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"'Well, Mrs. Warren, I cannot see that you have any particular cause for uneasiness, nor do I understand why I, whose time is of some value, should interfere in the matter. I really have other things to engage me.' So spoke Sherlock Holmes, and turned back to the great scrapbook in which he was arranging and indexing some of his recent material."

"'But the landlady had the pertinacity and also the cunning of her sex. "'She held her ground firmly. "'You arranged an affair for a lodger of mine last year,' she said. "'Mr. Fairdale Hobbs.' "'Ah, yes, a simple matter. "'But he would never cease talking of it. "'Your kindness, sir, and the way in which you brought light into the darkness. "'I remember his words when I was in doubt and darkness myself. "'I know you could if you only would.'

Holmes was accessible upon the side of flattery, and also to do him justice upon the side of kindliness. The two forces made him lay down his gum-brush with a sigh of resignation and push back his chair. "'Well, well, Mrs. Warren, let us hear about it then. You don't object to tobacco, I take it?' "'Thank you. Watson, the matches?'

"'You are uneasy, as I understand, because your new lodger remains in his rooms and you cannot see him. Why, bless you, Mrs. Warren, if I were your lodger you often would not see me for weeks on end.' "'No doubt, sir, but this is different. It frightens me, Mr. Holmes. I can't sleep for fright.'

"'to hear his quick step moving here and moving there "'from early morning to late at night, "'and yet never to catch so much as a glimpse of him. "'It's more than I can stand. "'My husband is as nervous over it as I am, "'but he is out at his work all day, "'while I get no rest from it. "'What is he hiding from? "'What has he done? "'Except for the girl, I am all alone in the house with him, "'and it's more than my nerves can stand.'

Holmes leaned forward and laid his long thin fingers upon the woman's shoulder. He had an almost hypnotic power of soothing when he wished. The scared look faded from her eyes, and her agitated features smoothed into their usual commonplace. She sat down in the chair which he had indicated. "'If I take it up, I must understand every detail,' said he. "'Take time to consider. The smallest point may be the most essential.'

"'You say that the man came ten days ago and paid you for a fortnight's board and lodging?' "'He asked my terms, sir. I said fifty shillings a week. There is a small sitting-room and bedroom, and all complete, at the top of the house.' "'Well?' "'He said, I'll pay you five pounds a week if I can have it on my own terms. I'm a poor woman, sir, and Mr. Warren earns little, and the money meant much to me.'

"'He took out a ten-pound note and he held it out to me then and there. "'You can have the same every fortnight for a long time to come if you keep the terms,' he said. "'If not, I'll have no more to do with you.' "'What were the terms?' "'Well, sir, they were that he was to have a key to the house. "'That was all right. "'Lodgers often have them. "'Also that he was to be left entirely to himself and never, upon any excuse, to be disturbed.'

"'Nothing wonderful in that, surely?' "'Not in reason, sir. But this is out of all reason. He has been there for ten days, and neither Mr. Warren nor I nor the girl has once set eyes upon him. We can hear that quick step of his, pacing up and down, up and down, night, morning and noon, but except on that first night he has never once gone out of the house.' "'Oh, he went out the first night, did he?'

"'Yes, sir, and returned very late, after we were all in bed. He told me, after he had taken the rooms, that he would do so and asked me not to bar the door. I heard him come up the stair after midnight. "'What his meals?' "'It was his particular direction that we should always, when he rang, leave his meal upon a chair outside his door. Then he rings again when he is finished and we take it down from the same chair.'

"'If he wants anything else, he prints it on a slip of paper and leaves it.' "'Prints it?' "'Yes, sir. Prints it in pencil.' "'Just a word. Nothing more. Here's the one I brought to show you. Soap. Here's another. Match. This is one he left the first morning. Daily Gazette. I leave that paper with his breakfast every morning.' "'Dear me, Watson,' said Holmes, staring with great curiosity at the slips of foolscap which the lady had handed to him.

