　broken　by　Mycroft　Holmes。

　　〃Can　you　not　make　reparation？　It　would　ease　your　conscience；　and

possibly　your　punishment。〃

　　〃What　reparation　can　I　make？〃

　　〃Where　is　Oberstein　with　the　papers？〃

　　〃I　do　not　know。〃

　　〃Did　he　give　you　no　address？〃

　　〃He　said　that　letters　to　the　Hotel　du　Louvre；　Paris；　would

eventually　reach　him。〃

　　〃Then　reparation　is　still　within　your　power；〃　said　Sherlock　Holmes。

　　〃I　will　do　anything　I　can。　I　owe　this　fellow　no　particular

good…will。　He　has　been　my　ruin　and　my　downfall。

　　〃Here　are　paper　and　pen。　Sit　at　this　desk　and　write　to　my　dictation。

Direct　the　envelope　to　the　address　given。　That　is　right。　Now　the

letter：



Dear　Sir：

　　With　regard　to　our　transaction；　you　will　no　doubt　have　observed　by

now　that　one　essential　detail　is　missing。　I　have　a　tracing　which

will　make　it　complete。　This　has　involved　me　in　extra　trouble；　however；

and　I　must　ask　you　for　a　further　advance　of　five　hundred　pounds。　I

will　not　trust　it　to　the　post；　nor　will　I　take　anything　but　gold　or

notes。　I　would　come　to　you　abroad；　but　it　would　excite　remark　if　I

left　the　country　at　present。　Therefore　I　shall　expect　to　meet　you　in

the　smoking…room　of　the　Charing　Cross　Hotel　at　noon　on　Saturday。

Remember　that　only　English　notes；　or　gold；　will　be　taken。



That　will　do　very　well。　I　shall　be　very　much　surprised　if　it　does

not　fetch　our　man。〃

　　And　it　did！　It　is　a　matter　of　history…　that　secret　history　of　a

nation　which　is　often；　so　much　more　intimate　and　interesting　than

its　public　chronicles…　that　Oberstein；　eager　to　complete　the　coup　of

his　lifetime；　came　to　the　lure　and　was　safely　engulfed　for　fifteen

years　in　a　British　prison。　In　his　trunk　were　found　the　invaluable

Bruce…Partington　plans；　which　he　had　put　up　for　auction　in　all　the

naval　centres　of　Europe。

　　Colonel　Walter　died　in　prison　towards　the　end　of　the　second　year

of　his　sentence。　As　to　Holmes；　he　returned　refreshed　to　his

monograph　upon　the　Polyphonic　Motets　of　Lassus；　which　has　since　been

printed　for　private　circulation；　and　is　said　by　experts　to　be　the　last