Chapter 7 of the valley of fear by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
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Chapter 7, the solution. Next morning after breakfast.
We found inspector MacDonald and white Mason seated in close
consultation in the small. Parlour of the local police
Sergeant on the table in front of them were piled a number of
letters and telegrams which they were carefully.
Sorting and docketing. Three had been placed on one
side. The still on the track of the
elusive bicyclist Holmes asked cheerfully what is the latest
news of the Ruffian McDonald pointed roof lie to his heap of
Correspondence. He is at present reported from
Leicester, Nottingham Southampton, Darby East, mum,
Richmond, and 14 other places in three of them Eastham Lester and
Liverpool. There is a clear case against
him and he's actually been arrested.
This country seems to be full of the fugitives.
As with yellow coats. Dear me said, Holmes
sympathetically now, mr. Mac, and you missed a white
Mason. I wish to give you a very
Earnest piece of advice. When I went into this case with
you, I bargained as you will, no doubt remember that.
I should not present you with half proved theories, but that I
should retain and work out my own ideas, until I had satisfied
myself that they were correct. For this reason, I am not at the
present moment, telling you all that is in my mind on the other
hand, I said that I would play the game fairly by you and I do
not think it is a fair game to allow you for one unnecessary
moment to waste your energies upon a profitless task.
Therefore, I'm here to advise you this morning and my advice
to you is summed up in three words, abandon the case,
McDonald and white. Mason stared in amazement at
their celebrated colleague. You consider it, hopeless, cried
the inspector. I consider your case to be
hopeless. I do not consider that.
It is hopeless to arrive at the truth, but this cyclist is not
an invention. We have his description, his
valise, his bicycle. The fella must be somewhere.
Why should we not get him? Yes, yes, no doubt he is
somewhere and no doubt we shall get him but I would not have you
waste your energies in East ham or Liverpool.
I am sure that we can find some shorter cut to a result.
You're holding something back, it's hardly fair of you mr.
Holmes, the inspector was annoyed, you know, my methods of
work. Mr. Mac, but I will hold it back
for the shortest time possible. I only wish to verify my details
in one way. Which can very readily be done.
And then I make my bow and return to London leaving my
results entirely At Your Service.
I owe you too much to act otherwise for in all my
experience. I cannot recall any more
singular and interesting study. This is clean Beyond me, mr.
Holmes, we saw you when we returned from Tunbridge Wells
last night and you are in general agreement with our
results, what has happened since then to give you a completely
new idea of the case. Well, since you asked me, I
spent as I told you that I would some hours last night at the
Manor House. Well, what happened?
I can only give you a very general answer to that for the
moment. By the way, I have been reading
a short but clear and interesting account of the old
building purchasable at the modest sum of one penny from the
local tobacconist here. Holmes drew a small tract
embellished with a rude engraving of the ancient
manor-house from his waistcoat pocket.
It immensely adds to the zest of an investigation idea.
Mr. Mack when one is in conscious sympathy with the
historical atmosphere of one's surroundings.
Don't look so impatient for I assure you that even so bald and
account as this raises, some sort of picture of the past.
In one's mind, permit me to give you an example, erected in the
fifth year of the reign of James first and standing upon the
sight of a much older building, the manor house of belston
presents, one of the finest surviving examples of the moated
jacobean residence, You are making fools of us.
Mr. Holmes tuk-tuk mr. Mack, the first sign of temper.
I have detected in you. Well, I won't read it verbatim
since you feel so strongly upon the subject.
But when I tell you that there is some account of the taking of
the place by a parliamentary colonel, in 1644 of the
concealment of Charles, for several days in the course of
the Civil War and finally, of a visit there by the second George
you will admit that there. Our various associations of
Interest connected with this ancient house.
I don't doubt it. Mr. Holmes but that is no
business of ours. Is it not?
Is it not bred to view my dear mr.
Mac is one of the essentials of our profession.
The interplay of ideas and the oblique uses of knowledge are
often of extraordinary interest, you will excuse these.
Remarks from one who though, Amia connoisseur of crime.
Still rather older and perhaps more experienced than yourself.
I'm the first to admit that said, the detective heartily,
you get to your point I admit but you have such a deuced Round
the Corner way of doing it. Well, well, I'll drop the past
history and get down to present-day facts.