"'This is certainly a little unusual. Seclusion I can understand. But why print? Printing is a clumsy process. Why not write? What would it suggest, Watson?' "'That he desire to conceal his handwriting.' "'But why? What can it matter to him that his landlady should have a word of his writing? Still it may be as you say. Then again, why such laconic messages?' "'I cannot imagine.'

it opens a pleasing field for intelligent speculation the words are written with a broad-pointed violet-tinted pencil of a not unusual pattern you will observe that the paper is torn away at the side here after the printing was done so that the s of soap is partly gone suggestive watson is it not of caution

"'Exactly. There was evidently some mark, some thumbprint, something which might give a clue to the person's identity. Now, Mrs. Warren, you say that the man was of middle size, dark and bearded. What age would he be?' "'Youngish, sir. Not over thirty.' "'Well, can you give me no further indications?' "'He spoke good English, sir, and yet I thought he was a foreigner by his accent.' "'And he was well-dressed?'

"'Very smartly dressed, sir. Quite the gentleman. Dark clothes. Nothing you would note.' "'He gave no name?' "'No, sir.' "'And has had no letters or callers?' "'None.' "'But surely you are the girl. Enter his room of a morning.' "'No, sir. He looks after himself entirely.' "'Fear me, that is certainly remarkable. What about his luggage?' "'He had one big brown bag with him, nothing else.'

"'Well, we don't seem to have much material to help us.' "'Do you say nothing has come out of that room? Absolutely nothing?' The landlady drew an envelope from her bag. From it she shook out two burnt matches and a cigarette end upon the table. "'They were on his tray this morning. I brought them because I had heard that you can read great things out of small ones.' Holmes shrugged his shoulders. "'There is nothing here,' said he.

the matches have of course been used to light cigarettes that is obvious from the sharpness of the burnt end half the match is consumed in lighting a pipe or cigar but dear me this cigarette stub is certainly remarkable the gentleman was bearded and moustached you say yes sir

"'I don't understand that. I should say that only a clean-shaven man would have smoked this. Why, Watson, even your modest moustache would have been singed.' "'A holder?' I suggested. "'Oh, no, the end is matted. I suppose there could not be two people in your rooms, Mrs. Warren?' "'No, sir. He eats so little that I often wonder it can keep life in one.'

"'Well, I think we must wait for a little more material. After all, you have nothing to complain of. You have received your rent, and he is not a troublesome lodger. Though he is certainly an unusual one. He pays you well, and if he chooses to lie concealed, it is no direct business of yours. We have no excuse for an intrusion upon his privacy, until we have some reason to think that there is a guilty reason for it.'

i have taken up the matter and i won't lose sight of it report to me if anything fresh occurs and rely upon my assistance if it should be needed there are certainly some points of interest in this case watson he remarked when the landlady had left us it may of course be trivial individual eccentricity or it may be very much deeper than appears on the surface

"'The first thing that strikes me is the obvious possibility that the person now in the rooms may be entirely different from the one who engaged them.' "'Why should you think so?' "'Well, apart from this cigarette end, was it not suggestive that the only time the lodger went out was immediately after his taking the rooms? He came back, or someone came back, when all witnesses were out of the way.'

we have no proof that the person who came back was the person who went out then again the man who took the rooms spoke english well this other however prints match when it should have been matches i can imagine that the word was taken out of a dictionary which would give the noun but not the plural the laconic style may be to conceal the absence of knowledge of english

"'Yes, Watson, there are good reasons to suspect that there has been a substitution of lodgers.' "'But for what possible end?' "'Ah, there lies our problem. There is one rather obvious line of investigation.' He took down the great book in which day by day he filed the agony columns of the various London journals. "'Dear me,' said he, turning over the pages,

what a chorus of groans cries and bleatings what a rag-bag of singular happenings but surely the most valuable hunting-ground that ever was given to a student of the unusual this person is alone and cannot be approached by letter without a breach of that absolute secrecy which is desired how is any news or any message to reach him from without obviously by advertisement through a newspaper

There seems no other way, and fortunately we can concern ourselves with the one paper only. Here are the Daily Gazette extracts of the last fortnight. "'Lady with a black boa at Prince's Skating Club, that we may pass. Surely Jimmy will not break his mother's heart, that appears to be irrelevant. If the lady who fainted on Brixton's bus, she does not interest me.'

