Detective and mystery stories; Holmes, Sherlock (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Private investigators -- England -- Fiction
“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 consultant 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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