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The Valley of Fear


 The police trial had passed, in which the case of John Douglas
was referred to a higher court. So had the Quarter Sessions. at
which he was acquitted as having acted in self-defense.
  "Get him out of England at any cost," wrote Holmes to the
wife. "There are forces here which may be more dangerous than
those he has escaped. There is no safety for your husband in
  Two months had gone by, and the case had to some extent
passed from our minds. Then one morning there came an enig-
matic note slipped into our letter box. "Dear me, Mr. Holmes.
Dear me!" said this singular epistle. There was neither super-
scription nor signature. I laughed at the quaint message; but
Holmes showed unwonted seriousness.
  "Deviltry, Watson!" he remarked, and sat long with a clouded
  Late last night Mrs. Hudson, our landlady, brought up a
message that a gentleman wished to see Holmes, and that the
matter was of the utmost importance. Close at the heels of his
messenger came Cecil Barker, our friend of the moated Manor
House. His face was drawn and haggard.
  "I've had bad news -- terrible news, Mr. Holmes," said he.
  "I feared as much," said Holmes.
  "You have not had a cable, have you?"
  "I have had a note from someone who has."
  "It's poor Douglas. They tell me his name is Edwards; but he
will always be Jack Douglas of Benito Canon to me. I told you
that they started together for South Africa in the Palmyra three
weeks ago."
  "Exactly. "
  "The ship reached Cape Town last night. I received this cable
from Mrs. Douglas this morning:

     Jack has been lost overboard in gale off St. Helena. No
   one knows how accident occurred.
                                                 IVY DOUGLAS.

  "Ha! It came like that, did it?" said Holmes thoughtfully.
  "Well, I've no doubt it was well stage-managed."
  "You mean that you think there was no accident?"
  "None in the world."
  "He was murdered?"
  "So I think also. These infernal Scowrers, this cursed vindic-
tive nest of criminals --"
  "No, no, my good sir," said Holmes. "There is a master
hand here. It is no case of sawed-off shotguns and clumsy six-
shooters. You can tell an old master by the sweep of his brush.
I can tell a Moriarty when I see one. This crime is from London,
not from America."
  "But for what motive?"
  "Because it is done by a man who cannot afford to fail, one
whose whole unique position depends upon the fact that all he
does must succeed. A great brain and a huge organization have
been turned to the extinction of one man. It is crushing the nut
with the triphammer -- an absurd extravagance of energy -- but
the nut is very effectually crushed all the same."
  "How came this man to have anything to do with it?"
  "I can only say that the first word that ever came to us of the
business was from one of his lieutenants. These Americans were
well advised. Having an English job to do, they took into
partnership, as any foreign criminal could do, this great consul-
tant in crime. From that moment their man was doomed. At first
he would content himself by using his machinery in order to find
their victim. Then he would indicate how the matter might be
treated. Finally, when he read in the reports of the failure of this
agent, he would step in himself with a master touch. You heard
me warn this man at Birlstone Manor House that the coming
danger was greater than the past. Was I right?"
  Barker beat his head with his clenched fist in his impotent
anger. "Do not tell me that we have to sit down under this? Do
you say that no one can ever get level with this king devil?"
  "No, I don't say that," said Holmes, and his eyes seemed to
be looking far into the future. "I don't say that he can't be beat.
But you must give me time -- you must give me time!"
  We all sat in silence for some minutes while those fateful eyes
still strained to pierce the veil.

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