"'Every day my heart longs—' "'Bleat, Watson, unmitigated bleat. Ah, this is a little more possible. Listen to this. Be patient. We'll find some means of communications. Meanwhile, this column—G. That is two days after Mrs. Warren's lodger arrived. It sounds plausible, does it not?'

The mysterious one could understand English, even if he could not print it. Let us see if we can pick up the trace again. Yes, here we are. Three days later. In making successful arrangements. Patience and prudence. The clouds will pass. Gee! Nothing for a week after that. Then comes something much more definite.

the path is clearing if i find chance signal message remember code agreed one a two b and so on you will hear soon g that was in yesterday's paper and there is nothing in today's it's all very appropriate to mrs warren's lodger if we wait a little watson i don't doubt that the affair will grow more intelligible so it proved

for in the morning i found my friend standing on the hearthrug with his back to the fire and a smile of complete satisfaction upon his face how's this watson he cried picking up the paper from the table high red house with white stone facings third floor second window left after dusk gee that is definite enough i think after breakfast we must make a little reconnaissance of mrs warren's neighbourhood

"'Ah, Mrs. Warren, what news do you bring us this morning?' Our client had suddenly burst into the room with an explosive energy which told of some new and momentous development. "'It's a police matter, Mr. Holmes,' she cried. "'I'll have no more of it. He shall pack out of there with his baggage. I would have gone straight up and told him so, only I thought it was but fair to you to take your opinion first.'

but i'm at the end of my patience and when it comes to knocking my old man about knocking mr warren about using him roughly anyway but who used him roughly ah that's what we want to know it was this morning sir mr warren is a timekeeper at morton and waylight's in tottenham court sir

"'He has to be out of the house before seven. Well, this morning he had not gone ten paces down the road when two men came up behind him, threw a coat over his head and bundled him into a cab that was beside the curb. They drove him an hour and then opened the door and shot him out. He lay in the roadway so shaken in his wits that he never saw what became of the cab.'

"'When he picked himself up he found he was on Hampstead Heath, so he took a bus home, and there he lies now on his sofa while I came straight round to tell you what had happened.' "'Most interesting,' said Holmes. "'Did he observe the appearance of these men? Did he hear them talk?' "'No, he is clean-dazed. He just knows that he was lifted up as if by magic and dropped as if by magic. Two at least were in it, and maybe three.'

"'And you connect this attack with your lodger?' "'Well, we've lived there fifteen years, and no such happenings ever came before. I've had enough of him. Money's not everything. I'll have him out of my house before the day is done.' "'Wait a bit, Mrs. Warren. Do nothing rash. I begin to think that this affair may be very much more important than appeared at first. It is clear now that some danger is threatening your lodger.'

it is equally clear that his enemies lying in wait for him near your door mistook your husband for him in the foggy morning light on discovering their mistake they released him what they would have done had it not been a mistake we can only conjecture what am i to do mr holmes i have a great fancy to see this lodger of yours mrs warren i don't see how that is to be managed unless you break in the door

"'I always hear him unlock it as I go down the stair after I leave the tray. He has to take the tray in. Surely we could conceal ourselves and see him do it?' The landlady thought for a moment. "'Well, sir, there's the box-room opposite. I could arrange a looking-glass, maybe, and if you were behind the door—' "'Excellent,' said Holmes. "'When does he lunch?' "'About one, sir.'

Then Dr. Watson and I will come round in time. For the present, Mrs. Warren, good-bye." At half-past twelve we found ourselves upon the steps of Mrs. Warren's house, a high thin yellow brick edifice in Great Orme Street, a narrow thoroughfare at the north-east side of the British Museum. Standing as it does near the corner of the street, it commands a view down Howe Street with its more pretentious houses.

Holmes pointed with a chuckle to one of these, a row of residential flats, which projected so that they could not fail to catch the eye. "'See, Watson,' said he, "'high red house with stone facings. There is the signal station all right. We know the place and we know the code, so surely our task should be simple. There is a to-let card in that window. It is evidently an empty flat to which the Confederate has access.'

