The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Part 29 (2/2)
”'Deceeese at 7s 6d'”
”Quite so There you are And underneath?”
”'Sold to Mr Windigate of the Alpha, at 12s'”
”What have you to say now?”
Sherlock Holn fro aith the air of a ust is too deep for words A few yards off he stopped under a lahed in the hearty, noiseless fashi+on which was peculiar to him
”When you see a man hiskers of that cut and the 'Pink 'un'
protruding out of his pocket, you can always draw him by a bet,”
said he ”I daresay that if I had put 100 pounds down in front of hiiven me such complete inforthe end of our quest, and the only point which reo on to this Mrs Oakshott to-night, or whether we should reserve it for to-morrow It is clear from what that surly fellow said that there are others besides ourselves who are anxious about the matter, and I should--”
His remarks were suddenly cut short by a loud hubbub which broke out fro rounda little rat-faced fellow standing in the centre of the circle of yellow light which was thrown by the swinging lae, the sales his fists fiercely at the cringing figure
”I've had enough of you and your geese,” he shouted ”I wish you were all at the devil together If you co at you You bring Mrs
Oakshott here and I'll answer her, but what have you to do with it? Did I buy the geese off you?”
”No; but one of them was mine all the same,” whined the little man
”Well, then, ask Mrs Oakshott for it”
”She toldof Proosia, for all I care I've had enough of it Get out of this!” He rushed fiercely forward, and the inquirer flitted away into the darkness
”Ha! this may save us a visit to Brixton Road,” whispered Holmes
”Come with me, and ill see what is to be h the scattered knots of people who lounged round the flaring stalls, my companion speedily overtook the littleround, and I could see in the gas-light that every vestige of colour had been driven from his face
”Who are you, then? What do you want?” he asked in a quavering voice
”You will excusethe questions which you put to the salesman just now
I think that I could be of assistance to you”
”You? Who are you? How could you know anything of the matter?”
”My name is Sherlock Holmes It is my business to knohat other people don't know”
”But you can know nothing of this?”
”Excuseto trace soeese which were sold by Mrs Oakshott, of Brixton Road, to a salesate, of the Alpha, and by him to his club, of which Mr
Henry Baker is a member”