Produced by Al Haines. *SOME ADVENTURES *_*of*_* MR. SURELOCK KEYS* *HITHERTO UNRECORDED* by Herbert Beeman SOLD IN AID OF THE ORGAN FUND OF ST. MARY’S CHURCH, KERRISDALE PRICE FIFTY CENTS THE KERRISDALE KRONIKLE OFFICE 1913 *CONTENTS* I. THE ADVENTURE OF THE STEVESTON CAR II. THE ADVENTURE OF THE IRATE HOUSE-HOLDER III. THE ADVENTURE OF TWO AND TWO IV. THE ADVENTURE OF THEOPHILUS BROWN V. THE ADVENTURE OF THE THIRTEEN CABS VI. THE ADVENTURE OF MR. SANTA CLAUS *I.* *THE ADVENTURE OF THE STEVESTON CAR* One evening early in the month of November, 1908, we were sitting in our cosy rooms in Butcher Street. I was busy extending the notes I had made of some of the marvellous doings of the Great Detective, when Keys stretched his long arms towards the gramophone to start the gentleman who was "afraid to go home in the dark," off on another long explanation of his reasons, but I stopped him with a question—even friendship has its limits, you know: "You saw the _Eburne News_ of Saturday last, Keys, I suppose?" I said. "You know nothing ever escapes me, Whenson," he replied. I thought of the Tiger of San Pedro in _Collier’s_ and _The Strand_ recently, but as it would be about as safe to rouse the tiger, I omitted the retort obvious. "You refer to the penetration of the vitrified material by the leaden missile, I presume?" he said. "Yes, the bullet from a .22 through the car window," I replied. "Well, there was one peculiar thing about that case, but after all it was merely a matter of calculation. The shot was fired according to one account at Kerrisdale, and from another between Townsend and Eburne. That is easily accounted for. The shot struck the glass at the first named place, but so fast was the car travelling that it had proceeded two miles before the bullet reached the woodwork on the other side." "Oh!" I said. When I had sufficiently recovered I asked him if he had discovered who fired the shot. "That is a mere vulgar detail, Whenson," he said coldly, as he turned to start the gramophone again. *II.* *THE ADVENTURE OF THE IRATE HOUSE-HOLDER* We were just finishing breakfast when the door was unceremoniously burst open and an obviously excited little man precipitated himself into the room. "You are an optimist, I perceive," said Keys quietly. The little man looked amazed, as well he might, not knowing the powers of the Great Detective as well as I did. "How on earth did you know that?" he ejaculated.