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ts AKE care how you come down,” called the
Ae detective from somewhere below; “ there seems to be only a ladder.”
The warning came just in time to prevent me going down with a run head first. Backing out again, I thrust my feet in first, to Bobby’s evident astonishment.
“Tt’s a ladder,” I explained; “you'd better try this way too.”
“Tm not going to try at all,” was Bobby’s reply ; “this ’ere fellow’s coming to his senses again, and I’m not going to let him give us the slip.”
Wriggling into the cavity, I let my feet over the edge of the hole, and soon felt the rungs of the ladder. Gripping the sides, I commenced to descend cautiously, leaving Bouncer whining up
above. A long, dark journey it seemed, but at last
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my feet touched solid ground again, and a minute later I found myself standing in what appeared to be a long, gloomy vault. The only light came from the detective’s bull’s-eye lantern, and the brilliant streak flashing from its reflector served only to make the surrounding darkness seem more intense. The detective himself was standing by the side of a clumsy wooden table, bending over a heap of gold and silver coins which glittered in the rays of the lantern. “
“Here you are,” he observed, looking up with obvious relief. “I was wondering how I was to get my prisoner safely up the ladder.”
“Your prisoner ?” I asked, gazing round blankly.
“ He’s in the corner over there handcuffed,” replied the other. “But did you and Bobby manage to secure John Hare? MHe’s the chap I really want— the leader of the gang.”
“Oh, I—I’m sorry,” I began, “ pbut—”
“You let him go?”
“No; we never saw him.”
“Never saw him! Why, I chased him up the ladder myself, after he’d fired twice at me. There’s
his revolver lying there yet; he dropped it in his hurry.”
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“We never saw him,” I repeated; “we caught only one man—Win Kee.”
“Win Kee!” shouted the detective; and then, much to my surprise, he thumped me on the back and broke into a fit of laughter.
“Forgive me, Watson,” he said at last, “but this is too rich. I thought you would have twigged by this time. You've got the very man I want: Win Kee is John Hare.”
I stared at him, speechless, not sure whether he was making fun of me or not. All my previous suspicions of the Chinaman came back to me in a flash. I remembered now what had escaped me in the excitement of the moment—how the fellow had cursed me in English for barring his escape, and bow both Bobby and I had marvelled at the want of the pigtail afterwards.
“Yes, one and the same,” reiterated the detective. “ He’s a clever scoundrel, is John Hare, and his dis- guise as a Chinaman was a master-stroke. Hes been out in the East, you see, and picked up the lingo and style a bit, and his dark, swarthy face lent itself to the make-up.”
“But how did he become Colonel Leighton’s ser- vant ?” I asked.
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“Ah, that I don’t know; some clever trick, no doubt. When the colonel came home, invalided, John Hare may have heard that a Chinese servant was advertised for to look after him. He was badly wanted by the police himself at that time, and so— S Win Kee appeared and John Hare disappeared.”
“But what has he been doing here?” I asked ~ again. “I don’t understand.”
“That’s no wonder. Nobody did, and it’s only by the help of the Sherlock Holmes Society that I found out myself. See here,” he continued, picking up the lantern and throwing its light on a furnace in a far corner of the cellar: “that’s where Win Kee and his friends melt metal, and these are their moulds, and that’s how they turn out the false coins. Here are plenty of the finished articles.”
“Coiners!” I understood what the mystery of the ghosts meant now, and the discovery cleared - away much that had been puzzling before.
“Yes, coiners—and more: they issue false bank- notes also, as Dr. Naismith has cause to know. These are some of the implements they use for that purpose, over there. But come now; I must get my man upstairs and relieve Bobby. Hold that sack—so.”
He shuffled in the gold and silver coins, closed
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the mouth of the sack, which he laid on the table, and turned to stoop over an object lying on the floor behind him.
“Stand up!” he said roughly.
Slowly and with difficulty a figure rose from the ground, and I knew this must be the prisoner which the detective had spoken about.
“Turn the lantern on him, Watson, while I search him.”
As the light fell on the man’s countenance an exclamation of horror escaped from my lips and a feeling of sickness came over me. Under the fierce rays of the lantern the poor fellow’s face, bathed in blood, seemed to leap out of the darkness like some horrid nightmare.
