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The Sign of
OThe Four
BY DR. A. CONAN DOYLE
At that moment, however, as our
evil fate would have it, a tug with
three barges in tow blundered in
between na It was only by putting
our helm hard down that we avoid?
ed a collision, and before we could
round them and recover our way the
Aurora had gained a good two hun
lilt
"A5D THESE IS THE AUEOEAl" EXCLAIMED
HOIRIES.
dred yards. She was still, however,
well in view, and the murky uncertain
twilight was settling into a clear star?
lit night. Our boilers were strained
to their utmost, and the frail shell vi?
brated and creaked with the fierce en?
ergy which was driving us along. We
had shot through the pool past the
West India docks, down the long Dept?
ford Reach, and up again after round?
ing the Isle of Dogs. The dull blur in
front of us resolved itself now clearly
enough into the dainty Aurora. Jones
turned our searchlight upon her, so
that we could plainly see the figures
upon her deck. One man sat by the
stern, with something black between
his knees over which he stooped. Beside
him lay a dark mass which looked like
a Newfoundland dog. The boy held the
tiller, while against the red glare of
the furnace I could see old Smith,
stripped to the waist, and shoveling
coals for dear life- They may have had
some doubt at first as to whether we
were really pursuing them, but now as
we followed every winding and turn?
ing which they took there could no
longer be any question about it. At
Greenwich we were about three hundred
paces behind them. At Blackwall we
could not have been more than two
hundred and fifty. I have coursed
many creatures in many countries dur?
ing my checkered career, but never did
sport give me such a wild thrill as this
mad, flying man hunt down the
Thames. Steadily we drew in upon
them, yard by yard. In the silence
of the night we could hear the
panting and clanking of their ma?
chinery. The man in the stern still
crouched upon the deck, and his arms
were moving as though he were busy,
while every now and then he would
look up and measure with a glance the
distance which still separated us.
Nearer we came and nearer. Jones
yelled to them to stop. ~W? "were ?iot
more than four boats' lengths behind
them, both boats flying at a tremen?
dous pace. It was a clear reach of
the river, with Barking level upon
one side and the melancholy Plum
stead marshes upon the other. At
our hail the man in the stem sprang
up from the deck and shook his two
clinched fists at us, cursing the while
in a high, cracked voice. He
was a good-sized, powerful man,
and as he stood poising himself
with legs astride I could see that from
the thigh downwards there was but a
wooden stump upon the right side. At
the sound of his strident, angry cries
there was movement in the huddled
bundle upon the deck. It straightened
itself into a little black man-the
smallest I have ever seen-with a great,
misshapen head and a shock of tangled,
disheveled hair. Holmes had already
drawn his revolver, and I whipped out.
mine at the sight of this savage, dis?
torted creature. He was wrapped in
some sort of dark ulster or blanket,
which left only his face exposed; but
thatwface was enough to give a man a
sleepless night. Never have I seen
features so deeply markod with ail bes?
tiality and cruelty. His small eyes
glowed and burned with a somber light,
and his thick "lips were writhed back
from his teeth, which grinned and chat?
tered at us with a half animal fury.
HS SHOOK HIS TWO CLINCHED FISTS
AT US.
~~.Tiri if he raises his hand,v~~said
Holmes, quietly. We were within a
boat's length by this time, and almost
within touch of our quarry. I can see
the two of them now as they stood, the
?white man with his leg's far apart,
shrieking out curses, and the unhal?
lowed dwarf, with his hideous face, and
his strong yellow teeth gnashing at us
in the light of our lantern.
It was well that we had so clear a
view of him. Even as we looked he
plucked out from under his covering a
short, round piece of wood, like a
school ruler, and clapped it to his
lips. Our pistols rang out together.
