Sherlock Holmes: Adventure Of The Stockbroker's Clerk 2 Of 2

Hello,

It's Mandy here.

Welcome back to the world of Sherlock Holmes and to part two of The Stockbroker's Clerk by Arthur Conan Doyle.

As well as myriad translations of the Holmes adventures throughout the world,

A genre of parodies and pastiches has also developed based on the Sherlock Holmes character.

The mystery drama TV series House 2004 to 2012 starring Hugh Laurie was a medical take on Holmes and Watson.

I don't know if you ever saw it but it's certainly worth a watch.

Anyway,

Before we go ahead,

Please feel free to make yourself very comfortable.

Settling down into your chair or your bed.

Relaxing your hands.

Loosening your shoulders.

And softening your jaw.

That's great.

So if you're ready,

Then I shall begin.

At seven o'clock that evening,

We were walking,

The three of us,

Down Corporation Street to the company's offices.

It's of no use our being at all before our time,

Said our client.

He only comes there to see me apparently,

For the place is deserted up to the very hour he names.

That is suggestive,

Remarked Holmes.

By Jove,

I told you so,

Cried the clerk.

That's he walking ahead of us there.

He pointed to a smallish,

Blonde,

Well-dressed man who was bustling along the other side of the road.

As we watched him,

He looked across at a boy who was bawling out the latest edition of the evening paper and,

Running over among the cabs and buses,

He bought one from him.

Then,

Clutching it in his hand,

He vanished through a doorway.

There he goes,

Cried Hall Pycroft.

Those are the company's offices into which he's gone.

Come with me,

And I'll fix it up as easily as possible.

Following his lead,

We ascended five storeys,

Until we found ourselves outside a half-opened door,

At which our client tapped.

A voice within bade us,

Come in,

And we entered a bare,

Unfurnished room,

Such as Hall Pycroft had described.

At the single table sat the man whom we'd seen in the street,

With his evening paper spread out in front of him,

And as he looked up at us,

It seemed to me that I'd never looked upon a face which bore such marks of grief,

And of something beyond grief,

Of a horror such as comes to few men in a lifetime.

His brow glistened with perspiration,

His cheeks were of the dull,

Dead white of a fish's belly,

And his eyes were wild and staring.

He looked at his clerk as though he failed to recognise him,

And I could see by the astonishment depicted upon our conductor's face,

That this was by no means the usual appearance of his employer.

You look ill,

Mr Pinner,

He exclaimed.

Yes,

I am not very well,

Answered the other,

Making obvious efforts to pull himself together,

And licking his dry lips before he spoke.

Who are these gentlemen you have brought with you?

One is Mr Harris of Bermondsey,

And the other is Mr Price of this town,

Said our clerk,

Glibly.

They are friends of mine,

And gentlemen of experience,

But they've been out of a place for some little time,

And they hope that perhaps you might find an opening for them in the company's employment.

Very possibly,

Cried Mr Pinner with a ghastly smile.

Yes,

I have no doubt that we shall be able to do something for you.

What is your particular line,

Mr Harris?

I am an accountant,

Said Holmes.

Ah,

Yes,

We shall want something of the sort.

And you,

Mr Price?

A clerk,

Said I.

I have every hope that the company may accommodate you.

I will let you know about it as soon as we come to any conclusion,

And now I beg that you will go.

For God's sake,

Leave me to myself.

These last words were shot out of him as though the constraint which he was evidently setting upon himself had suddenly and utterly burst asunder.

Holmes and I glanced at each other,

And Hall Pycroft took a step toward the table.

You forget,

Mr Pinner,

That I am here by appointment,

To receive some directions from you,

Said he.

Certainly,

Mr Pycroft,

Certainly,

The other answered in a calmer tone.

You may wait here a moment,

And there is no reason why your friends should not wait with you.

I will be entirely at your service in three minutes,

If I might trespass upon your patience so far.

He rose with a very courteous air,

And bowing to us,

He passed out through a door at the further end of the room,

Which he closed behind him.

What now?

Whispered Holmes.

Is he giving us the slip?

Impossible,

Answered Pycroft.

Why so?

That door leads to an inner room.

There is no exit?

None.

Is it furnished?

It was empty yesterday.

Then what on earth can he be doing?

There is something I don't understand in this matter.

If ever a man was three parts mad with terror,

That man's name is Pinner.

What can have put the shivers on him?

He suspects that we're detectives,

I suggested.

That's it,

Said Pycroft.

Holmes shook his head.

