The Complete Sherlock Holmes

“What, does he hate the police too?”
Scanlan burst out laughing. “You go and see
him, my lad,” said he as he took his leave. “It’s
not the police but you that he’ll hate if you don’t!
Now, take a friend’s advice and go at once!”
It chanced that on the same evening McMurdo
had another more pressing interview which urged
him in the same direction. It may have been that
his attentions to Ettie had been more evident than
before, or that they had gradually obtruded themselves
into the slow mind of his good German
host; but, whatever the cause, the boarding-house
keeper beckoned the young man into his private
room and started on the subject without any circumlocution.
“It seems to me, mister,” said he, “that you
are gettin’ set on my Ettie. Ain’t that so, or am
I wrong?”
“Yes, that is so,” the young man answered.
“Vell, I vant to tell you right now that it ain’t no
manner of use. There’s someone slipped in afore
you.”
“She told me so.”
“Vell, you can lay that she told you truth. But
did she tell you who it vas?”
“No, I asked her; but she wouldn’t tell.”
“I dare say not, the leetle baggage! Perhaps she
did not vish to frighten you avay.”
“Frighten!” McMurdo was on fire in a moment.
“Ah, yes, my friend! You need not be ashamed
to be frightened of him. It is Teddy Baldwin.”
“And who the devil is he?”
“He is a boss of Scowrers.”
“Scowrers! I’ve heard of them before. It’s
Scowrers here and Scowrers there, and always in a
whisper! What are you all afraid of? Who are the
Scowrers?”
The boarding-house keeper instinctively sank
his voice, as everyone did who talked about that
terrible society. “The Scowrers,” said he, “are the
Eminent Order of Freemen!”
The young man stared. “Why, I am a member
of that order myself.”
“You! I vould never have had you in my house
if I had known it—not if you vere to pay me a hundred
dollar a week.”
“What’s wrong with the order? It’s for charity
and good fellowship. The rules say so.”
“Maybe in some places. Not here!”
“What is it here?”
The Valley Of Fear
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“It’s a murder society, that’s vat it is.”
McMurdo laughed incredulously. “How can
you prove that?” he asked.
“Prove it! Are there not fifty murders to prove
it? Vat about Milman and Van Shorst, and the
Nicholson family, and old Mr. Hyam, and little
Billy James, and the others? Prove it! Is there a
man or a voman in this valley vat does not know
it?”
“See here!” said McMurdo earnestly. “I want
you to take back what you’ve said, or else make
it good. One or the other you must do before I
quit this room. Put yourself in my place. Here
am I, a stranger in the town. I belong to a society
that I know only as an innocent one. You’ll find it
through the length and breadth of the States, but
always as an innocent one. Now, when I am counting
upon joining it here, you tell me that it is the
same as a murder society called the Scowrers. I
guess you owe me either an apology or else an explanation,
Mr. Shafter.”
“I can but tell you vat the whole vorld knows,
mister. The bosses of the one are the bosses of the
other. If you offend the one, it is the other vat vill
strike you. We have proved it too often.”
“That’s just gossip—I want proof!” said Mc-
Murdo.
“If you live here long you vill get your proof.
But I forget that you are yourself one of them.
You vill soon be as bad as the rest. But you vill
find other lodgings, mister. I cannot have you
here. Is it not bad enough that one of these people
come courting my Ettie, and that I dare not turn
him down, but that I should have another for my
boarder? Yes, indeed, you shall not sleep here after
to-night!”
McMurdo found himself under sentence of
banishment both from his comfortable quarters
and from the girl whom he loved. He found her
alone in the sitting-room that same evening, and
he poured his troubles into her ear.
“Sure, your father is after giving me notice,” he
said. “It’s little I would care if it was just my room,
but indeed, Ettie, though it’s only a week that I’ve
known you, you are the very breath of life to me,
and I can’t live without you!”
“Oh, hush, Mr. McMurdo, don’t speak so!”
said the girl. “I have told you, have I not, that
you are too late? There is another, and if I have
not promised to marry him at once, at least I can
promise no one else.”
“Suppose I had been first, Ettie, would I have
had a chance?”