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第78章 The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez(2)

These have both been with him since his arrival, and they seem to be women of excellent character.The Professor is writing a learned book, and he found it necessary about a year ago to engage a secretary.The first two that he tried were not successes; but the third, Mr.Willoughby Smith, a very young man straight from the University, seems to have been just what his employer wanted.His work consisted in writing all the morning to the Professor's dictation, and he usually spent the evening in hunting up references and passages which bore upon the next day's work.This Willoughby Smith has nothing against him either as a boy at Uppingham or as a young man at Cambridge.

I have seen his testimonials, and from the first he was a decent, quiet, hardworking fellow, with no weak spot in him at all.

And yet this is the lad who has met his death this morning in the Professor's study under circumstances which can point only to murder."The wind howled and screamed at the windows.Holmes and I drew closer to the fire while the young inspector slowly and point by point developed his singular narrative.

"If you were to search all England," said he, "I don't suppose you could find a household more self-contained or free from outside influences.Whole weeks would pass and not one of them go past the garden gate.The Professor was buried in his work and existed for nothing else.Young Smith knew nobody in the neighbourhood, and lived very much as his employer did.The two women had nothing to take them from the house.Mortimer the gardener, who wheels the bath-chair, is an Army pensioner -- an old Crimean man of excellent character.He does not live in the house, but in a three-roomed cottage at the other end of the garden.Those are the only people that you would find within the grounds of Yoxley Old Place.At the same time, the gate of the garden is a hundred yards from the main London to Chatham road.It opens with a latch, and there is nothing to prevent anyone from walking in.

"Now I will give you the evidence of Susan Tarlton, who is the only person who can say anything positive about the matter.

It was in the forenoon, between eleven and twelve.

She was engaged at the moment in hanging some curtains in the upstairs front bedroom.Professor Coram was still in bed, for when the weather is bad he seldom rises before midday.

The housekeeper was busied with some work in the back of the house.

Willoughby Smith had been in his bedroom, which he uses as a sitting-room; but the maid heard him at that moment pass along the passage and descend to the study immediately below her.

She did not see him, but she says that she could not be mistaken in his quick, firm tread.She did not hear the study door close, but a minute or so later there was a dreadful cry in the room below.

It was a wild, hoarse scream, so strange and unnatural that it might have come either from a man or a woman.At the same instant there was a heavy thud, which shook the old house, and then all was silence.The maid stood petrified for a moment, and then, recovering her courage, she ran downstairs.The study door was shut, and she opened it.Inside young Mr.Willoughby Smith was stretched upon the floor.At first she could see no injury, but as she tried to raise him she saw that blood was pouring from the underside of his neck.It was pierced by a very small but very deep wound, which had divided the carotid artery.The instrument with which the injury had been inflicted lay upon the carpet beside him.

It was one of those small sealing-wax knives to be found on old-fashioned writing-tables, with an ivory handle and a stiff blade.It was part of the fittings of the Professor's own desk.

"At first the maid thought that young Smith was already dead, but on pouring some water from the carafe over his forehead he opened his eyes for an instant.`The Professor,' he murmured --`it was she.' The maid is prepared to swear that those were the exact words.He tried desperately to say something else, and he held his right hand up in the air.Then he fell back dead.

"In the meantime the housekeeper had also arrived upon the scene, but she was just too late to catch the young man's dying words.

Leaving Susan with the body, she hurried to the Professor's room.

He was sitting up in bed horribly agitated, for he had heard enough to convince him that something terrible had occurred.

Mrs.Marker is prepared to swear that the Professor was still in his night-clothes, and, indeed, it was impossible for him to dress without the help of Mortimer, whose orders were to come at twelve o'clock.The Professor declares that he heard the distant cry, but that he knows nothing more.He can give no explanation of the young man's last words, `The Professor --it was she,' but imagines that they were the outcome of delirium.

He believes that Willoughby Smith had not an enemy in the world, and can give no reason for the crime.His first action was to send Mortimer the gardener for the local police.A little later the chief constable sent for me.Nothing was moved before Igot there, and strict orders were given that no one should walk upon the paths leading to the house.It was a splendid chance of putting your theories into practice, Mr.Sherlock Holmes.

There was really nothing wanting."

"Except Mr.Sherlock Holmes," said my companion, with a somewhat bitter smile."Well, let us hear about it.What sort of job did you make of it?""I must ask you first, Mr.Holmes, to glance at this rough plan, which will give you a general idea of the position of the Professor's study and the various points of the case.

It will help you in following my investigation."He unfolded the rough chart, which I here reproduce, and he laid it across Holmes's knee.I rose, and, standing behind Holmes, I studied it over his shoulder.

GRAPHIC

"It is very rough, of course, and it only deals with the points which seem to me to be essential.All the rest you will see later for yourself.Now, first of all, presuming that the assassin entered the house, how did he or she come in?

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