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| | Uncanny Valley _ Conan Doyle (14th Feb 23 at 1:57am UTC) | | I didn't tell my wife about these things. Why should I drag her into it? If she were to know, she would have no more quiet moments, and she would be constantly frightened. I think she already knows something, because I sometimes let slip a word or two. But until yesterday, after you gentlemen saw her, she didn't know the truth. She told you everything she knew, and so did Buck, for the night of the crime was too short a time to tell them in detail. Now that she knows these things, I would have been smarter if I had told her earlier. "But that's a problem, my dear." Douglas shook his wife's hand. "Am I doing all right now?" 'Well, gentlemen, before these things happened, I was one day on my way to Tunbridge Wells, and I caught a glimpse of a man in the street. Although it was only a glimpse, I had a keen eye for such things, and I had no doubt who he was. This is the worst of all my enemies-he's been chasing me like a hungry wolf chasing a reindeer all these years. I know the trouble is coming. So I went home and got ready. I think I can handle it myself. There was a time in 1876 when my good fortune was well known in America, and I have no doubt that it is still with me. The next day I was on guard all day, and I didn't go into the garden. It would have been better, or he would have drawn out his truncated musket and shot at me before I could get near him. After the drawbridge was pulled up in the evening, my mood calmed down a lot and I didn't think about it any more. I never expected that he would come into the house to wait for me. But when I made my customary rounds in my nightgown, I saw the danger before I entered the study. I think that when a person's life is in danger — and I have had countless dangers in my life — there is a sixth sense that warns. I saw the signal very clearly, but I couldn't say why. All of a sudden I noticed a pair of boots under the curtain, and I knew exactly what had happened. I had only one candle in my hand, but the door was open and the light of the hall shone in clearly,radio shuttle racking, so I put down the candle and jumped over to grab the hammer on the mantelpiece. Then he jumped in front of me, and I saw a flash of my knife and hit him with a hammer. I hit him because the knife clattered to the ground. He ran around the table as fast as an eel, and after a moment he took his gun out of his clothes. I heard him open the nose, but before he could fire, I grabbed the barrel, and we fought for a minute or so. For him to let go and lose his gun is to lose his life. He didn't drop the gun, but he kept the butt down. Maybe I hit the trigger, or maybe it shook when we grabbed it, but anyway, two barrels of bullets were fired in his face, and I finally saw that it was Ted Baldwin. I recognized him at Tunbridge Wells, and again when he rose to me, industrial racking systems ,pallet rack shelving, but I'm afraid even his mother would not have recognized him, the way I saw him. I was used to being beaten up, but I still felt sick at the sight of his face. I was leaning against the table when Buck came hurriedly. I heard my wife approaching, and hastened to the door to stop her, for this scene must not be seen by a woman. I promised to go to her at once. I said a word or two to Buck, and he understood it at a glance, and we waited for the rest to follow, but we heard nothing. So we expected that they had heard nothing, and that only the three of us knew what had just happened. Then an idea came to me, and I was almost flattered by its brilliance. For the man's sleeves were rolled up, and on his arm a sign of the Society was visible. Look here, please. Douglas rolled up his other sleeve and showed us a brand-a triangle inside a brown circle, just as we saw on the dead man. It was the sight of the sign that inspired me, and I seemed to understand everything in a twinkling. His figure, hair and body shape are exactly the same as my own.
No one can recognize his face any more, poor devil! I took his clothes off, and in a quarter of an hour Buck and I put my nightgown on the dead man, who was lying on the ground as you saw him. We packed all his things into a bundle, weighted it with the only weight we could find at the time, and threw it out of the window. The card he was going to put on my body, I put it next to his own body. I put some of my rings on his finger, but as for the wedding ring, "Douglas said, holding out his muscular hand," you can see for yourself that I'm wearing it very tight. I haven't touched it since I was married, and the only way to get it off is with a file. Anyway, I don't know if I wanted to file it down at the time, but I couldn't have done it even if I wanted to. So I had to let this little thing go. On the other hand, I took a small piece of sticking plaster and put it on the face of the dead man, while I was holding one in that place, Mr. Holmes, which you have neglected. If you, who are so clever, had happened to lift this sticking plaster, you would have found no scar underneath. Okay, that's what happened then. If I can hide for a while and then leave here with my concubine wife, we will have a chance to live in peace for the rest of our lives. These devils will not leave me in peace as long as I live in the world; but if they read of Baldwin's assassination in the newspapers, all my troubles will be over. I didn't have time to explain it to Buck and my wife, but they understood and were perfectly able to help me. I knew the hiding place in the villa,heavy duty rack manufacturers, and so did Ames, but he never thought that the hiding place would have anything to do with it. I hid in that secret room, and Buck did the rest. kingmoreracking.com | |
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