St
James's Street club and
receivingstation
transmitter for all the gossip
metropolis
,
said,
four-figure income
paragraphs which he contributed every week
garbage papers which cater to an inquisitive public
If ever, far down
turbid depths of London life,
some strange swirl or eddy,
marked with automatic exactness
human dial
surface
Holmes discreetly helped Langdale to knowledge, and on occasion was helped in turn

When I met my friend
room early next morning,
conscious
bearing that all was well, but none the less
most unpleasant surprise was awaiting us
It took the shape
following telegram

Please come out at once
Client's house burgled
night
Police in possession
SUTRO

Holmes whistled
"The drama
to
crisis, and quicker than I had expected
great driving-power
back
business, Watson,
not surprise me after what
heard
This Sutro,
, is her lawyer
mistake,
, in not asking you
the night on guard
This fellow has clearly proved
broken reed
Well,
nothing
but another journey to Harrow Weald
"
The Three Gables
very different establishment
orderly household
previous day

small group of idlers had assembled
garden gate, while
couple of constables were examining the windows
geranium beds
Within we met
gray old gentleman, who introduced himself
lawyer together with
bustling, rubicund inspector, who greeted Hoimes as an old friend

"Well, Mr Holmes, no chance
in
, I'm afraid
Just
common, ordinary burglary, and well
capacity
poor old police
No experts need apply
"
"
the case is in
hands," said Holmes
"Merely
common burglary, you say ? "
"Quite so
pretty well who the men are and where
them
It
gang of Barney Stockdale,
big nigger
-- they've been seen about here
"
"Excellent ! What did they get ? "
"Well, they don't seem
got much
Mrs Maberley was chloroformed
house was -- Ah !
lady herself
"
Our friend of yesterday, looking very pale and ill, had entered the room, leaning upon
little maidservant

"
me good advice, Mr Holmes," said she, smiling ruefully
"Alas,
take it !
wish to trouble Mr Sutro, and so
unprotected
"
"I only heard of it
," the lawyer explained

" Mr Holmes advised me
some friend
house
I neglected his advice, and
paid
"
"You look wretchedly ill," said Holmes
"Perhaps
hardly equal to telling me what occurred
"
"
all here," said the inspector, tapping
bulky notebook

"Still,
lady
too exhausted --"
"
really so little
that wicked Susan had planned an entrance
known the house to an inch
conscious for
moment
chloroform rag
thrust over my mouth, but
no notion how long
been senseless
When I woke, one man was
bedside and another was rising with
bundle
hand from among my son's baggage,
partially opened and littered over the floor
Before
get away I sprang up and seized him
"
"You took
big risk," said the inspector

"I clung to him, but he shook me off,
other
struck me, for
remember no more
Mary the maid heard the noise and began screaming
window
That brought the police, but the rascals had got away
"
"What did they take ? "
"Well, I don't think
anything of value missing
nothing in my son's trunks
"
"Did the men leave no clue ? "
"
one sheet of paper which
torn
man that I grasped
lying all crumpled
floor
in my son's handwriting
"
"
not of much use," said the inspector
"Now
burglar's --"
"Exactly," said Holmes
"What rugged common sense ! None the less,
curious
it
"
The inspector drew
folded sheet of foolscap
pocketbook

"I never pass anything, however trifling," said he with some pomposity
"
my advice
, Mr Holmes
In twentyfive years' experience
learned my lesson
always the chance of finger-marks or something
"
Holmes inspected the sheet of paper

"What
make of it, Inspector ? "
"
the end of some queer novel,
as
"
"It may certainly prove
the end of
queer tale," said Holmes
"
noticed the number
top
page
two hundred and forty-five
Where are the odd two hundred and forty-four pages ? "
"Well, I suppose the burglars got those
Much good may it do them ! "
"It seems
queer thing to break into
house
to steal such papers
Does it suggest anything
, Inspector ? "
"Yes, sir, it suggests that in their hurry the rascals just grabbed at what came first to hand
them joy of what they got
"
"Why should they go to my son's things ? " asked Mrs Maberley

"Well, they found nothing valuable downstairs, so they tried their luck upstairs
how
it
What
make of it, Mr Holmes ? "
"
think it over, Inspector
Come
window, Watson
" Then,
stood together, he read over the fragment of paper
It began
middle of
sentence and ran like this:
"
.
face bled considerably
cuts and blows, but
nothing
bleeding
heart as
that lovely face, the face
he
prepared to sacrifice his very life, looking out at his agony and humilia- tion
She smiled -- yes, by Heaven ! she smiled, like the heartless fiend she was, as he looked up at her
moment that love died and hate was born
Man must live for something
If
for your embrace, my lady, then it shall surely be for your undoing and my complete revenge
"
"Queer grammar ! " said Holmes with
smile as he handed the paper back
inspector
"Did you notice how the 'he' suddenly changed to 'my' ? The writer was so carried away by his own story that he imagined himself
supreme moment
the hero
"
"It seemed mighty poor stuff," said the inspector as he replaced it
book
"What !
off, Mr Holmes ? "
"I don't think
anything more
now
case is
capable hands
, Mrs Maberley, did you say you wished to travel ? "
"It has always been my dream, Mr Holmes
"
"Where would you like
-- Cairo, Madeira, the Riviera ? "
"Oh if I had the money
go round the world
"
"Quite so
Round the world
Well, good-morning
drop you
line
evening
"
passed the window I caught
glimpse
inspector's smile and shake
head
"These clever fellows have always
touch of madness
" That was what
inspector's smile

"Now, Watson,
last lap
little journey," said Holmes when we were back
roar of central London once more
"
we had best clear the matter up at once, and it
well that
come with me,
is safer
witness
dealing
lady as Isadora Klein
"
We had taken
cab and were speeding to some address in Grosvenor Square
Holmes
sunk in thought, but he roused himself suddenly

"
, Watson, I suppose
it all clearly ? "
"No,
't say that
I only gather that
going
the lady
behind all this mischief
"
"Exactly ! But does the name Isadora Klein convey nothing
? She was,
, the celebrated beauty
never
woman to touch her
pure Spanish, the real blood
masterfui Conquistadors, and her people
leaders in Pernambuco for generations
She married the aged German sugar king, Klein, and presently found herself the richest
most lovely widow upon earth
Then
an interval of adventure when she pleased her own tastes
She had several lovers, and Douglas Maberley,
striking men in London, was
by all accounts more than an adventure
not
society butterfly but