“Steady!” cried my companion quickly, as the light wavered in my trembling grasp; “there’s noth- ing to be frightened of.”
“ But he’s hurt; his face is covered with blood!”
“Pooh! it’s only a mere scratch,” was the con- temptuous reply, while the man himself grinned at my anxious tones. “It was a case of cracking his head or losing my life, and I got my blow in first— that’s all.”
The prisoner muttered something under his breath
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which sounded like an oath, and if looks could have killed, his captor would have stood a poor chance of his life at that moment.
“He and his two pals set on me as I came out of the tunnel at the other end of the room there,” explained the detective, “and if I hadn’t taken them by surprise I shouldn’t be telling you the tale now. One of them bolted back the way I came, but we should get him to-morrow. The others are safe, as you know. They must have hoped to get away with the swag during the night, or they would hardly have waited so long with Jack Melvin on their track. Feeling better? That’s right; keep the light steady.”
Stepping to the prisoner’s side, he passed his hands rapidly over the fellow’s clothes, and with a quick movement jerked a long, ugly-looking knife from some secret pocket.
“There,” he said, stepping back with a grin, “ you see what we had to expect. Now, Ill just warn Bobby that this beauty is coming, and then we can send him up.”
Going to the foot of the ladder, he hailed the man above: “Hullo, Bobby, ’m sending up my prisoner. Put the darbies on him at once, and if he offers any
resistance use your baton. Are you ready ?”
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A muffled reply came from the turret overhead, and Melvin called to his prisoner to come forward, at the same time telling me to keep the light on him. There was a sharp metallic click, and the handcuffs were removed. My gaze was fixed on the. prisoner’s gruesome face, and I saw a quick gleam in his shifty eyes. Before there was time to warn the detective, however, the latter showed that he too had marked the sudden change.
“None of that, now,” he ordered sternly; “I have you covered, and will fire if you move a finger. Up you go
With a muttered curse the man stooped, and next
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second his steps rung on the iron ladder,
“That's all right,” said the detective, with a sigh of relief; “I didn’t see how I was to get him up that ladder by myself. Once Bobby has him you go next, and I'll follow with this sack. By-the-bye, I haven’t thanked you yet for turning up so promptly. How did you manage ?”
I explained rapidly what had occurred, and he shook me warmly by the hand.
“That idea of yours about the dog was capital. By Jove, it must have been a near shave! You are a well-plucked youngster, and I shan’t forget how
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you've helped me. ‘There’s Bobby calling. Up with you.”
Nothing loath, I hastened to obey, and a few minutes later emerged safely into the turret, where Bobby and Bouncer stood guard over their prisoners. The detective followed with some difficulty, bringing the precious sack with him, and as soon as his glance fell on Win Kee he gave vent to a satisfied chuckle.
“Aha, we've lagged you at last, John! It’s a clever game you’ve been playing down here, but the end’s come, and you and your pals will have to pay the cost.”
Win Kee, who had been sitting in a corner of the turret, his head resting on his manacled hands, looked up with a sullen scowl, and was about to speak, when Melvin forestalled him.
“Hold on,” he said, slowly and deliberately ; “it is my duty to warn you that anything you say may be used in evidence against you.”
“Garn !” replied Win Kee contemptuously. “You’ve got all our tools and swag. That’s evidence enough.”
“Maybe,” returned the detective gravely. “But besides all that and the attempt on my life you may be charged with causing the death of old Peter.”
Win Kee’s truculent air changed suddenly, and a
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sickly pallor overspread his swarthy face. Before he could utter a word, however, the other prisoner turned on him with an oath.
“Curse you!” he snarled savagely; “you've let us in for a fine business. You swore you hadn’t laid a finger on the old man.”
“And I swore true,” returned the other sullenly ; “T never touched the meddling old fool. He just dropped down in a kind of fit when I came out of this turret one night. That’s all I know about it,
so help me.” “We'll see about that later on,” said the detective, picking up the sack.— Now, constable, remove your
prisoners to the lock-up, and be sure they don’t escape. J haven’t time to examine the mechanism of this secret passage, so we must leave it open.”
With a gruff “Come on, now,” Bobby grasped a prisoner in each hand and hustled them off. The detective followed with his burden, and I brought up the rear with Bouncer. As we were locking the outer door I took the opportunity of asking my companion if he really suspected John Hare of mur- dering old Peter.