I called last night. As I've already said that the
manor house. I did not see either Barker or
mrs. Douglas, I saw no necessity to
disturb them, but I was pleased to hear that the lady was not
visibly pining and that she had partaken of an excellent dinner.
My visit was specially made to the good mr.
Ames with whom, I exchanged some Amy abilities which Which
culminated in his allowing me without reference to any one
else to sit alone for a time in the study.
What with that? I ejaculated.
No, no, everything is now in order you gave mission for that.
Mr. Mack as I'm informed, the room was in its normal State and
in it. I passed an instructive quarter
of an hour. What were you doing?
Well not to make a mystery of so simple and matter.
I was looking for the missing dumbbell.
It is always bolt rather large in my estimate of the case I
ended by finding it. We're there we come to the edge
of the unexplored. Let me go a little further, a
very little further and I will promise that you shall share
everything that I know. Well, what about to take you on
your own terms said, the inspector.
But when it comes to telling us to abandon the case, why in the
name of goodness, should we abandon the case?
For the simple reason? My dear, mr.
Mac, that you have not got the first idea.
What it is that you are investigating.
We are investigating the murder of mr.
John Douglas of Burstyn manner. Yes, yes, so you are but don't
trouble to trace the mysterious gentleman upon the bicycle.
I assure you that it won't help. Then what do you suggest we do?
I will tell you exactly what to do, if you will do it.
Well, I'm bound to see. I've always found you at reason
behind all your queer ways. I'll do what you advise and you
mr. White Mason.
The country detective looked helplessly from one to the other
homes and his methods were new to him.
Well it is good enough for the inspector, it's good enough for
me. He said it last Capital said
Holmes. Well then I should recommend a
nice cheery Country. Walk for both of you, they tell
me that the views from belston Ridge over the Wheeled are very
remarkable. No doubt lunch could be got at
some suitable hostelry though, my ignorance of the The country
prevents me from recommending one in the evening tired, but
happy man. This is getting pasta joke.
Cried, McDonald Rising angrily from his chair.
Well, well, spend the day as you like said, Holmes, patting him
cheerfully upon the shoulder. Do what you like and go where
you will, but meet me here before dusk without fail without
fail mr. Mack That sounds more like
sanity. All of it was excellent advice
but I don't insist so long as you are here when I need you.
But now before we part, I want you to write a note to mr.
Barker. Well I'll dictate it if you like
ready. Dear Sir, it has struck me.
That it is our duty to drain the moat in the hope that we might
find some it's impossible. Sadly.
Ha I've made inquiry tut-tut. My dear sir.
Please do what? I ask you.
We'll go on in the hope that we might find something which may
bear upon our investigation. I have made arrangements and the
workmen will be at work, early tomorrow morning diverting the
stream impossible, diverting the stream.
So I thought it best to explain matters beforehand.
Now, sign that and send It by hand about 4:00 at that hour.
We shall meet again in this room.
Until then we met each do what we like for I can assure you
that this inquiry has come to a definite pause.
Evening was drawing in, when we reassembled, Holmes, was very
serious in his manner myself, curious and the detectives,
obviously critical and annoyed. Well gentlemen said my friend
Gravely, I am asking you now to put everything to the test with
me and you will judge for yourselves.
Whether the observations I have made Justified a conclusions to
which I have come, it is a chilly evening and I do not know
how long our Expedition May last.
So I beg that you will wear your warmest coats.
It is of the first importance that we should be in our places
before it grows dark. So with your permission, we It
started at once. We passed along the outer bounds
of the manor house Park, until we came to a place where there
was a gap in the rails, which fenced it through this we
slipped and then in the Gathering Gloom, we followed
Holmes until we had reached a Shrubbery, which lies nearby
opposite to the main door and the drawbridge the latter, had
not been raised homes. Crouched down behind a screen of
laurels and we all three followed his example.
Well what are we to do now? Us McDonald was some gruffness
possess, our souls in patients and make as little noise as
possible Holmes answered. What are we here for at all?
I really think you might treat us with some more frankness
Holmes laughed, Watson insist that I am the dramatist in real
life said he some touch of the artist Wells up within me and
calls insistently for a well staged performance.
