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of her geese for a Christmas present, and I knew that she was always |
as good as her word. I would take my goose now, and in it I would |
carry my stone to Kilburn. There was a little shed in the yard, and |
behind this I drove one of the birds--a fine big one, white, with a |
barred tail. I caught it, and prying its bill open, I thrust the |
stone down its throat as far as my finger could reach. The bird gave |
a gulp, and I felt the stone pass along its gullet and down into its |
crop. But the creature flapped and struggled, and out came my sister |
to know what was the matter. As I turned to speak to her the brute |
broke loose and fluttered off among the others. |
"'Whatever were you doing with that bird, Jem?' says she. |
"'Well,' said I, 'you said you'd give me one for Christmas, and I was |
feeling which was the fattest.' |
"'Oh,' says she, 'we've set yours aside for you--Jem's bird, we call |
it. It's the big white one over yonder. There's twenty-six of them, |
which makes one for you, and one for us, and two dozen for the |
market.' |
"'Thank you, Maggie,' says I; 'but if it is all the same to you, I'd |
rather have that one I was handling just now.' |
"'The other is a good three pound heavier,' said she, 'and we |
fattened it expressly for you.' |
"'Never mind. I'll have the other, and I'll take it now,' said I. |
"'Oh, just as you like,' said she, a little huffed. 'Which is it you |
want, then?' |
"'That white one with the barred tail, right in the middle of the |
flock.' |
"'Oh, very well. Kill it and take it with you.' |
"Well, I did what she said, Mr. Holmes, and I carried the bird all |
the way to Kilburn. I told my pal what I had done, for he was a man |
that it was easy to tell a thing like that to. He laughed until he |
choked, and we got a knife and opened the goose. My heart turned to |
water, for there was no sign of the stone, and I knew that some |
terrible mistake had occurred. I left the bird, rushed back to my |
sister's, and hurried into the back yard. There was not a bird to be |
seen there. |
"'Where are they all, Maggie?' I cried. |
"'Gone to the dealer's, Jem.' |
"'Which dealer's?' |
"'Breckinridge, of Covent Garden.' |
"'But was there another with a barred tail?' I asked, 'the same as |
the one I chose?' |
"'Yes, Jem; there were two barred-tailed ones, and I could never tell |
them apart.' |
"Well, then, of course I saw it all, and I ran off as hard as my feet |
would carry me to this man Breckinridge; but he had sold the lot at |
once, and not one word would he tell me as to where they had gone. |
You heard him yourselves to-night. Well, he has always answered me |
like that. My sister thinks that I am going mad. Sometimes I think |
that I am myself. And now--and now I am myself a branded thief, |
without ever having touched the wealth for which I sold my character. |
God help me! God help me!" He burst into convulsive sobbing, with his |
face buried in his hands. |
There was a long silence, broken only by his heavy breathing and by |
the measured tapping of Sherlock Holmes' finger-tips upon the edge of |
the table. Then my friend rose and threw open the door. |
"Get out!" said he. |
"What, sir! Oh, Heaven bless you!" |
"No more words. Get out!" |
And no more words were needed. There was a rush, a clatter upon the |
stairs, the bang of a door, and the crisp rattle of running footfalls |
from the street. |
"After all, Watson," said Holmes, reaching up his hand for his clay |
pipe, "I am not retained by the police to supply their deficiencies. |
If Horner were in danger it would be another thing; but this fellow |
will not appear against him, and the case must collapse. I suppose |
that I am commuting a felony, but it is just possible that I am |
saving a soul. This fellow will not go wrong again; he is too |
terribly frightened. Send him to jail now, and you make him a |
jail-bird for life. Besides, it is the season of forgiveness. Chance |
has put in our way a most singular and whimsical problem, and its |
solution is its own reward. If you will have the goodness to touch |
the bell, Doctor, we will begin another investigation, in which, also |
a bird will be the chief feature." |
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