He whirled round, threw up his
arms, and with a kind of chok?
ing cough fell sideways into the
stream. I caught one glimpse of his
venomous, menacing eyes amid the
white swirl of the waters. At
same moment the wooden-legged man
threw himself upon the rudder and put
it hard down, so that his boat made ,
straight in for the southern bank,
while we shot past her stern, only
clearing her.by a few feet. We were
round after her in an instant, but she
was* already nearly at the bank. It
was a wild and desolate place, where
the moon glimmered upon a wide ex?
panse of marsh land, with pools of
stagnant water and beds of decaying
vegetation. The launch, with a dull
thud, ran up on the mud bank, with
her bow in the air and her stern flush
with the water. The fugitive sprang
out, but his stump instantly sank its
whole length into the sodden soil. In
vain he struggled and writhed. Not
one step could he possibly take
either forwards or backwards. He
yelled in impotent rage, and kicked
frantically into the mud with his other
foot, but his struggles only bored his
wooden pin the deeper into the sticky
bank. When we brought our launch
alongside he was so firmly anchored
that it was only by throwing the end
of a rope over his shoulders that we
were able to haul him out, and to drag
him, like some evil fish, over our side.
Thc two Smiths, rather and son, sat
sullenly in their launch, but came
aboard meekly enough when com?
manded. The Aurora herself we
hauled off and made fast to our stern.
A solid iron chest of Indian workman?
ship stood upon the deck. This, there
could be no question, was the same
that had contained the ill-omened
treasure of the Sholtos. There was no
key, but it was of considerable weight,
so we transferred it carefully to our
own little cabin. As we steamed
slowly upstream again, we flashed our
search-light in every direction, but
there was no sign of the islander.
Somewhere in the dark ooze at the
bottom of the Thames lie the bones of
that strange visitor to our shores.
44See here," said Holmes, pointing to
the wooden hatchway. "We were
hardly quick enough with oui* pistols."
There, sure enough, just behind
where we had been standing, stuck
one of those murderous darts which we
knew so welL It must have whizzed
between us at the instant that we
fired. Holmes smiled at it, and
shrugged his shoulders in his easv
fashion, but I confess that it turned
me sick to think ot the horrible death
which had passed so close to us that
night.
CHAPTER XI.
THE GBEAT AGRA TREAS t/KE.
Our captive sat in the cabin opposite
to the iron box which he had done so
much and waited so long to gain. He
was a sunburned, reckless-eyed fellow,
with a network of lines and wrinkles
all over his mahogany features, which
told of a hard, open-air life. There
was a singular prominence about his
bearded chin which marked a man
who was not to be easily turned from
his purpose. His age may have been
fifty or thereabouts, for his black,
curly hair was thickly shot with gray.
His face in repose was not an un?
pleasing one, though his heavy brows
and aggressive chin gave him, as I had
lately seen, a terrible expression when
moved to anger. He sat now with his
handcuffed hands upon his lap and his
head sunk upon his breast, while he
looked with his keen, twinkling eyes
at the box which had been the cause
nf his ill-doings. It seemed to me that
there was more sorrow than anarer in
his rigid and contained , ?untenance.
Once he looked up at nie with a gleam
of something like humor in his eyes.
"Weil, Jonathan Small," said Hohnes,
ti<rht:n?r a cigar, "I am sorry that it
has come to this."
"And so am I." he answered, frankly.
"1 don't believe that I can swing over
thc job. I give you my word <m the
book that I never raised my hand
igainst Mr. Sholto. It was that little
iiell-hound Tonga who shot one of Iris
:ursed darts into him. I had no part
in it, sir. J was as grieved as if it had
been my blood-relaH?rL 7 welted the
little devil with the slack end of the
rope for it, but it was done, and 1 could
not undo it again-"
"Have a cigar," said Holmes; "and
you had best take a pull out of my flask,
for you are very wet. How could you
expect so small and weak a man as this
black fellow to overpower Mr. Sholto
and hold him while you were climbing
the rope?
"You seem to know as much about it
as if you were there, sir. The truth is
that I hoped to find the room clear.
T ?cnew theTh?b'its of the house pretty
^ well, and it was the time when Mr.
! Sholto usually went down to his sup?
per. I shall make no secret of the
business. The best defense that I can
make is just the simple truth. Now, if
it had been the old major I would have
swung for him with a light heart. I
would have thought no more of knif?
ing him than of smoking this cigar.
But it's cursed hard that I should be
lagged over this young Sholto, with
whom I had no quarrel whatever."
"You are under the charge of Mr. I
Athelney Jones, of Scotland Yard. Ile
is going to bring you up to my rooms,
and I shall ask you for a true account
of the matter. You must make a clean
breast of it, for if you do I hope that I
may be of use to you. I think I can
prove that the poison acts so quickly
that the man was dead before ever you
reached the room."