“Hardly,” was his reply; “but I felt sure there was something behind it all. My theory turns out
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to be true, for it is quite correct that Peter’s last words about the ‘key’ referred to his meeting with Win Kee. John Hare’s story is true, I think. But hurry up; I want to keep close to Bobby in case he needs assistance.”
When outside the gates of the castle grounds, I felt a great longing to run ahead and report my exciting adventures to those at Ivy Cottage. WI recollected, too, the plight in which we had left Nora and the colonel, and was anxious to know the doctor’s verdict upon the latter. Seeing my impa- tience, Inspector Melvin anticipated my desire.
“There’s no need for you to wait for us,” he said kindly; “you must want to get home and tell all that’s happened. Cut along, and don’t forget to look after Bouncer’s wound. He is a fine dog, and I owe him a lot. Tell Dr. Naismith Tl be round to see him to-morrow morning.”
With a parting nod and a whistle to Bouncer I sped past Bobby and his shuffling charges, and soon left the little group behind. The light was beginning to fail. Now that the intense excitement was passing off, I began to feel very tired and hungry. Not troubling to go round by the village, I had taken a short cut across the heath; but long before
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Ivy Cottage was reached my four-footed companion and I had dropped into a walk. The lamps were just being lit as we reached the house, and I could see three figures standing in the hall. Mrs. Naismith and Frank appeared to be listening to the doctor, who had evidently just arrived, for, bag in hand, he was in the act of hanging up his hat. Mrs. Naismith’s face wore an expression of mingled aston- ishment and trouble at her husband’s words.
" How extraordinary !” she was saying. “Are you quite sure there is no mistake? It would be cruel to tell Nora if—” Catching sight of me she broke off suddenly. “Why, it’s Humphrey at last!” she exclaimed. “My dear boy, where have you been ?”
I have a confused remembrance of stumbling for- ward into the house and seeing Dr. Naismith spring towards me, but the next moment everything seemed to go round, and the light suddenly disappeared. When I came to myself I was reclining in an easy-chair in the drawing-room, with Mrs. Naismith bending over me, while Frank stood staring at me with a scared expression.
“ He’s coming round,” said the doctor, approaching. “He is just overtired, and will soon be all right—
Drink this, my boy.”
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I took the glass which he held out, and, whatever it contained, it certainly pulled me together wonder- fully.
“That’s better; the colour is coming back to your cheeks,” remarked Mrs. Naismith. “What a fright you gave us! Where have you been all this time, and what have you been doing? Bouncer is all covered with blood.”
My thoughts were still a bit confused, but the sight of Frank brought back the memory of the secret society.
“The ghost—we caught the ghost in the turret,” I replied somewhat confusedly, “and he stabbed Bouncer.”
“The ghost?” repeated Mrs. Naismith, looking towards her husband. “I’m afraid his mind’s wan- dering,” she added in a lower tone.
“Oh no, I’m all right now,” I asserted, sitting up. “Bouncer and I got first to the turret, and we caught the ghost, and the detective says it is John Hare.”
“John Hare?”
“Yes—Win Kee, you know. They are all the same.”
“You caught Win Kee—you and Bouncer!” ex- claimed the doctor incredulously. “Where is he
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now? The scoundrel should be well punished for the way he treated Nora. By-the-bye, I understand that you helped to rescue her. Do you feel up to satisfying our curiosity ?”
Mrs. Naismith interposed, pleading that I needed rest and food; but, heedless of her remonstrance, I launched forth into an account of the afternoon’s adventures. Frank could hardly contain his excite- ment when he heard about the discovery of the secret entrance to the turret, and when I had finished he wanted to rush off at once and explore the place himself.
“Hurrah for the Sherlock Holmes Society!” he shouted wildly. “It was all through us everything was discovered—and Bouncer. He must be made a member.”
“Hush!” said Mrs. Naismith. “Remember Nora’s asleep, and must not be awakened,”
“ How is Nora?” I inquired.
“ Wonderfully well. She owes her release evidently to you, Humphrey. How can I thank you sufficiently for what you did? As her mother—” She stopped abruptly, and stooping down, kissed me tenderly.
“Yes, we all owe a debt of gratitude to you,
Humphrey,” said the doctor, shaking my hand (1,471) 13
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warmly, “especially for your pluck in helping to capture this dangerous ruffian John Hare. Later on Colonel Leighton will no doubt wish to express his gratitude.”