He didn't turn pale.

He was pale when we entered the room,

Said he.

It is just possible that.

.

.

His words were interrupted by a sharp rat-a-tat from the direction of the inner door.

What the deuce is he knocking at his own door for?

Cried the clerk.

Again and much louder came the rat-a-tat.

We all gazed expectantly at the closed door.

Glancing at Holmes,

I saw his face turn rigid and he leaned forward in intense excitement.

Then suddenly came a low gurgling,

Gargling sound and a brisk drumming upon woodwork.

Holmes sprang frantically across the room and pushed at the door.

It was fastened on the inner side.

Following his example,

We threw ourselves upon it with all our weight.

One hinge snapped,

Then the other and down came the door with a crash.

Rushing over it,

We found ourselves in the inner room.

It was empty.

But it was only for a moment that we were at fault.

At one corner,

The corner nearest the room which we had left,

There was a second door.

Holmes sprang to it and pulled it open.

A coat and waistcoat were lying on the floor and from a hook behind the door,

With his own braces around his neck,

Was hanging the managing director of the Franco Midland hardware company.

His knees were drawn up,

His head hung at a dreadful angle to his body and the clatter of his heels against the door made the noise which had broken in upon our conversation.

In an instant,

I had caught him round the waist and held him up,

While Holmes and Pycroft untied the elastic bands which had disappeared between the livid creases of skin.

Then we carried him into the other room where he lay with a slate-coloured face,

Puffing his purple lips in and out with every breath,

A dreadful rack of all that he had been but five minutes before.

What do you think of him,

Watson?

Asked Holmes.

I stooped over him and examined him.

His pulse was feeble and intermittent but his breathing grew longer and there was a little shivering of his eyelids which showed a thin white slit of eyeball beneath.

It has been touch and go with him,

Said I,

But he'll live now.

Just open that window and hand me the water carafe.

I undid his collar,

Poured the cold water over his face and raised and sank his arms until he drew a long natural breath.

It's only a question of time now,

Said I,

As I turned away from him.

Holmes stood by the table with his hands deep in his trouser pockets and his chin upon his breast.

I suppose we ought to call the police in now,

Said he,

And yet I confess that I like to give them a complete case when they come.

It's a blessed mystery to me,

Cried Pycroft,

Scratching his head.

Whatever they wanted to bring me all the way up here for and then—phew,

All this is clear enough,

Said Holmes,

Impatiently.

It is this last sudden move.

You understand the rest then?

I think it is fairly obvious.

What do you say,

Watson?

I shrugged my shoulders.

I must confess that I am out of my depths,

Said I.

Oh surely,

If you consider the events at first,

They can only point to one conclusion.

What do you make of them?

Well,

Said Holmes,

The whole thing hinges upon two points.

The first is the making of Pycroft write a declaration by which he entered the service of this preposterous company.

Do you not see how very suggestive that is?

I'm afraid I missed the point.

Well,

Why did they want him to do it?

Not as a business matter,

For these arrangements are usually verbal,

And there was no earthly business reason why this should be an exception.

Don't you see,

My young friend,

That they were very anxious to obtain a specimen of your handwriting and had no other way of doing it?

But why,

Said Pycroft?

Quite so.

Why?

When we answer that,

We have made some progress with our little problem.

There can be only one adequate reason.

Someone wanted to learn to imitate your writing and had to procure a specimen of it first.

And now,

If we pass on to the second point,

We find that each throws a light upon the other.

That point is the request made by Pinner that you should not resign your place,

But should leave the manager of this important business in the full expectation that a Mr Hall-Pycroft,

Who he had never seen,

Was about to enter the office upon the Monday morning.

My God,

Cried our client,

What a blind beetle I've been.

Now you see the point about the handwriting,

Said Sherlock Holmes.

Suppose that someone turned up in your place who wrote a completely different hand from that in which you had applied for the vacancy.

Of course,

The game would have been up.

But in the interval,

The rogue learnt to imitate you and his position was therefore secure,

As I presume that nobody in the office had ever set eyes upon you.

Not a soul,

Groaned Hall-Pycroft.

Very good.

Of course,

It was of the utmost importance to prevent you from thinking better of it and also to keep you from coming into contact with anyone who might tell you that your double was at work in Mawson's office.

Therefore,

They gave you a handsome advance on your salary and ran you off to the Midlands,

Where they gave you enough work to do to prevent your going to London,

Where you might have bussed their little game up.

That is all plain enough.

But why should this man pretend to be his own brother?