"That he was, sir. I never got such
a turn in my life as when I saw him
grinning at me with his head on his
shoulder as I climbed through the win?
dow, ft fairly shook rre, sir. I'd have
half killed Tonga for it if he had not
scrambled of?. That was how he
came to leave his club, and some
of his darts, too. as he tells me,
which I dare say helped to put
you on our track; though how
you kept on it is more than I can telL
I don't feel no malice against you for
it. But it does seem a queer thing,"
he added, with a bitter smile, "that I,
who have a fair claim to nigh upon
half a million oi money should spend
the first half of my life building a
breakwater in the Andamans, and am
like to spend the other half <Jiggin'
drains at Dartmoor. It was an evil
day for me when first I clapped eyes
upon the merchant Achmet and had to
do with the Agra treasure, which never
brought anything but a curse yet upon
the man who owned it. To him it
brought murder, to Maj. Sholto it
brought fear and guilt, to me it has
meant slavery for life."
At this moment Athelney Jones
thrust his broad face and heavy?shoul
ders into the tiny cabin. "Quite a fam
* "QUITE A FAMILY PARTY," HE BE MARKED.
ily party," he remarked "I think I
shall have a pull at that flask, Holmes.
Well, I think we may all congratulate
each other. Pity we didn't take the
other alive; but there was no choice. I
say, Holmes, you must confess that you
cut it rather fine. It was all that we
could do to overhaul her."
"All is well that ends well," said
Holmes. "But I certainly did not
know that the Aurora was such a
clipper. "
"Smith says that she is one of the
fastest launches on the river, and that
if he had had another man to help him
with the engines we should never have
caught her. lie swears he knows noth?
ing of this Norwood business."
"Neither he did," cried our prisoner
-"not a word. I chose his launch be?
cause I heard that she was a flyer. We
told him nothing, but we paid him
well, and he was to get something
handsome if we reached our vessel, the
Esmeralda, at Gravesend, outward
bound for the Brazils."
"Well, if he has done no wrong we
shall see that no wrong comes to him.
Tf we are pretty quick in catching our
men, we are not so quick in condemn,
ing them." It was amusing to notice
how the consequential Jones was ai?
read}* beginning to give himself airs on
the strength of the capture. From the
slight smile which played over Sher?
lock Holmes' face, I could see that the
speech had not been lost upon him.
"We will be at Vauxhall bridge
presently," said Jones, "and shall land
you, Dr. Watson, with the treasure
box. I need hardly tell you that I am
taking" a very grave responsibility upen
myself in doing-this. It. is most irreg?
ular; but of course an agreement is an
agreement. I must, however, as a mat?
ter of duty, send an inspector with
you, since you have so valuable a
charge. You will drive, no doubt?"
"Yes. I shall drive."
"it is a pity there is no key. that we
may make an inventory first. You will
have to break it open. Where is the
key. my man?"
"At the bottom of the river." said
Small, sh??rtty.
"lium! There was no usc you giv?
ing this unnecessary trouble. Wc have
had work enough already through you.
However, doctor. I need riot warn you
to be careful. Bring the box bock
with you to the Baker street rooms
You will find us there on our way to
the station."
They landed me at Vauxhall with
! my heavy iron box aDd with a bluff,
j genial inspector as my companion. A i
quarter of a a hour's drive brought us
to Mrs. Cecil Forrester's. The servant
seemed surprised at so late a visitor.
Mrs. Cecil Forrester was out for the
evening^ she explained, and likely to
be very late. Miss Morstan, however,
was in the drawing-room; so to the
drawing-room I went, box in hand,
leaving the obliging inspector in the
cab.
She was seated by the open window,
dressed in some sort of white diaphan?
ous material, with a little touch of
scarlet at the neck and waist. The soft
light of a shaded lamp fell upon her as
she leaned back in the basket chair,
playing over her sweet, grave face, and
tinting with a .dull metallic sparkle
the rich coils of her luxurianfhair, one
white arm and hand drooped over the
side of the chair, and her whole pose
and figure spoke of an absorbing
melancholy. At the sound of my foot?
fall she sprang to her feet, however,
and a bright flush of surprise and of
pleasure colored her pale cheeks.