“The colonel—I had forgotten about him. Is he very ill?”
“No; I am thankful to say he has recovered—not only his memory, but—”
“Crickey!” interrupted Frank; “will Colonel Leighton be any relation to me?” :
“No, of course not,” replied his father, laughing.
I gazed from one to the other in perplexity, and seeing my look, Mrs. Naismith came to my rescue.
“You forget that Humphrey is quite in the dark as to your meaning,” she said; and then, turning to me, she continued, “You have had a great share in the discoveries of the day, but there is another which has been made during your absence—though we owe it also largely to you. We have found Nora’s father.”
“Found Nora’s father ?”
“Yes. Her real name is Leighton ; the colonel is her father.”
“ But—but—what have I got to do with it?” I stammered in bewilderment.
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“You found the gold locket,” interposed the doctor. “But Ill give you the whole story, which I was just telling my wife when you appeared so dramati- cally, Frank met us three miles out of the village with a confused account of the doings at Cliffden, and intimated that I was requested to go at once and attend Nora, who was in a state of hysteria, and the colonel, who was dead.”
“O father, I didn’t say that!” cried Frank indig- nantly.
“Your information conveyed that impression,” re- plied the doctor, laughing, “and made us hurry home in great anxiety. We found Nora somewhat calmer, and leaving her to her mother, I hurried across to Cliffden, where I found the colonel still lying un- conscious in the drawing-room. Procuring assistance, I had him carried upstairs and put to bed, where an examination convinced me that he was suffering from some great mental shock. Remembering my conversation the other day with Professor Jefferson, I awaited with some anxiety for his return to con- sciousness, The moment he came to his senses I noted a different look in his eyes, and his first words confirmed my impression that his memory had been
restored.
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“«My wife—Violet ?’ he asked immediately.”
“Poor man!” said Mrs. Naismith in a low voice.
“Yes, it was indeed a sad awakening for him,” went on Dr. Naismith, “and I need not dwell on his poignant grief. Gradually he grew calmer, and anxious to divert his thoughts, I questioned him as to the cause of his sudden illness. Now, this is where Humphrey and the Sherlock Holmes Society come in again.”
“Good old Sherlock Holmes Society !” cried Frank.
“But how—what had we to do with it?” I asked.
“You found the gold locket,” was the reply, “and it turns out to be the solution to the mystery. It seems that Nora took it with her to Cliffden to-day and showed it to the colonel, who in some vague way recognized it. In examining it his fingers must have pressed the centre amethyst and released the spring, revealing a miniature of Mrs. Leighton. The sudden shock must have overcome him, and he re- membered no more until he found me sitting by his bedside.”
“ But Nora—what about her ?”
“JT am coming to that. Colonel Leighton asked
where his wife and child were buried, and I told
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him, adding that the little boy was buried in his wife’s arms as they were found.
“
“*Your son,’ I replied, fearing that the shock of hearing about his wife’s death had been too much for his mind; but his next words startled me.
“¢T had no son,’ he said; ‘the baby was a girl.’
“And then little by little it all came out, until there seems hardly a doubt that Nora is really the missing child. The connecting link is the chain and locket with the miniature, and the fact that Nora was washed ashore at the same time and close to the same spot serves to prove that she was on the same vessel. Nora’s age corresponds, and, curiously enough, it came to my mind at once about her striking likeness to the portrait of the colonel’s ancestress in Fareham Castle.”
“The Sherlock Holmes Society again!” said Frank triumphantly.
“But how was it that the colonel’s solicitors did not know that the child was a girl?” asked Mrs. Naismith. “And why was the mother found clasping another child ?”
“We can only conclude that there must have been
some extraordinary error in the cable sent home to
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the lawyers,” replied her husband. “Colonel Leighton was ordered to China immediately afterwards, and there met with the injury which caused the loss of his memory. Mrs. Leighton being drowned on the voyage home, there was no one to acquaint them with the mistake that had been made. The fact that the poor lady was found clasping the dead body of a little boy seemed quite natural, therefore, and how this occurred can only be surmised. Probably in the darkness, with the panic and confusion, Mrs. Leighton had snatched up the wrong child and been swept overboard at once. Colonel Leighton says that the Chinese amah was passionately attached to her charge, and she it was, doubtless, who managed to save Nora’s life.”