"'Well, Mrs. Warren, what now?' "'I have it all ready for you. If you will both come up and leave your boots below on the landing, I'll put you there now.' It was an excellent hiding-place which she had arranged. The mirror was so placed that, seated in the dark, we could very plainly see the door opposite. We had hardly settled down in it, and Mrs. Warren left us, when a distant tinkle announced that our mysterious neighbor had rung.'

Presently the landlady appeared with the tray, laid it down upon a chair beside the closed door, and then, treading heavily, departed. Crouching together in the angle of the door we kept our eyes fixed upon the mirror. Suddenly, as the landlady's footsteps died away, there was the creak of a turning-key, the handle revolved, and two thin hands darted out and lifted the tray from the chair.

An instant later it was hurriedly replaced, and I caught a glimpse of a dark, beautiful, horrified face glaring at the narrow opening of the box-room. Then the door crashed, too. The key turned once more, and all was silence. Holmes twitched my sleeve, and together we stole down the stair. "'I will call again in the evening,' said he to the expectant landlady. "'I think, Watson, we can discuss this business better in our own quarters.'

"'My surmise, as you saw, proved to be correct,' said he, speaking from the depths of his easy-chair. "'There has been a substitution of lodgers. What I did not foresee is that we should find a woman, and no ordinary woman, Watson.' "'She saw us.' "'Well, she saw something to alarm her, that is certain. The general sequence of events is pretty clear, is it not? A couple seek refuge in London from a very terrible and instant danger.'

The measure of that danger is the rigor of their precautions. The man, who has some work which he must do, desires to leave the woman in absolute safety while he does it. It is not an easy problem, but he solved it in an original fashion, and so effectively that her presence was not even known to the landlady who supplies her with food. The printed messages, as is now evident, were to prevent her sex from being discovered by her writing."

the man cannot come near the woman or he will guide their enemies to her since he cannot communicate with her direct he has recourse to the agony column of a paper so far all is clear but what is at the root of it ah yes watson severely practical as usual what is at the root of it all mrs warren's whimsical problem enlarges somewhat and assumes a more sinister aspect as we proceed

this much we can say that is no ordinary love escapade you saw the woman's face at the sign of danger we have heard too of the attack upon the landlord which was undoubtedly meant for the lodger these alarms and the desperate need for secrecy argue that the matter is one of life or death

the attack upon mr warren further shows that the enemy whoever they are are themselves not aware of the substitution of the female lodger for the male it is very curious and complex watson why should you go further in it what have you got to gain from it

"'What, indeed! It is art for art's sake, Watson. I suppose when you doctored you found yourself studying cases without thought of a fee?' "'For my education, Holmes.' "'Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last. This is an instructive case. There is neither money nor credit in it, and yet one would wish to tidy it up.'

When thus comes, we should find ourselves one stage advanced in our investigation. When we returned to Mrs. Warren's rooms, the gloom of a London winter evening had thickened into one grey curtain, a dead monotone of colour, broken only by the sharp yellow squares of the windows and the blurred halos of the gas-lamps. As we peered from the darkened sitting-room of the lodging-house, one more dim light glimmered high up through the obscurity.

"'Someone is moving in that room,' said Holmes in a whisper. His gaunt and eager face thrust forward to the window-pane. "'Yes, I can see his shadow. There he is again. He has a candle in his hand. Now he is peering across. He wants to be sure that she is on the lookout. Now he begins to flash. Take the message also, Watson, that we may check each other. A single flash, that is A, surely.'

"'Now then, how many did you make it?' "'Twenty. So did I.' "'That should mean T. A-T-A-T. That's intelligible enough. Another T. Surely this is the beginning of a second word. Now then, T-E-N-T-A. Dead stop. That can't be all, Watson. A tenta gives no sense.'

"'Nor is it any better as three words. At, tin, ta, unless T.A. are a person's initials. There he goes again. What's that? A.T.T.E. Why, it is the same message over again. Curious, Watson, very curious. Now he is off once more. A.T. Why, he is repeating it for the third time.'

A-T-T-E-N-T-A. Three times. How often will he repeat it? No, that seems to be the finish. He has withdrawn from the window. "'What do you make of it, Watson?' "'A cipher message, Holmes.' My companion gave a sudden chuckle of comprehension. "'And not a very obscure cipher, Watson,' said he. "'Why, of course it is Italian. A means that it is addressed to a woman.'