"I heard a cab drive up," she said. "I
thought that Mrs. Forrester had come
back very early, but I never dreamed
that it might be you. What news have
you brought me?"
"I have brought something better
than news," said I, putting down the
box upon the table and speaking jov?
ially and boisterously, though my
heart was heavy within me. UI have
brought you something which is worth
ail the news in the world. I have
brought you a fortune."
She glanced at the iron box. "Is
that the treasure, then?" she asked,
coolly enough.
"Yes, this is the great Agra treasure.
Half of it isvyours and half is Thaddeus
Sholto's. You will have a couple of
j hundred thousand each. Think of
j that! An annuity of ten thousand
pounds. There will be few richer
young ladies in England. Is it not
glorious?"
( I think that I must have been rather
overacting my delight, and that she
detected a hollow ring in my congratu?
lations, for I saw her eyebrows rise a
little, and she glanced at me curiously.
"If I have it," .said she, "I owe it to
you."
"No, no," I answered, "not to me,
but to my friend Sherlock Holmes.
With all the will in the world, I could
never have followed up a clew which
has taxed even his analytical genius.
As it was, we very nearly lost it at the
last moment"
"Pray sit down and tell me all about
it, Dr. Watson," said she.
I narrated briefly what had occurred
since I had seen her last-Holmes" new
method of search, the discovery of the
Aurora, the appearance of Athel ney
Jones, our expedition in the evening,
and the wild chase down the Thames.
She listened with parted lips and shin?
ing eyes to my recital of our adventures.
When I spoke of the dart which had so
narrowly missed us, she turned so
white that I feared she was about to
faint.
"It is nothing," she said, as I
hastened to pour her some water. "1
am all right again. It was a shock to
me to hear that I had placed my friends
in such horrible peril."
"That is all over," I answered. "It was
nothing. I w?l tell you no more gloomy
details. Let us turn to something
brighter. There is the treasure. What
could be brighter than that? I got
leave to bring it with me, thinking
that it would interest you to be the
first to see it."
"It would be of the greatest interest
to me," she said. There was no eager?
ness in her voice, however. It struck
her, doubtless, that it might seem un?
gracious upon her part to be indiffer?
ent to a prize which had cost so much
to win.
"What a pretty box!" she said, stoop?
ing over it. "This is Indian work, I
suppose?"
"Yes; it is Benares metal-work."
"And so heavy!" she exclaimed, try?
ing to raise it. "The box alore must
be of some value. Where is the key?"
"Small threw it into the Thames," I
answered. "I must borrow Mrs. For?
rester's poker." There was in the front
a thick and broad hasp, wrought in the
image of a sitting Buddha. Under this
I thrust the end of the poker and
twisted it outward as a lever. The hasp
sprang open with a loud snap.. With
trembling fingers I flung back the lid.
We both stood -gazing in astonishment.
The box was empty!
No wonder that it was heavy. The
iron work was two-thirds of an inch
thick all round. It was massive, well
made and solid, like a chest constructed
to carry things of great price, but not
one shred or crumb of metal or jewelry
lay within it. It was absolutely and
completely empty.
"The treasure is lost," said Miss
Morstan, calmly.
As I listened to the words, and real?
ized what they meant, a great shadow
seemed to pass from my soul. I did
not know how this Agra treasure had
weighed me down, until now that it
was finally removed. It was selfish,
no (ioul>t. disloyal, wrong, but I could
realize nothing save that the golden
barrier was gone from between us.
.'Thank (?od!*' I ejaculated from my 1
very heart.
She looked at me with a quick, ques- j
tioning smile. "Why do you say that?" |
sliv asked.
"Because you :'.re within my reach ?
again." I said, taking her hand. I
She did not withdra w it "Because I |
love you, Mary, as truly as ever a man
lovel a woman. Kccau: c* this tr? asure.
these riches, sealed my Hps. Now that
they are gone I can tell you hoe.- I love i
you. That is why I said: 'Thank God.'" ,
.*THE TREASURE 'IS LOST," SAID MISS
MORSTAN.
?.Then T say ^Thank God,"toop sne
whispered, as I drew her to my side.
