coincidence, and not those of peter carey, since he seldom
smoked, and no pipe was found in his cabin. you remember
that i asked whether whisky and brandy were in the cabin.
you said they were. how many landsmen are there who would
drink rum when they could get these other spirits?
yes, i was certain it was a seaman."
"and how did you find him?"
"my dear sir, the problem had become a very simple one.
if it were a seaman, it could only be a seaman who had been
with him on the _sea unicorn_. so far as i could learn he
had sailed in no other ship. i spent three days in wiring
to dundee, and at the end of that time i had ascertained
the names of the crew of the _sea unicorn_ in 1883. when i
found patrick cairns among the harpooners my research was
nearing its end. i argued that the man was probably in
london, and that he would desire to leave the country for a
time. i therefore spent some days in the east-end, devised
an arctic expedition, put forward tempting terms for
harpooners who would serve under captain basil -- and
behold the result!"
"wonderful!" cried hopkins. "wonderful!"
"you must obtain the release of young neligan as soon as
possible," said holmes. "i confess that i think you owe
him some apology. the tin box must be returned to him,
but, of course, the securities which peter carey has sold
are lost for ever. there's the cab, hopkins, and you can
remove your man. if you want me for the trial, my address
and that of watson will be somewhere in norway -- i'll send
particulars later."
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{the adventure of charles augustus milverton, arthur conan doyle}
{source: the strand magazine, 27 (april 1904)}
{etext prepared by roger squires rsquires@nmia.com}
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vii. -- the adventure of charles augustus milverton.
it is years since the incidents of which i speak took
place, and yet it is with diffidence that i allude to them.
for a long time, even with the utmost discretion and
reticence, it would have been impossible to make the facts
public; but now the principal person concerned is beyond
the reach of human law, and with due suppression the story
may be told in such fashion as to injure no one. it
records an absolutely unique experience in the career both
of mr. sherlock holmes and of myself. the reader will
excuse me if i conceal the date or any other fact by which
he might trace the actual occurrence.
we had been out for one of our evening rambles, holmes and
i, and had returned about six o'clock on a cold, frosty
winter's evening. as holmes turned up the lamp the light
fell upon a card on the table. he glanced at it, and then,
with an ejaculation of disgust, threw it on the floor.
i picked it up and read:--
charles augustus milverton,
appledore towers,
agent. hampstead.
"who is he?" i asked.
"the worst man in london," holmes answered, as he sat down
and stretched his legs before the fire. "is anything on
the back of the card?"
i turned it over.
"will call at 6.30 -- c.a.m.," i read.
"hum! he's about due. do you feel a creeping, shrinking
sensation, watson, when you stand before the serpents in
the zoo and see the slithery, gliding, venomous creatures,
with their deadly eyes and wicked, flattened faces? well,
that's how milverton impresses me. i've had to do with
fifty murderers in my career, but the worst of them never
gave me the repulsion which i have for this fellow. and
yet i can't get out of doing business with him -- indeed,
he is here at my invitation."
"but who is he?"
"i'll tell you, watson. he is the king of all the
blackmailers. heaven help the man, and still more the
woman, whose secret and reputation come into the power of
milverton. with a smiling face and a heart of marble he
will squeeze and squeeze until he has drained them dry.
the fellow is a genius in his way, and would have made his
mark in some more savoury trade. his method is as follows:
he allows it to be known that he is prepared to pay very
high sums for letters which compromise people of wealth or
position. he receives these wares not only from
treacherous valets or maids, but frequently from genteel
ruffians who have gained the confidence and affection of
trusting women. he deals with no niggard hand. i happen
to know t
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