Surely our profession. Mr. Mack would be a drab and
sordid one if we did not sometimes set the scene.
So as to glorify our results, the blunt accusation, the brutal
tap on the shoulder. What can one make of such a
denouement? But the quick inference, the
subtle trap. The clever forecast of coming
events, the triumphant Vindication of bold theories are
these, not the pride, and the justification of our life's
work. At the present moment you thrill
with the glamour of the situation and the anticipation
of the hunt, where would be that thrill?
If I had been as definite as a timetable, I only ask a little
patience mr. Mack and all will be clear to
you. Well, I hope the pride and
justification and the rest of it will come before we all get our
death of cold soda. London detective with comic
resignation We all had good reason to join in the aspiration
for our vigil was a long and bitter.
One, slowly the Shadows darkened over the long somber face of the
old house, a cold damp Reek from the moat Childers to the bones
and set our teeth chattering. There was a single lamp over the
Gateway and a steady glow of light.
In the Fatal study, everything else was dark and still How long
is this, the last, that's the inspector finally.
And what is it? We're waiting for.
I have no more notion in you how long it is to last Holmes
answered with some asperity. If criminals would always
schedule their movements like railway trains it would
certainly be more convenient for all of us as to what it is.
We well, that's what we're watching for.
As he spoke, the bright yellow light in the study was obscured
by somebody passing to and fro before it, The Laurels among
which we lay were immediately opposite the window and not more
than 100 feet from it presently, it was thrown open with a
whining of hinges and we could dimly see the dark outline of a
man's head and shoulders looking out into the Gloom for some
minutes, he peered forth in furtive stealthy fashion as one.
Who wishes to be assured. That his unobserved, then he
leaned forward. And in the intense silence, we
were aware of the soft lapping of agitated water.
He seemed to be stirring up the moat with something, which he
held in his hand. Then suddenly he hauled
something in as a fisherman lands of fish.
Some large round object which obscured the light as it was
dragged through the open casement.
Now cried Holmes. Now we were all upon our feet.
Staggering after him with our stiffened limbs while he ran
swiftly across the bridge and rang violently at the Bell.
There was the rasping of bolts from the other side and the
amazed aims stood in the entrance homes.
Brushed him aside without a word and followed by all of us rushed
into the room which had been occupied by the man whom he had
been watching. The oil lamp on the table
represented, the glow, which we had seen from outside, it was
now in the hands of Cecil Barker who held it towards us, as we
entered, its light Shone upon his strong Resolute clean,
shaved face and his menacing eyes.
What the devil is. The meaning of all this, he
cried, what are you after? Anyhow Holmes, took a swift
glance around and then pounced upon a sudden bundle tied
together with cord, Which lay where it had been thrust under
the writing table. This is what we are after mr.
Barker, this bundle waited with a dumbbell, which you have just
raised from the bottom of the moat.
Bacchus dead at homes with amazement in his face.
How in the thunder. Came you to know anything about
it. He asked simply that I put it
there. You put it there you perhaps I
should have said replaced it there said Holmes, you will
remember inspector MacDonald that I was somewhat struck by
the absence of a dumbbell. I drew your attention to it, but
with the pressure of other events you had hardly the time
to give it the Consideration. Which would have enabled you to
draw deductions from it when water is near and a weight is
missing, it is not a very far-fetched supposition that
something has been sunk in the water.
The idea was at least worth testing.
So with the help of Ames, who admitted me to the room and the
crook of doctor Watson's umbrella, I was able last night
to fish up and inspect this bundle It was of the first
importance however that we should be able to prove who
placed it there. This we accomplished by the very
obvious device of announcing that the moat would be dried
tomorrow. Which had, of course the effect
that whoever had hidden a bundle would most certainly withdraw
it, the moment that Darkness enabled him to do.
So we have no less than four witnesses as to who it was, who
took advantage of the opportunity.
And so, mr. Barker, I think the word lies
now with you. Sherlock Holmes, put the sopping
bundle upon the table beside the lamp and undid the cord, which
bound it from within he extracted a dumbbell which he
tossed down to its fellow in the corner.