"Beware, beware, beware!" "How's that, Watson?" "I believe you have hit it." "No doubt of it. It is a very urgent message, thrice repeated, to make it more so." "But beware of what?" "Wait a bit. He is coming to the window once more. Again we saw the dim silhouette of a crouching man, and the whisk of the small flame across the window as the signals were renewed.

They came more rapidly than before, so rapid that it was hard to follow them. P-E-R-I-C-O-L-O. Pericolo. Hey, what's that, Watson? A danger, isn't it? Yes, by Jove. It's a danger signal. There he goes again. P-E-R-I. Hello? What on earth—

The light had suddenly gone out, the glimmering square of window had disappeared, and the third floor formed a dark band round the lofty building with its tiers of shining casements. The last warning cry had been suddenly cut short. "'How and by whom?' The same thought occurred on the instant to both of us. Holmes sprang up from where he crouched by the window. "'This is serious, Watson,' he cried. "'There is some devilry going forward.'

Why should such a message stop in such a way? I should put Scotland Yard in touch with this business, and yet it is too pressing for us to leave. Shall I go for the police? We must define the situation a little more clearly. It may bear some more innocent interpretation. Come, Watson, let us go across ourselves and see what we can make of it. End of Part 1

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Put some spring in your cup with the iced lavender matcha. And now, here you go. Your iced lavender lattes are ready at Starbucks. Part 2 of The Adventure of the Red Circle by Arthur Conan Doyle. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Part 2 As we walked rapidly down Howe Street, I glanced back at the building which we had left.

there dimly outlined at the top window i could see the shadow of a head a woman's head gazing tensely rigidly out into the night waiting with breathless suspense for the renewal of that interrupted message at the doorway of the house street flats a man muffled in a cravat and greatcoat was leaning against the railing he started as the hall light fell upon our faces

"'Holmes!' he cried. "'Why, Gregson,' said my companion as he shook hands with the Scotland Yard detective, "'journeys end with lovers' meetings. What brings you here?' "'The same reason that brings you, I expect,' said Gregson. "'How you got on to it, I can't imagine. Different threads, but leading up to the same tangle. I've been taking the signals.' "'Signals?' "'Yes, from that window.'

"'They broke off in the middle. We came over here to see the reason. But since it is safe in your hands, I see no object in continuing this business.' "'Wait a bit!' cried Gregson eagerly. "'I'll do you this justice, Mr. Holmes, that I was never in a case yet that I didn't feel stronger for having you on my side. There's only one exit to these flats, so we have him safe.'

who is he well well we score over you for once mr holmes you must give us best this time he struck his stick sharply upon the ground on which a cabman his whip in hand sauntered over from a four-wheeler which stood on the far side of the street

"'May I introduce you to Mr. Sherlock Holmes?' he said to the cabman. "'This is Mr. Leverton of Pinkerton's American Agency.' "'The hero of the Long Island Cave mystery,' said Holmes. "'Sir, I am pleased to meet you.' The American, a quiet businesslike young man, with a clean-shaven hatchet face, flushed up at the words of commendation. "'I am on the trail of my life now, Mr. Holmes,' said he. "'If I can get Georgiano—' "'What?'

"'Giorgiano of the Red Circle? Oh, he has a European fame, has he? Well, we've learned all about him in America. We know he is at the bottom of fifty murders, and yet we have nothing positive we can take him on. I tracked him over from New York, and I've been close to him for a week in London, waiting some excuse to get my hands on his collar.'

