My friend the murderer, and other mysteries and adventures — John Shaqi
My friend the murderer, and other mysteries and adventuresDoyle, Arthur Conan
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My friend the murderer, and other mysteries and adventures
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Detective and mystery stories, English
We need not detail that joyful ride to Trafalgar, nor the welcome, nor
the attempt at lynching; nor how Maloney, the arch-criminal, turned
Queen’s evidence, and so writhed away from the gallows. All that may
be read in the colonial press more graphically than I can tell it. My
friend Jack Braxton is an officer now, as his father was before him,
and still in the Trafalgar force. Bill I saw last in ’61, when he came
over to London in charge of the bark of the _Wellingtonia_ for the
International Exhibition. He is laying on flesh, I fear, since he took
to sheep-farming, for he was barely brought up by seventeen stone,
and his fighting weight used to be fourteen; but he looks well and
hearty. Maloney was lynched in Placerville--at least, so I heard. I
had a letter last mail from the old inspector; he has left the police,
and has a farm at Rathurst. I think, stout-hearted as he is, he must
give a little bit of a shudder when he rides down to Trafalgar for the
Thursday market, and comes round that sharp turn of the road where the
bowlders lie, and the furze looks so yellow against the red clay.
THE PARSON OF JACKMAN’S GULCH.
He was known in the Gulch as the Reverend Elias B. Hopkins, but it was
generally understood that the title was an honorary one, extorted by
his many eminent qualities, and not borne out by any legal claim which
he could adduce. “The Parson” was another of his _sobriquets_, which
was sufficiently distinctive in a land where the flock was scattered
and the shepherds few. To do him justice, he never pretended to have
received any preliminary training for the ministry or any orthodox
qualification to practise it. “We’re all working in the claim of the
Lord,” he remarked one day, “and it don’t matter a cent whether we’re
hired for the job or whether we waltzes in on our own account”--a
piece of rough imagery which appealed directly to the instincts
of Jackman’s Gulch. It is quite certain that during the first few
months his presence had a marked effect in diminishing the excessive
use both of strong drinks and of stronger adjectives which had been
characteristic of the little mining settlement. Under his tuition, men
began to understand that the resources of their native language were
less limited than they had supposed, and that it was possible to convey
their impressions with accuracy without the aid of a gaudy halo of
profanity.
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