The Complete Sherlock Holmes

to California, then they chased me out of America;
but when I married and settled down in this
quiet spot I thought my last years were going to be
peaceable.
“I never explained to my wife how things were.
Why should I pull her into it? She would never
have a quiet moment again; but would always be
imagining trouble. I fancy she knew something,
for I may have dropped a word here or a word
there; but until yesterday, after you gentlemen had
seen her, she never knew the rights of the matter.
She told you all she knew, and so did Barker
here; for on the night when this thing happened
there was mighty little time for explanations. She
knows everything now, and I would have been a
wiser man if I had told her sooner. But it was a
hard question, dear,” he took her hand for an instant
in his own, “and I acted for the best.
“Well, gentlemen, the day before these happenings
I was over in Tunbridge Wells, and I got
a glimpse of a man in the street. It was only a
glimpse; but I have a quick eye for these things,
and I never doubted who it was. It was the worst
enemy I had among them all—one who has been
after me like a hungry wolf after a caribou all these
years. I knew there was trouble coming, and I
came home and made ready for it. I guessed I’d
fight through it all right on my own, my luck was
a proverb in the States about ’76. I never doubted
that it would be with me still.
“I was on my guard all that next day, and never
went out into the park. It’s as well, or he’d have
had the drop on me with that buckshot gun of his
before ever I could draw on him. After the bridge
was up—my mind was always more restful when
that bridge was up in the evenings—I put the thing
clear out of my head. I never dreamed of his getting
into the house and waiting for me. But when
I made my round in my dressing gown, as was
my habit, I had no sooner entered the study than I
scented danger. I guess when a man has had dangers
in his life—and I’ve had more than most in
my time—there is a kind of sixth sense that waves
the red flag. I saw the signal clear enough, and
yet I couldn’t tell you why. Next instant I spotted
a boot under the window curtain, and then I saw
why plain enough.
“I’d just the one candle that was in my hand;
but there was a good light from the hall lamp
through the open door. I put down the candle and
jumped for a hammer that I’d left on the mantel.
At the same moment he sprang at me. I saw the
glint of a knife, and I lashed at him with the hammer.
I got him somewhere; for the knife tinkled
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down on the floor. He dodged round the table as
quick as an eel, and a moment later he’d got his
gun from under his coat. I heard him cock it; but I
had got hold of it before he could fire. I had it by
the barrel, and we wrestled for it all ends up for a
minute or more. It was death to the man that lost
his grip.
“He never lost his grip; but he got it butt downward
for a moment too long. Maybe it was I that
pulled the trigger. Maybe we just jolted it off between
us. Anyhow, he got both barrels in the face,
and there I was, staring down at all that was left
of Ted Baldwin. I’d recognized him in the township,
and again when he sprang for me; but his
own mother wouldn’t recognize him as I saw him
then. I’m used to rough work; but I fairly turned
sick at the sight of him.
“I was hanging on the side of the table when
Barker came hurrying down. I heard my wife coming,
and I ran to the door and stopped her. It was
no sight for a woman. I promised I’d come to her
soon. I said a word or two to Barker—he took it all
in at a glance—and we waited for the rest to come
along. But there was no sign of them. Then we understood
that they could hear nothing, and that all
that had happened was known only to ourselves.
“It was at that instant that the idea came to me.
I was fairly dazzled by the brilliance of it. The
man’s sleeve had slipped up and there was the
branded mark of the lodge upon his forearm. See
here!”
The man whom we had known as Douglas
turned up his own coat and cuff to show a brown
triangle within a circle exactly like that which we
had seen upon the dead man.
“It was the sight of that which started me on it.
I seemed to see it all clear at a glance. There were
his height and hair and figure, about the same as
my own. No one could swear to his face, poor
devil! I brought down this suit of clothes, and in a
quarter of an hour Barker and I had put my dressing
gown on him and he lay as you found him. We
tied all his things into a bundle, and I weighted
them with the only weight I could find and put
them through the window. The card he had meant
to lay upon my body was lying beside his own.
“My rings were put on his finger; but when it
came to the wedding ring,” he held out his muscular
hand, “you can see for yourselves that I had
struck the limit. I have not moved it since the day I
was married, and it would have taken a file to get it
off. I don’t know, anyhow, that I should have cared
to part with it; but if I had wanted to I couldn’t. So
we just had to leave that detail to take care of itself.