"'Mr. Gregson and I ran him to ground in that big tenement-house, and there's only one door so he can't slip us. There's three folk come out since he went in, but I'll swear he wasn't one of them.' "'Mr. Holmes talks of signals,' said Gregson. "'I expect, as usual, he knows a good deal that we don't.' In a few clear words Holmes explained the situation as it had appeared to us. The American struck his hands together with vexation.'

he's on to us he cried why do you think so well it figures out that way does it not here he is sending out messages to an accomplice there are several of his gang in london then suddenly just as by your account he was telling them there was danger he broke short off

what could it mean except that from the window he had suddenly either caught sight of us in the street or in some way come to understand how close the danger was and that he must act right away if he was to avoid it what do you suggest mr holmes that we go up at once and see for ourselves but we have no warrant for his arrest he is in unoccupied premises under suspicious circumstances said grexon that is good enough for the moment

"'When we have him by the heels we can see if New York can't help us to keep him. I'll take the responsibility for arresting him now. Our official detectives may blunder in the matter of intelligence, but never in that of courage.' Gregson climbed the stairs to arrest this desperate murderer with the same absolute quiet and businesslike bearing with which he would have ascended the official staircase of Scotland Yard.'

The Pinkerton man had tried to push past him, but Gregson had firmly elbowed him back. London dangers were the privilege of the London force. The door of the left-hand flat upon the third landing was standing ajar. Gregson pushed it open. Within all was absolute silence and darkness. I struck a match and lit the detective's lantern. As I did so, and as the flicker steadied into a flame, we all gave a gasp of surprise.

on the deal boards of the carpetless floor there was outlined a fresh track of blood the red steps pointed toward us and away from an inner room the door of which was closed grexon flung it open and held his light full blaze in front of him while we all peered eagerly over his shoulders

in the middle of the floor of the empty room was huddled the figure of an enormous man his clean-shaven swarthy face grotesquely horrible in its contortion and his head encircled by a ghastly crimson halo of blood lying in a broad wet circle upon the white woodwork

his knees were drawn up his hands thrown out in agony and from the centre of his broad brown upturned throat there projected the white haft of a knife driven blade-deep into his body giant as he was the man must have gone down like a pole axed ox before that terrific blow beside his right hand a most formidable horn-handled two-edged dagger lay upon the floor and near it a black kid glove

"'By George, it's Black Georgiano himself!' cried the American detective. "'Someone has got ahead of us this time.' "'Here is the candle in the window, Mr. Holmes,' said Gregson. "'Why, whatever are you doing?' Holmes had stepped across, had lit the candle, and was passing it backward and forward across the window-panes. Then he peered into the darkness, blew the candle out, and threw it on the floor. "'I rather think that will be helpful,' said he.'

He came over and stood in deep thought while the two professionals were examining the body. "'You say that three people came out of the flat while you were waiting downstairs?' said he at last. "'Did you observe them closely?' "'Yes, I did.' "'Was there a fellow about thirty, black-bearded, dark, of middle size?' "'Yes, he was the last to pass me.' "'That is your man, I fancy?'

i can give you his description and we have a very excellent outline of his footmark that should be enough for you not much mr holmes among the millions of london perhaps not that is why i thought it best to summon this lady to your aid we all turned round at the words there framed in the doorway was a tall and beautiful woman the mysterious lodger of bloomsbury

Slowly she advanced, her face pale and drawn, with a frightful apprehension. Her eyes fixed and staring, her terrified gaze riveted upon the dark figure on the floor. "'You have killed him!' she muttered. "'Oh, dear me, you have killed him!' Then I heard a sudden sharp intake of her breath, and she sprang into the air with a cry of joy."

Round and round the room she danced, her hands clapping, her dark eyes gleaming with the lighted wonder, and a thousand pretty Italian exclamations pouring from her lips. It was terrible and amazing to see such a woman so convulsed with joy at such a sight. Suddenly she stopped and gazed at us all with a questioning stare. "'But you—you are police, are you not? You have killed Giuseppe Giorgiano, is it not so?'

"'We are police, madam.' She looked round into the shadows of the room. "'But then where is Gennaro?' she asked. "'He is my husband, Gennaro Luca. I am Emilia Luca, and we are both from New York. Where is Gennaro? He called me this moment from this window, and I ran with all my speed.' "'It was I who called,' said Holmes. "'You? How could you call?'

