The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
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gentleman with the bad hat and all the other characteristics with which I have
bored you. So now we must set ourselves very seriously to finding this gentleman
and ascertaining what part he has played in this little mystery. To do this, we
must try the simplest means first, and these lie undoubtedly in an advertisement
in all the evening papers. If this fail, I shall have recourse to other
"What will you say?"
"Give me a pencil and that slip of paper. Now, then: 'Found at the corner
of Goodge Street, a goose and a black felt hat. Mr. Henry Baker can have the
same by applying at 6:30 this evening at 221B, Baker Street.' That is clear and
"Very. But will he see it?"
"Well, he is sure to keep an eye on the papers, since, to a poor man, the
loss was a heavy one. He was clearly so scared by his mischance in breaking the
window and by the approach of Peterson that he thought of nothing but flight,
but since then he must have bitterly regretted the impulse which caused him to
drop his bird. Then, again, the introduction of his name will cause him to see
it, for everyone who knows him will direct his attention to it. Here you are,
Peterson, run down to the advertising agency and have this put in the evening
"In which, sir?"
"Oh, in the Globe, Star, Pall Mall, St. James's, Evening News Standard,
Echo, and any others that occur to you."
"Very well, sir. And this stone?"
"Ah, yes, I shall keep the stone. Thank you. And, I say, Peterson, just buy
a goose on your way back and leave it here with me, for we must have one to give
to this gentleman in place of the one which your family is now devouring."
When the commissionaire had gone, Holmes took up the stone and held it
against the light. "It's a bonny thing," said he. "Just see how it glints and
sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is.
They are the devil's pet baits. In the larger and older jewels every facet may
stand for a bloody deed. This stone is not yet twenty years old. It was found in
the banks of the Amoy River in southern China and is remarkable in having every
characteristic of the carbuncle, save that it is blue in shade instead of ruby
red. In spite of its youth, it has already a sinister history. There have been
two murders, a vitriol-throwing, a suicide, and several robberies brought about
for the sake of this forty-grain weight of crystallized charcoal. Who would
think that so pretty a toy would be a purveyor to the gallows and the prison?
I'll lock it up in my strong box now and drop a line to the Countess to say that
we have it."
"Do you think that this man Horner is innocent?"
"I cannot tell."
"Well, then, do you imagine that this other one, Henry Baker, had anything
to do with the matter?"
"It is, I think, much more likely that Henry Baker is an absolutely
innocent man, who had no idea that the bird which he was carrying was of
considerably more value than if it were made of solid gold. That, however, I
shall determine by a very simple test if we have an answer to our
"And you can do nothing until then?"
"In that case I shall continue my professional round. But I shall come back
in the evening at the hour you have mentioned, for I should like to see the
solution of so tangled a business."
"Very glad to see you. I dine at seven. There is a woodcock, I believe. By
the way, in view of recent occurrences, perhaps I ought to ask Mrs. Hudson to
examine its crop."
I had been delayed at a case, and it was a little after half-past six when
I found myself in Baker Street once more. As I approached the house I saw a tall
man in a Scotch bonnet with a coat which was buttoned up to his chin waiting
outside in the bright semicircle which was thrown from the fanlight. Just as l
arrived the door was opened, and we were shown up together to Holmes's room.
"Mr. Henry Baker, I believe," said he, rising from his armchair and
greeting his visitor with the easy air of geniality which he could so readily
assume. "Pray take this chair by the fire, Mr. Baker. It is a cold night, and I
observe that your circulation is more adapted for summer than for winter. Ah,
Watson, you have just come at the right time. Is that your hat, Mr. Baker?"
"Yes, sir, that is undoubtedly my hat."
He was a large man with rounded shoulders, a massive head, and a broad,
intelligent face, sloping down to a pointed beard of grizzled brown. A touch of
red in nose and cheeks, with a slight tremor of his extended hand, recalled
Holmes's surmise as to his habits. His rusty black frock-coat was buttoned right
up in front, with the collar turned up, and his lank wrists protruded from his
sleeves without a sign of cuff or shirt. He spoke in a slow staccato fashion,
choosing his words with care, and gave the impression generally of a man of
learning and letters who had had ill-usage at the hands of fortune.
"We have retained these things for some days," said Holmes, "because we
expected to see an advertisement from you giving your address. I am at a loss to
know now why you did not advertise."
Our visitor gave a rather shamefaced laugh. "Shillings have not been so
plentiful with me as they once were," he remarked. "I had no doubt that the gang
of roughs who assaulted me had carried off both my hat and the bird. I did not
care to spend more money in a hopeless attempt at recovering them."
"Very naturally. By the way, about the bird, we were compelled to eat it."
"To eat it!" Our visitor half rose from his chair in his excitement.
"Yes, it would have been of no use to anyone had we not done so. But I
presume that this other goose upon the sideboard, which is about the same weight
and perfectly fresh, will answer your purpose equally well?"
"Oh, certainly, certainly," answered Mr. Baker with a sigh of relief.
"Of course, we still have the feathers, legs, crop, and so on of your own
bird, so if you wish--"
The man burst into a hearty laugh. "They might be useful to me as relics of
my adventure," said he, "but beyond that I can hardly see what use the disjecta
membra of my late acquaintance are going to be to me. No, sir, I think that,
with your permission, I will confine my attentions to the excellent bird which I
perceive upon the sideboard."
