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Authors: SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
“And why did he take a cab?” I asked, much interested.
“Well, you see, he had all his plant for making the notes in that bag. If he were to lock himself up in his lodging several hours a day it would soon set people wondering, to say nothing of the chance of eyes at the window or key-hole. Again, you see, if he took a house all on his own hook, without servant nor anyone, it would look queer. So he made up his mind as the best way of working it was to carry it on in a closed cab, and I don’t know that he wasn’t right. He was known to the police however, and that was how they spotted him. Drat that van! It was as near as a touch to my off-wheel.
“Bless you, if I was to tell you all the thieves and burglars, and even murderers, as have been in my growler one time or another, you’d think I’d given the whole Newgate Calendar a lift, though to be sure this young chap as I spoke of was the only one as ever reg’lar set up in business there. There was one though as I reckon to be worse than all the others put together, if he was what I think him to be. It’s often laid heavy on my mind that I didn’t have that chap collared before it was too late, for I might have saved some mischief. It was about ten years ago — I never was a good hand for dates — that I picked up a stout-built sailor-sort of fellow, with a reddish moustache, who wanted to be taken down to the docks. After this chap as I told you of had taken such liberties with the premises I’d had a little bit of a glass slit let in in front here — the same that your little boy’s flattening his nose against at this moment — so as I could prevent any such games in the future, and have an idea, whenever I wished, of what was going on inside. Well, something or another about this sailor fellow made me suspicious of him, and I took a look at what he was after. He was sitting on the seat, sir, with a big lump o’ coal in his lap, and was a looking at it most attentive. Now this seemed to me rather a rum start, so I kept on watching of him, for as you’ll see, my window’s not a very large one, and it’s easier to see through it than to be seen. Well, he pulls a spring or something, and out jumps one of the sides of this bit of coal, and then I saw it was really a hollow box, painted, you see, and made rough so as to look like the other. I couldn’t make head or tail of it anyhow, and indeed I’d pretty near forgot all about it when there came news of the explosion at Bemerhaven, and people began to talk about coal torpedoes. Then I knew as in all probability I’d carried the man who managed the business, and I gave word to the police, but they never could make anything of it. You know what a coal torpedo is, don’t you? Well, you see, a cove insures his ship for more than its value, and then off he goes and makes a box like a bit o’coal, and fills it chock full with dynamite, or some other cowardly stuff of the sort. He drops this box among the other coals on the quay when the vessel is filling her bunkers, and then in course of time box is shoveled on to the furnaces, when of course the whole ship is blown sky high. They say there’s many a good ship gone to the bottom like that.”
“You’ve certainly had some queer experiences,” I said.
“Why bless you!” remarked the driver, “I’ve hardly got fairly started yet, and here we are at the ‘Alexandry.’ I could tell you many another story as strange as these — and true, mind ye, true as Gospel. If ever your missus looks in need of a breath of fresh air you send round for me — Copper Street, number ninety-four — and I’ll give her a turn into the country, and if you’ll come up beside me on the box, I’ll tell you a good deal that may surprise you. But there’s your little lad a hollering to you like mad, and the wife wants to get out, and the other one’s a tapping at the window with a parasol. Take care how you get down, sir! That’s right! Don’t forget number ninety-four! Good-day missus! Good-day, sir!” And the growler rumbled heavily away until I lost sight both of it and of its communicative driver among the crowd of holiday-makers who thronged the road which led to the Palace.
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THE CAPTAIN OF THE “POLE-STAR.”
F. HABAKUK JEPHSON’S STATEMENT.
THE GREAT KEINPLATZ EXPERIMENT.
CYPRIAN OVERBECK WELLS — A LITERARY MOSAIC.
ELIAS B. HOPKINS, THE PARSON OF JACKMAN’S GULCH.
THE GREAT KEINPLATZ EXPERIMENT
ELIAS B. HOPKINS, THE PARSON OF JACKMAN’S GULCH.
BONES. THE APRIL FOOL OF HARVEY’S SLUICE
SELECTING A GHOST. THE GHOSTS OF GORESTHORPE GRANGE
THE PARSON OF JACKMAN’S GULCH.
HOW THE GOVERNOR OF SAINT KITT’S CAME HOME.
THE DEALINGS OF CAPTAIN SHARKEY WITH STEPHEN CRADDOCK
HOW COPLEY BANKS SLEW CAPTAIN SHARKEY
HOW THE BRIGADIER CAME TO THE CASTLE OF GLOOM
HOW THE BRIGADIER SLEW THE BROTHERS OF AJACCIO
HOW THE BRIGADIER HELD THE KING
HOW THE KING HELD THE BRIGADIER
HOW THE BRIGADIER TOOK THE FIELD AGAINST THE MARSHAL MILLEFLEURS
HOW THE BRIGADIER PLAYED FOR A KINGDOM
HOW THE BRIGADIER WON HIS MEDAL
HOW THE BRIGADIER WAS TEMPTED BY THE DEVIL