"'Your cipher was not difficult, madam. Your presence here was desirable. I knew that I had only to flash Vaini, and you would surely come.' The beautiful Italian looked with awe at my companion. "'I do not understand how you know these things,' she said. "'Giuseppe Giorgiano, how did he—' she paused. And then suddenly her face lit up with pride and delight—'

"'Now I see it! My Gennaro, my splendid, beautiful Gennaro, who has guarded me safe from all harm, he did it. With his own strong hand he killed the monster. Oh, Gennaro, how wonderful you are! What woman could ever be worthy of such a man?' "'Well, Mrs. Luca,' said the prosaic Gregson, laying his hand upon the lady's sleeve, with as little sentiment as if she were a Notting Hill hooligan.'

"'I am not very clear yet who you are or what you are, but you have said enough to make it very clear that we shall want you at the yard.' "'One moment, Gregson,' said Holmes. "'I rather fancy that this lady may be as anxious to give us information as we can be to get it. You understand, madam, that your husband will be arrested and tried for the death of the man who lies before us? What you say may be used in evidence.'

but if you think that he has acted from motives which are not criminal and which he would wish to have known then you cannot serve him better than by telling us the whole story now that giorgiano is dead we fear nothing said the lady he was a devil and a monster and there can be no judge in the world who would punish my husband for having killed him

"'In that case,' said Holmes, "'my suggestion is that we lock this door, leave things as we found them, go with this lady to her room, and form our opinion after we have heard what it is she has to say to us.' Half an hour later we were seated, all four, in the small sitting-room of Signora Luca, listening to her remarkable narrative of those sinister events, the ending of which we had chanced to witness.'

She spoke in rapid and fluent but very unconventional English, which for the sake of clearness I will make grammatical. "'I was born in Poslipo, near Naples,' said she, "'and was the daughter of Augusto Borelli, who was the chief lawyer and once the deputy of that part. Gennaro was in my father's employment, and I came to love him as any woman must.'

he had neither money nor position nothing but his beauty and strength and energy so my father forbade the match we fled together were married at bari and sold my jewels to gain the money which would take us to america this was four years ago and we have been in new york ever since

"'Fortune was very good to us at first. Gennaro was able to do a service to an Italian gentleman—he saved him from some ruffians—in the place called the Bowery, and so made a powerful friend. His name was Tito Castellotti, and he was the senior partner of the great firm of Castellotti and Zamba, who were the chief fruit importers of New York.'

"'Signor Zamba is an invalid, and our new friend Castellotti has all power within the firm, which employs more than three hundred men. He took my husband into his employment, made him head of a department, and showed his good will towards him in every way. Signor Castellotti was a bachelor, and I believe that he felt as if Gennaro was his son, and both my husband and I loved him as if he were our father.'

We had taken and furnished a little house in Brooklyn, and our whole future seemed assured when that black cloud appeared which was soon to overspread our sky. One night, when Gennaro returned from his work, he brought a fellow-countryman back with him. His name was Giorgiano, and he had come also from Pozzilippo. He was a huge man, as you can testify, for you have looked upon his corpse."

"'Not only was his body that of a giant, but everything about him was grotesque, gigantic, and terrifying. His voice was like thunder in our little house. There was scarce room for the whirl of his great arms as he talked. His thoughts, his emotions, his passions, all were exaggerated and monstrous.'

"'He talked, or rather roared, with such energy that others could but sit and listen, "'cowed with a mighty stream of words. "'His eyes blazed at you and held you at his mercy. "'He was a terrible and wonderful man. "'I thank God that he is dead. "'He came again and again, yet I was aware that Gennaro was no more happy than I was in his presence.'

My poor husband would sit pale and listless, listening to the endless raving upon politics and upon social questions which made up our visitor's conversation. Gennaro said nothing, but I, who knew him so well, could read in his face some emotion which I had never seen there before. At first I thought that it was dislike.

And then, gradually, I understood that it was more than dislike. It was fear, a deep, secret, shrinking fear. That night, the night that I read his terror, I put my arms round him and I implored him by his love for me and by all that he held dear to hold nothing from me and to tell me why this huge man overshadowed him so.

