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第66章 Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes(66)

“Thank you. Pray proceed.”

“The commissionnaire, seeing by my pale face that somethingMemoirs of Sherlock Holmes 813

was to be feared, had followed me upstairs. Now we both rushedalong the corridor and down the steep steps which led to CharlesStreet. The door at the bottom was closed, but unlocked. Weflung it open and rushed out. I can distinctly remember that as wedid so there came three chimes from a neighboring clock. It wasquarter to ten.”

“That is of enormous importance,” said Holmes, making a noteupon his shirtcuff.

“The night was very dark, and a thin, warm rain was falling.

There was no one in Charles Street, but a great traffic was goingon, as usual, in Whitehall, at the extremity. We rushed along thepavement, bare-headed as we were, and at the far corner we founda policeman standing.

“ ‘A robbery has been committed,’ I gasped. ‘A document ofimmense value has been stolen from the Foreign Office. Has anyone passed this way?’

“ ‘I have been standing here for a quarter of an hour, sir,’ said he;‘only one person has passed during that time—a woman, tall andelderly, with a Paisley shawl.’

“ ‘Ah, that is only my wife,’ cried the commissionnaire; ‘has noone else passed?’

“ ‘No one.’

“ ‘Then it must be the other way that the thief took,’ cried thefellow, tugging at my sleeve.

“But I was not satisfied, and the attempts which he made todraw me away increased my suspicions.

“ ‘Which way did the woman go?’ I cried.

“ ‘I don’t know, sir. I noticed her pass, but I had no specialreason for watching her. She seemed to be in a hurry.’

“ ‘How long ago was it?’

“ ‘Oh, not very many minutes.’

“ ‘Within the last five?’

“ ‘Well, it could not be more than five.’

“ ‘You’re only wasting your time, sir, and every minute now is ofimportance,’ cried the commissionnaire; ‘take my word for it thatmy old woman has nothing to do with it, and come down to theother end of the street. Well, if you won’t, I will.’ And with that herushed off in the other direction.

“But I was after him in an instant and caught him by the sleeve.

“ ‘Where do you live?’ said I.

“ ‘16 Ivy Lane, Brixton,’ he answered. ‘But don’t let yourself bedrawn away upon a false scent, Mr. Phelps. Come to the other endof the street and let us see if we can hear of anything.’

“Nothing was to be lost by following his advice. With the814 The Complete Sherlock Holmes

policeman we both hurried down, but only to find the street fullof traffic, many people coming and going, but all only too eager toget to a place of safety upon so wet a night. There was no loungerwho could tell us who had passed.

“Then we returned to the office, and searched the stairs andthe passage without result. The corridor which led to the roomwas laid down with a kind of creamy linoleum which shows animpression very easily. We examined it very carefully, but found nooutline of any footmark.”

“Had it been raining all evening?”

“Since about seven.”

“How is it, then, that the woman who came into the room aboutnine left no traces with her muddy boots?”

“I am glad you raised the point. It occurred to me at the time.

The charwomen are in the habit of taking off their boots at thecommissionnaire’s office, and putting on list slippers.”

“That is very clear. There were no marks, then, though the nightwas a wet one? The chain of events is certainly one of extraordinaryinterest. What did you do next?

“We examined the room also. There is no possibility of a secretdoor, and the windows are quite thirty feet from the ground.

Both of them were fastened on the inside. The carpet preventsany possibility of a trapdoor, and the ceiling is of the ordinarywhitewashed kind. I will pledge my life that whoever stole mypapers could only have come through the door.”

“How about the fireplace?”

“They use none. There is a stove. The bell-rope hangs from thewire just to the right of my desk. Whoever rang it must have comeright up to the desk to do it. But why should any criminal wish toring the bell? It is a most insoluble mystery.”

“Certainly the incident was unusual. What were your next steps?

You examined the room, I presume, to see if the intruder had leftany traces—any cigar-end or dropped glove or hairpin or othertrifle?”

“There was nothing of the sort.”

“No smell?”

“Well, we never thought of that.”

“Ah, a scent of tobacco would have been worth a great deal to usin such an investigation.”

“I never smoke myself, so I think I should have observed it ifthere had been any smell of tobacco. There was absolutely no clueof any kind. The only tangible fact was that the commissionnaire’swife—Mrs. Tangey was the name—had hurried out of the place.

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the woman always went home. The policeman and I agreed thatour best plan would be to seize the woman before she could getrid of the papers, presuming that she had them.

“The alarm had reached Scotland Yard by this time, and Mr.

Forbes, the detective, came round at once and took up the casewith a great deal of energy. We hired a hansom, and in half anhour we were at the address which had been given to us. A youngwoman opened the door, who proved to be Mrs. Tangey’s eldestdaughter. Her mother had not come back yet, and we were showninto the front room to wait.

“About ten minutes later a knock came at the door, and here wemade the one serious mistake for which I blame myself. Instead ofopening the door ourselves, we allowed the girl to do so. We heardher say, ‘Mother, there are two men in the house waiting to seeyou,’ and an instant afterwards we heard the patter of feet rushingdown the passage. Forbes flung open the door, and we both raninto the back room or kitchen, but the woman had got therebefore us. She stared at us with defiant eyes, and then, suddenlyrecognizing me, an expression of absolute astonishment came overher face.

“ ‘Why, if it isn’t Mr. Phelps, of the office!’ she cried.

“ ‘Come, come, who did you think we were when you ran awayfrom us?’ asked my companion.

“ ‘I thought you were the brokers,’ said she, ‘we have had sometrouble with a tradesman.’