Sherlock Holmes glanced sharply across at me with a slight shrug of his
"There is your hat, then, and there your bird," said he. "By the way, would
it bore you to tell me where you got the other one from? I am somewhat of a fowl
fancier, and I have seldom seen a better grown goose."
"Certainly, sir," said Baker, who had risen and tucked his newly gained
property under his arm. "There are a few of us who frequent the Alpha Inn, near
the Museum--we are to be found in the Museum itself during the day, you
understand. This year our good host, Windigate by name, instituted a goose club,
by which, on consideration of some few pence every week, we were each to receive
a bird at Christmas. My pence were duly paid, and the rest is familiar to you. I
am much indebted to you, sir, for a Scotch bonnet is fitted neither to my years
nor my gravity." With a comical pomposity of manner he bowed solemnly to both of
us and strode off upon his way.
"So much for Mr. Henry Baker," said Holmes when he had closed the door
behind him. "It is quite certain that he knows nothing whatever about the
matter. Are you hungry, Watson?"
"Then I suggest that we turn our dinner into a supper and follow up this
clew while it is still hot."
"By all means."
It was a bitter night, so we drew on our ulsters and wrapped cravats about
our throats. Outside, the stars were shining coldly in a cloudless sky, and the
breath of the passers-by blew out into smoke like so many pistol shots. Our
footfalls rang out crisply and loudly as we swung through the doctors' quarter,
Wimpole Street, Harley Street, and so through Wigmore Street into Oxford Street.
In a quarter of an hour we were in Bloomsbury at the Alpha Inn, which is a small
public-house at the corner of one of the streets which runs down into Holborn.
Holmes pushed open the door of the private bar and ordered two glasses of beer
from the ruddy-faced, white-aproned landlord.
"Your beer should be excellent if it is as good as your geese," said he.
"My geese!" The man seemed surprised.
"Yes. I was speaking only half an hour ago to Mr. Henry Baker, who was a
member of your goose club."
"Ah! yes, I see. But you see, sir, them's not our geese."
"Indeed! Whose, then?"
"Well, I got the two dozen from a salesman in Covent Garden."
"Indeed? I know some of them. Which was it?"
"Breckinridge is his name."
"Ah! I don't know him. Well, here's your good health landlord, and
prosperity to your house. Good-night.
"Now for Mr. Breckinridge," he continued, buttoning up his coat as we came
out into the frosty air. "Remember, Watson that though we have so homely a thing
as a goose at one end of this chain, we have at the other a man who will
certainly get seven years' penal servitude unless we can establish his
innocence. It is possible that our inquiry may but confirm his guilt but, in any
case, we have a line of investigation which has been missed by the police, and
which a singular chance has placed in our hands. Let us follow it out to the
bitter end. Faces to the south, then, and quick march!"
We passed across Holborn, down Endell Street, and so through a zigzag of
slums to Covent Garden Market. One of the largest stalls bore the name of
Breckinridge upon it, and the proprietor a horsy-looking man, with a sharp face
and trim side-whiskers was helping a boy to put up the shutters.
"Good-evening. It's a cold night," said Holmes.
The salesman nodded and shot a questioning glance at my companion.
"Sold out of geese, I see," continued Holmes, pointing at the bare slabs of
"Let you have five hundred to-morrow morning."
"That's no good."
"Well, there are some on the stall with the gas-flare."
"Ah, but I was recommended to you."
"The landlord of the Alpha."
"Oh, yes; I sent him a couple of dozen."
"Fine birds they were, too. Now where did you get them from?"
To my surprise the question provoked a burst of anger from the salesman.
"Now, then, mister," said he, with his head cocked and his arms akimbo,
"what are you driving at? Let's have it straight, now."
"It is straight enough. I should like to know who sold you the geese which
you supplied to the Alpha."
"Well then, I shan't tell you. So now!"
"Oh, it is a matter of no importance; but I don't know why you should be so
warm over such a trifle."
"Warm! You'd be as warm, maybe, if you were as pestered as I am. When I pay
good money for a good article there should be an end of the business; but it's
'Where are the geese?' and 'Who did you sell the geese to?' and 'What will you
take for the geese?' One would think they were the only geese in the world, to
hear the fuss that is made over them."
"Well, I have no connection with any other people who have been making
inquiries," said Holmes carelessly. "If you won't tell us the bet is off, that
is all. But I'm always ready to back my opinion on a matter of fowls, and I have
a fiver on it that the bird I ate is country bred."
"Well, then, you've lost your fiver, for it's town bred," snapped the
"It's nothing of the kind."
"I say it is."
"I don't believe it."
"D'you think you know more about fowls than I, who have handled them ever
since I was a nipper? I tell you, all those birds that went to the Alpha were
"You'll never persuade me to believe that."
"Will you bet, then?"
"It's merely taking your money, for I know that I am right. But I'll have a
sovereign on with you, just to teach you not to be obstinate."
The salesman chuckled grimly. "Bring me the books, Bill," said he.
The small boy brought round a small thin volume and a great greasy-backed
one, laying them out together beneath the hanging lamp.
"Now then, Mr. Cocksure," said the salesman, "I thought that I was out of
geese, but before I finish you'll find that there is still one left in my shop.
You see this little book?"
"That's the list of the folk from whom I buy. D'you see? Well, then, here
on this page are the country folk, and the numbers after their names are where
their accounts are in the big ledger. Now, then! You see this other page in red