Whoever had lost a treasure, I knew
that night that I had gained one.
CHAPTER m
THE STRANGE STORY OF JONATHAN SMALL.
A very patient man was the inspector
in the cab, for it was a weary time be?
fore I rejoined him. His face clouded
over when I showed him the empty
box.
"There goes the reward," said he,
gloomily. "Where there is no money
there is no pay. This night's work
would have been worth a tenner each
to Sam Brown and me if the treasure
had been there."
"Mr. Thaddeus Sholto isa rich man,"
I said. "He will see that you are re?
warded, treasure or no."
The inspector shook his head de?
spondently, however. "It's a bad job,"
he repeated, "and so Mr. Athelney
Jones will think."
His forecast proved to be correct,
for the .detective looked blank enough
when I got to Baker street and showed
him the empty box. They had only
just arrived, Holmes, the prisoner and
he, for they had changed their plans so
far as to report themselves at a station
upon the way. My companion lounged
in his armchair with his usual listless
expression, while Small sat stolidly op?
posite to him with his wooden leg
cocked over his sound one. As I ex?
hibited the empty box he leaned back
in his chair and laughed aloud.
"This is your doing, Small," said
Athelney Jones, angrily.
"Yes, I have put it away where you
shall never lay hand upon it," he cried,
exultantly. "It is my treasure; and if
I can't have the loot 111 take darned
good care that no one else does. I tell
you. that no living man has any right
to it, unless it is three men who are in
the Andaman convict barracks and my?
self. I know now that I cannot have
the use of it, and I know that they
cannot. I have acted all through for
them as much as for myself. It's been
the sign of four with us always. Well
I know that they would have had me
do just what I have done, and throw
the treasure into the Thames rather
than let it go to kith or kin of Sholto
or of Morstan. It was not to make
them rich that we did for Achmet.
You'll find the treasure where the key
is, and where little Tonga is. When I
saw that your launch must catch us, I
put the loot in a safe place. There are
no rupees for you this journey."
"You are deceiving us, Small," said
Athelney Jones, sternly. "If you had
wished to throw the treasure into the
Thames it would have been easier for
you to have thrown box and all."
"Easier for me to throw, a easier
for you to recover," he answe.^d, with
a shrewd, sidelong look. "The man
that was clever enough to hunt me
down is clever enough to pick an iron
box from the bottom of a river. Now
that they are scattered over five miles
or so. it may be a harder job. It went
to my heart to do it, though. I was
half mad when you came up with us.
However, there's no good grieving over
it. I've had ups in my life, and I've
had downs, but I've learned not to cry
over spilt milk."
"This is a very serious mattel, Small," j
said the detective. "If you had helped
justice, instead of thwarting it in this
way, you would have had a better
chance at your trial."
"Justice!" snarled the ex-convict. "A !
pretty justice! Whose loot is this, if
it is not ours? Where is the justice
that I should give it up to those who
have never earned it? Look how I have
earned it! Twenty long years in that
fever-ridden swamp, all day at work
under the mangrove tree, all night
chained up in the filthy convict huts,
bitten by mosquitoes, racked with
ague, bullied by every cursed black
faced policeman who loved to take it
out of a white man. That was how I
earned the Agra treasure; and you talk
to me of justice because I cannot bear
to feel that I have paid this price only
that another may enjoy it! I would
rather swing a score of times,
or have one of Tonga's darts in
my hide, than live in a convict's cell
and feel that another man is at his ease
in a palace with the money that should
bc mine." Small had dropped his mask
of stoicism, and all this came out in a
wild whirl of words, while his eyes
blazed, and the hand-cuffs clanked to- j
gether with impassioned movement of |
his han-ls. I could understand. n? ?
Highest of all in Leavening Pow
saw the fury and the passion of the
man, that it was no groundless or un?
natural terror which had possessed
Maj. Sholto when he first learned that
the injured convict was upon his track.
"You forget that we know nothing of
all this." said Holmes, ?uietly. "We
have not heard your story, and we can?
not tell how far justice may originally
have been on your side."
"Well, sir, you have been very fair
spoken to me, though I can see that I
have you to thank that I have these
bracelets upon my wrists. Still. I bear
no grudge for that. It is all fair ano
above-board. If you want to hear my
story I have no wish to hold it back.
