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第64章 The Adventure of the Six Napoleons(2)

Considering how many hundreds of statues of the great Emperor must exist in London, it is too much to suppose such a coincidence as that a promiscuous iconoclast should chance to begin upon three specimens of the same bust.""Well, I thought as you do," said Lestrade."On the other hand, this Morse Hudson is the purveyor of busts in that part of London, and these three were the only ones which had been in his shop for years.So, although, as you say, there are many hundreds of statues in London, it is very probable that these three were the only ones in that district.Therefore, a local fanatic would begin with them.What do you think, Dr.Watson?""There are no limits to the possibilities of monomania,"I answered."There is the condition which the modern French psychologists have called the `idee fixe,' which may be trifling in character, and accompanied by complete sanity in every other way.A man who had read deeply about Napoleon, or who had possibly received some hereditary family injury through the great war, might conceivably form such an `idee fixe' and under its influence be capable of any fantastic outrage.""That won't do, my dear Watson," said Holmes, shaking his head;"for no amount of `idee fixe' would enable your interesting monomaniac to find out where these busts were situated.""Well, how do YOU explain it?"

"I don't attempt to do so.I would only observe that there is a certain method in the gentleman's eccentric proceedings.For example, in Dr.Barnicot's hall, where a sound might arouse the family, the bust was taken outside before being broken, whereas in the surgery, where there was less danger of an alarm, it was smashed where it stood.The affair seems absurdly trifling, and yet I dare call nothing trivial when I reflect that some of my most classic cases have had the least promising commencement.

You will remember, Watson, how the dreadful business of the Abernetty family was first brought to my notice by the depth which the parsley had sunk into the butter upon a hot day.

I can't afford, therefore, to smile at your three broken busts, Lestrade, and I shall be very much obliged to you if you will let me hear of any fresh developments of so singular a chain of events."The development for which my friend had asked came in a quicker and an infinitely more tragic form than he could have imagined.

I was still dressing in my bedroom next morning when there was a tap at the door and Holmes entered, a telegram in his hand.

He read it aloud:--

"Come instantly, 131, Pitt Street, Kensington.-- Lestrade.""What is it, then?" I asked.

"Don't know -- may be anything.But I suspect it is the sequel of the story of the statues.In that case our friend, the image-breaker, has begun operations in another quarter of London.There's coffee on the table, Watson, and I have a cab at the door."In half an hour we had reached Pitt Street, a quiet little backwater just beside one of the briskest currents of London life.No.131 was one of a row, all flat-chested, respectable, and most unromantic dwellings.As we drove up we found the railings in front of the house lined by a curious crowd.

Holmes whistled.

"By George! it's attempted murder at the least.Nothing less will hold the London message-boy.There's a deed of violence indicated in that fellow's round shoulders and outstretched neck.What's this, Watson? The top steps swilled down and the other ones dry.Footsteps enough, anyhow! Well, well, there's Lestrade at the front window, and we shall soon know all about it."The official received us with a very grave face and showed us into a sitting-room, where an exceedingly unkempt and agitated elderly man, clad in a flannel dressing-gown, was pacing up and down.He was introduced to us as the owner of the house --Mr.Horace Harker, of the Central Press Syndicate.

"It's the Napoleon bust business again," said Lestrade.

"You seemed interested last night, Mr.Holmes, so I thought perhaps you would be glad to be present now that the affair has taken a very much graver turn.""What has it turned to, then?"

"To murder.Mr.Harker, will you tell these gentlemen exactly what has occurred?"The man in the dressing-gown turned upon us with a most melancholy face.

"It's an extraordinary thing," said he, "that all my life I have been collecting other people's news, and now that a real piece of news has come my own way I am so confused and bothered that I can't put two words together.If I had come in here as a journalist I should have interviewed myself and had two columns in every evening paper.As it is I am giving away valuable copy by telling my story over and over to a string of different people, and I can make no use of it myself.However, I've heard your name, Mr.Sherlock Holmes, and if you'll only explain this queer business I shall be paid for my trouble in telling you the story."Holmes sat down and listened.

"It all seems to centre round that bust of Napoleon which Ibought for this very room about four months ago.I picked it up cheap from Harding Brothers, two doors from the High Street Station.A great deal of my journalistic work is done at night, and I often write until the early morning.So it was to-day.

I was sitting in my den, which is at the back of the top of the house, about three o'clock, when I was convinced that I heard some sounds downstairs.I listened, but they were not repeated, and I concluded that they came from outside.Then suddenly, about five minutes later, there came a most horrible yell -- the most dreadful sound, Mr.Holmes, that ever I heard.It will ring in my ears as long as I live.I sat frozen with horror for a minute or two.Then I seized the poker and went downstairs.

When I entered this room I found the window wide open, and I at once observed that the bust was gone from the mantelpiece.

Why any burglar should take such a thing passes my understanding, for it was only a plaster cast and of no real value whatever.

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