“ Poor Colonel Leighton, his loss is terrible enough,” said Mrs. Naismith softly, with tears in her eyes. “T cannot grudge Nora to him, though I shall miss her sorely.”
“Tt is indeed a strange story,” said the doctor, rising; “but now that he has heard all the news I think Humphrey should go to bed. I must have a look at brave Bouncer’s hurt, and then run over to Cliff- den and see that the colonel is all right—CGood-night, Humphrey my boy; you have had an exciting day,
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and we are all proud of you. If you are late for breakfast to-morrow, no doubt you will be excused.”
In spite of Mrs. Naismith’s injunctions that there should be no talking, it was long before Frank and I settled down to sleep that night. Again and again we went over the exciting adventures of the day, and it was well past midnight before our tongues ceased.
In the morning Inspector Melvin called, as he had promised, and brought word that the escaped coiner had been arrested. Frank and I were called into the study, and heard from the detective that Win Kee had confessed everything when he saw that the game was up. Having accidentally discovered the entrance to the smuggler’s passage from the Cliffden kitchen, he had explored the tunnel and hit upon the idea of utilizing the vault under the castle for coining purposes. To this end he had invoked Peter’s superstitious fears and acted the part of ghost, so that he and his friends should be undisturbed at their work. But for the slip of paper he had dropped at the station, and which I had inadvertently picked up, the detective’s suspicion might not have been aroused. On the night of our
arrival, having got word that Dr. Naismith had a
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certain amount of money in his house, he effected an entrance by means of false keys, having drugged the unsuspecting Bouncer. It was on his return from Ivy Cottage that he first missed the letter, and fearing it had been dropped in or about the house, he had returned to make a search; and it was then that I had observed him.
“So from first to last the credit of the whole affair belongs to the Sherlock Holmes Secret Society,” the detective concluded, with a twinkle in his eye, “and I’m very proud to be a member. I hear that other discoveries have been made owing to its in- vestigations, and that Miss Nora has found her father. I hope she will be none the worse of her encounter with the rascal John Hare. There is no fear of him giving further trouble for many years to come. Good-bye, boys; I'll see if I can’t manage to send you a memento of your first ‘ case.’ ”
The detective was as good as his word, for some days later a box arrived addressed to “The 8S. H. Society, c/o Dr. Naismith, Ivy Cottage, Peddlington.” On being opened, we found a revolver taken from one of the gang, three false sovereigns, a counterfeit five-pound note, and Win Kee’s cast-off pigtail. Frank
at once started a museum, which in time he hoped
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would rival that at Scotland Yard. Nora, who soon forgot her past adventures in the excitement of the news that Colonel Leighton was her long-lost father, flatly refused to allow her precious locket to be deposited along with these interesting relics, and on being threatened by the president, promptly resigned her membership.
“T never want to hunt any more ghosts,” she said emphatically. “Ive found my own daddy, and that’s all I wanted.”
Colonel Leighton was most profuse in his thanks to me for the discovery of the locket and Nora’s rescue, and when Frank and I returned to Brother- ton at the end of the holidays he tipped us both handsomely.
Through Mrs. Naismith we were informed later that, having heard of the death of Mrs. Leighton, Lord Gresham had become reconciled to his cousin, and was anxious to do everything in his power for the child of the woman he had loved.
“ Just fancy,” wrote Nora to me in a long letter: “we are going to live at Fareham Castle. I was half frightened at the idea at first; but the secret passage is to be shut up, and Bobby is to come and take old Peter's place at the lodge. Daddy says
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that of cowrse you are to come to us for your Christmas holidays. He has written to your father about what you did, and offered to use his influence in getting you a commission in the army. How will you like that? Bouncer sends his love. That wretch Poacher has run away again. Perhaps you will find him for me when you come.”
The prospect of entering the army sent me wild with delight, and threatened seriously to interfere with my studies.
Frank wrote off at once to Dr. Naismith asking to be allowed to become an officer also, and at the same time took occasion to point out to me how much I owed to him.
“Tt’s all come about through the Sherlock Holmes Society,” he observed gravely. “If it hadn’t been for that, we should never have discovered anything. I told you we would get rewarded all round.”
And to this I was forced to agree.
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