Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, September 2nd, 1893 — John Shaqi
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, September 2nd, 1893Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 105, September 2nd, 1893
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English wit and humor -- Periodicals
I think I have mentioned that the vast intellect of my friend HOLES
took as great a delight in unravelling the petty complexities of some
slight secret as in tracing back to its source the turbid torrent of a
crime that had set all Europe ablaze. Nothing, in fact, was too small
for this great man; he lived only to unravel; his days and nights were
spent in deciphering criminal cryptograms. Many and many a time have I
said to him, "HOLES, you ought to marry, and train up an offspring
of detective marvels. It is a sin to allow such a genius as yours to
remain unreproduced." But he only smiled at me in his calm, impassive,
unmuscular, and unemotional manner, and put me off with some such
phrase as, "I am wedded to my art," or, "Detection is my wife; she
loves, honours, and _obeys_ me--qualities I could never find in a mate
of flesh and blood." I merely mention these trifles in order to give
my readers some further insight into the character of a remarkable
man with whom it was my privilege to be associated on more than one
occasion during those investigations of which the mere account has
astonished innumerable Continents.
During the early Summer of the year before last a matter of scientific
research took me to Cambridge. It will be remembered that at that
time an obscure disease had appeared in London, and had claimed
many victims. Careful study had convinced me that this illness, the
symptoms of which were sudden fear, followed by an inclination to run
away, and ending in complete prostration, were due to the presence in
the blood of what is now known as the Proctor Bacillus, so called
on account of two white patches on its chest, which had all the
appearance of the bands worn by the Proctor during the discharge of
his unpleasant constabulary functions in the streets and purlieus of
University towns. In order to carry on my investigations at the very
fountainhead, as it were, I had accepted a long-standing invitation
from my old friend Colonel the Reverend HENRY BAGNET, who not only
commanded the Cambridge University Volunteers, but was, in addition,
one of the most distinguished scholarly ornaments of the great College
of St. Baldred's.
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