He told me, and my heart grew cold as ice as I listened. My poor Gennaro, in his wild and fiery days, when all the world seemed against him, and his mind was driven half mad by the injustices of life, had joined a Neapolitan society, the Red Circle, which was allied to the old Carbonari. The oaths and secrets of this brotherhood were frightful,

"'And once within its rule, no escape was possible. "'When we fled to America, "'Gennaro thought that he had cast it all off forever. "'What was his horror one evening to meet in the streets "'the very man who had initiated him in Naples, "'the giant Giorgiano, "'a man who had earned the name of Death in the south of Italy, "'for he was read to the elbow in murder.'

he had come to new york to avoid the italian police and he had already planted a branch of this dreadful society in his new home all this gennaro told me and showed me a summons which he had received that very day a red circle drawn upon the head of it telling him that a lodge would be held upon a certain date and that his presence at it was required and ordered

"'That was bad enough, but worse was to come. I had noticed for some time that when Giorgiano came to us, as he constantly did in the evening, he spoke much to me, and even when his words were to my husband, those terrible, glaring, wild beast-eyes of his were always turned upon me. One night his secret came out.'

I had awakened what he called love within him, the love of a brute, a savage. Gennaro had not yet returned when he came. He pushed his way in, seized me in his mighty arms, hugged me in his bearish embrace, covered me with kisses, and implored me to come away with him. I was struggling and screaming when Gennaro entered and attacked him.

He struck Gennaro senseless and fled from the house which he was never more to enter. It was a deadly enemy that we made that night. A few days later came the meeting. Gennaro returned from it with the face which told me that something dreadful had occurred. It was worse than we could have imagined possible.

the funds of the society were raised by blackmailing rich italians and threatening them with violence should they refuse the money it seems that castellotti our dear friend and benefactor had been approached he had refused to yield to threats and he had handed the notices to the police it was resolved now that such an example should be made of them as would prevent any other victim from rebelling

at the meeting it was arranged that he and his house should be blown up with dynamite there was a drawing of lots as to who should carry out the deed gennaro saw our enemy's cruel face smiling at him as he dipped his hand in the bag no doubt it had been prearranged in some fashion for it was the fatal disk with the red circle upon it-the mandate for murder which lay upon his palm he was to kill his best friend

or he was to expose himself and me to the vengeance of his comrades it was part of their fiendish system to punish those whom they feared or hated by injuring not only their own persons but those whom they loved and it was the knowledge of this which hung as a terror over my poor gennaro's head and drove him nearly crazy with apprehension

All that night we sat together, our arms round each other, each strengthening each for the troubles that lay before us. The very next evening had been fixed for the attempt. By midday my husband and I were on our way to London, but not before he had given our benefactor full warning of this danger, and had also left such information for the police as would safeguard his life for the future. "'The rest, gentlemen, you know for yourselves.'

We were sure that our enemies would be behind us like our own shadows. Giorgiano had his private reasons for vengeance. But in any case, we knew how ruthless, cunning, and untiring he would be. Both Italy and America are full of stories of his dreadful powers. If ever they were exerted, it would be now."

my darling made use of the few clear days which our start had given us in arranging for a refuge for me in such a fashion that no possible danger could reach me for his own part he wished to be free that he might communicate both with the american and with the italian police i do not myself know where he lived or how all that i learned was through the columns of a newspaper but once as i looked through my window i saw two italians watching the house

and I understood that in some way Giorgiano had found our retreat. Finally Gennaro told me, through the paper, that he would signal me from a certain window, but when the signals came there were nothing but warnings which were suddenly interrupted. It is very clear to me now that he knew Giorgiano to be close upon him, and that, thank God, he was ready for him when he came. And now, gentlemen—

i would ask you whether we have anything to fear from the law or whether any judge upon earth would condemn my gennaro for what he has done well mr gregson said the american looking across at the official i don't know what your british point of view may be but i suggest that in new york this lady's husband will receive a pretty general vote of thanks

"'She will have to come with me and see the chief,' Gregson answered. "'If what she says is corroborated, I do not think she or her husband has much to fear. But what I can't make heads or tails of, Mr. Holmes, is how on earth you got yourself mixed up in the matter. Education, Gregson, education. Still seeking knowledge at the old university. Well, Watson, you have one more specimen of the tragic and grotesque to add to your collection.'

By the way, it is not eight o'clock, and a Wagner night at Covent Garden. If we hurry, we might be in time for the second act."

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