What I say to you is God's truth, every
word of it. Thank you; you car. put
the glass beside me here, and I"]i put
my lips tp.it if I am dry.
TO BE CONTINUED.
ONLY A MISTAKE, AFTER ALL.
And Nothing for a Respectable Colored
Gentleman to Worry About.
A serious blunder occurred in a West
Virginia county not long ago. A num?
ber of the farmers had sustained losses
of sheep from their respective flecks,
and, being skeptical as to the efficiency
of the law officers, one night took the
matter m their own hands. A dozen or
more of them proceeded some miles
away, to the house of Rehoboth Jem
son, and, notwithstanding his protesta?
tions of innocence, gave him a severe
drubbing.
The affair created no little stn*, as
Rehoboth was a very respectable col?
ored man, v.*ho owned a snug little farm
and was a deacon in the Baptist church.
He had the confidence and esteem of
his white neighbors, who were so
worked up over the matter that they
considered the expediency of an investi?
gation that should lead to the punish?
ment of the raiding party.
Within a few days the farmers discov?
ered they had made an awkward mis?
take, the guilty party having been
caught red-handed and had made a full
confession; so, being in the main a right
good set of fellows they decided to offer
balm to Rehoboth for his many wounds.
Three of their number were designated
a committee with full power to act. and
they hastened to the discharge of then
duty. Old Rehoboth was sitting in his
neat little cabin with bandaged head,
while his wife was applying a cooling
wash to his lacerated back. The com?
mittee looked foolish and scarcely knew
how to begin; but finally one of the
number stammered out an apology, and
added that they were willing to pay a
reasonable amount as recompense for
his sufferings.
"La, child. how you does talk, sholy!
Ameckin' sich a furse dat I's ershamed
on ye! You jcs' git back ter yer homes
'n' stay dar. I ain" axin" nuirin' 'n' don'
want nuilin'. Wy honey, ef I done tuck
on erbout de misteeks ? c white folkses
I'd jes* be plum' mis'able harf de time."
-Chicago Tribune.
REVERSED BY A COLLISION,
An OiJ Brakeman Tell* af a Queer Rail?
road Accident la the West.
"The most remarkahle wreck I was
ever in.'"' fcdid an old brakeman to a
Louisville Courier-Journal man. "hap?
pened on the Short line between Pewee
and Beard's some years ago. It was a
freight wreck. I had charge of the La
Grange accommodation and was bound
in to Louisville. We were following
hard upon the trail of train No. 32,
also bound for Louisville. Train No.
14 was coming in our direction. It had
been delayed some minutes at Pewee,
but expected to make up the time and
sidetrack between Pewee and Beard's
on schedule time, so that train No. 32
would have the right of way.
"The delay was what caused the
trouble. The sidetrack I am telling
you about was just behind and under a
hill. Train No. 14 had just backed on
to the sidetrack, and before the switch?
man could shift the switch train No.
32 came dashing around the hill. The
engineer saw the danger. Ile turned
down the throttle with a hard shove
and whistled 'down brakes.' His ef?
forts were of no use. however. Train
No. 32 turned in on the sidetrack ano
went crashing into No. 14. All the
cars of the train, fourteen, were
stripped off the track as clean as if
they ha-: been peas in a pod. The
shock of the two trains meeting was,
of course, terrific. The whole of train
No. 32. including the locomotive, top?
pled off the track. Remarkable as it
may seem, only the cars of No. 14 were
thrown off the track.
"When the two trains struck the en?
gineer of No. 14 had his hand on the
throttle, about to stop his train. The
shock threw him out of the cab and tho
wrench threw open the throttle again
and reversed the engine. When the
cars had been stripped off the track the
locomotive went 'wild' down the track
toward La Grange. We of the La
Grange accommodation had by this
time neared the curve. I was at the
head of the train as lookout. I heard
the sound of a locomotive approaching
and signaled the engineer of our train
to reverse his engine. He had hardly
time to jump to the throttle when the
wild locomotive crashed into TIS. I was
thrown. I reckon, fifty feet, and came
out of it with t wo broicen legs. No one
else was hurt, but the La Grange ac?
commodation was a day late. No. I
don't railroad any more."
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