Well,

That is pretty clear also.

There are evidently only two of them in it.

The other is impersonating you at the office.

This one acted as your engager and then found that he could not find you an employer without admitting a third person into the plot.

That he was most unwilling to do.

He changed his appearance as far as he could and trusted that the likeness,

Which you couldn't fail to observe,

Would be put down to a family resemblance.

But for the happy chance of the gold stuffing,

Your suspicions would probably have never been aroused.

Hall-Pycroft shook his clenched hands in the air.

Good Lord,

He cried.

Well,

I've been fooled in this way.

What has this other Hall-Pycroft been doing at Mawson's?

What should we do,

Mr Holmes?

Tell me what to do.

We must wire to Mawson's.

But they shut at 12 on Saturdays.

Never mind,

There may be some doorkeeper or attendant.

Ah yes,

They keep a permanent guard there on account of the value of the securities that they hold.

I remember hearing it talked of in the city.

Very good,

Said Sherlock Holmes.

We shall wire to him and see if all is well and if a clerk of your name is working there.

That is clear enough.

But what is not so clear is why,

At sight of us,

One of these rogues should instantly walk out of the room and hang himself.

The paper,

Croaked a voice behind us.

The man was sitting up,

Blanched and ghastly,

With returning reason in his eyes and hands which rubbed nervously at the broad red band which still encircled his throat.

The paper,

Of course,

Yelled Holmes in a paroxysm of excitement.

Idiot that I was!

I thought so much of our visit that the paper never entered my head for an instant.

To be sure,

The secret must lie there.

He flattened it out on the table and a cry of triumph burst from his lips.

Look at this,

Watson,

He cried.

It is a London paper,

An early edition of the Evening Standard.

Here is what we want.

Look at the headlines.

Crime in the City,

Murder at Mawson and Williams,

Gigantic Attempted Robbery,

Capture of the Criminal.

Here,

Watson,

We are all equally anxious to hear it,

So kindly read it aloud to us.

It appeared from its position in the paper to have been the one event of importance in town,

And the account of it ran in this way.

A desperate attempt at robbery,

Culminating in the death of one man and the capture of the criminal,

Occurred this afternoon in the city.

For some time back,

Mawson and Williams,

The famous financial house,

Have been the guardians of securities which amount in the aggregate to a sum of considerably over a million sterling.

So conscious was the manager of the responsibility which devolved upon him in consequence of the great interests at stake,

That safes of the very latest construction have been employed,

And an armed watchman has been left day and night in the building.

It appears that last week,

A new clerk,

Named Hall Pycroft,

Was engaged by the firm.

This person appears to have been none other than Beddington,

The famous forger and cracksman,

Who,

With his brother,

Has only recently emerged from a five-year spell of penal servitude.

By some means,

Which are not yet clear,

He succeeded in winning,

Under a false name,

This official position in the office,

Which he utilised in order to obtain mouldings of various locks,

And a thorough knowledge of the position of the strongroom and the safes.

It is customary at Mawson's for the clerks to leave at midday on Saturday.

Sergeant Tewson,

Of the City Police,

Was somewhat surprised,

Therefore,

To see a gentleman with a carpet bag come down the steps at twenty minutes past one.

His suspicions being aroused,

The sergeant followed the man,

And with the aid of Constable Pollock,

Succeeded,

After a most desperate resistance,

In arresting him.

It was at once clear that a and gigantic robbery had been committed.

Nearly £100,

000 worth of American railway bonds,

With a large amount of scrip in other mines and companies,

Were discovered in the bag.

On examining the premises,

The body of the unfortunate watchman was found doubled up and thrust into the largest of the safes,

Where it would not have been discovered until Monday morning,

Had it not been for the prompt action of Sergeant Tewson.

There could be no doubt that Beddington had obtained entrance by pretending that he had left something behind him,

And having murdered the watchman,

Rapidly rifled the large safe and then made off with his booty.

His brother,

Who usually works with him,

Has not appeared in this job,

As far as can at present be ascertained,

Although the police are making energetic inquiries as to his whereabouts.

Well,

We may save the police some little trouble in that direction,

Said Holmes,

Glancing at the haggard figure huddled up by the window.

Human nature is a strange mixture,

Watson.

You see that even a villain and a murderer can inspire such affection that his brother turns to suicide when he learns that his neck is forfeited.

However,

We have no choice as to our action.

The doctor and I will remain on guard,

Mr.

Pycroft,

If you will have the kindness to step out for the police.