Next. He drew forth a pair of boots
American. As you perceive, he remarked
pointing to the toes, then he laid upon the table, a long,
deadly sheathed knife. Finally, he unraveled a bundle
of clothing. NG comprising a complete set of
under clothes socks, a gray, Tweed suit and a short, yellow
Overcoat. The clothes are commonplace
remarked Holmes. Save only the Overcoat, which is
full of suggestive touches. He held it tenderly towards the
light here. As you perceive is the inner
pocket prolonged into the lining in such a fashion as to give
ample space for the truncated fowling-piece.
The Taylor's tab is on the back, Neil Outfitter, vermissa USA.
I've spent an instructive afternoon in the His library and
of enlarge my knowledge by adding the fact that vermissa is
a flourishing little town at the head of one of the best-known
coal and iron valleys in the United States.
I have some recollection. Mr. Barker that you Associated
the cold districts with mr. Douglas his first wife and it
would surely not be too far-fetched and inference that
the v v upon the card by the dead body might stand for
vermissa Valley. Or that this very Valley which
sends forth emissaries of murder maybe that Valley of fear, which
we have heard so much is fairly clear and now, mr.
Barker, I seem to be standing rather in the way of your
explanation. It was a sight to see settled
Barker's expressive face during this exposition of the great
detective anger, amazement consternation and indecision
swept over it. In turn finally, he took refuge
in a somewhat acrid irony. You know, such a lot, mr.
Holmes, perhaps you had better tell us some more.
He sneered. I have no doubt that I could
tell you a great deal more. Mr. Barker.
But it would come with a better Grace from you.
Oh, you think so? Do you?
Well, all I can say is that I've there's any secret here, it's
not my secret and I am not the man to give it away.
Well, if you take that line. Mr. Barker said the inspector
quietly, we must just keep you in sight until we have the
warrant and can hold you. You can do what you damn pleased
about that said Barker defiantly and proceedings seem to have
come to a definite end so far as he was concerned.
For one had only to look at that.
Granite face to realize that no pain fought or do whatever force
him to plead against his will. The deadlock was broken heart.
Over by a woman's voice, mrs. Douglas had been standing
listening at the half-open door and now she entered the room.
You have done enough for now. Cecil said she, whatever comes
with in the future. You have done enough he enough
and more than enough remarked Sherlock Holmes Gravely I have
every sympathy with you madam and should strongly urge you to
have some confidence in the common sense of our
jurisdiction. And to take the police
voluntarily into your complete confidence.
It may be that I am myself at fault for not following up the
hint, which you conveyed to me through my friend, dr.
Watson. But at that time, I had every
reason to believe that you were directly concerned in the crime.
Now I am sure that this is not so at the same time, there is
much that is unexplained and I should strongly recommend that
you ask mr. Douglas to tell us his own
story. Mrs. Douglas gave a cry of
astonishment at homes, his words, the detectives and II
must have echoed it. When we are aware of a man who
seemed to have emerged from the wall, who advanced now from the
Gloom of the corner in which he had appeared, mrs.
Douglas, turned. And in an instant, her arms were
around him Barker had seized his outstretched hand.
It's best this way. Jack, his wife repeated, I'm
sure that it is best. Indeed, yes, mr.
Douglas said Sherlock Holmes. I am sure that you will find it
best. The man stood blinking at us
with the days. Look of one who comes from the
dark into the light. It was a remarkable face.
Bold gray eyes a strong short, clipped grizzled Moustache ask
we're projecting chin and a humorous mouth.
He took a good look at all and then to my amazement, he
Advanced to me and handed me a bundle of paper.
I've heard of you said he in a voice, which was not quite
English and not quite American, but was altogether, mellow, and
pleasing. You are the historian of this
Bunch well, dr. Watson, you've never had such a
story as that pass through your hands before and I'll lay my
last dollar on that. Tell her your own way but there
are the facts and you can't miss the public.
So long as you have those, I've been cooped up two days and I've
spent the daylight hours as much daylight as I could get in that.
Rat trap in putting the thing into words, you're welcome to
them you and your public. There's the story of the valley
of fear. That's the past mr.
Douglas said, Sherlock Holmes quietly, what we desire now is
to hear your story of the present You'll have it.
Sir said, Douglas may I smoke as I talk?
Well, thank you mr. Holmes, you're a smoky yourself
if I remember, right. And you'll guess what it is to
be sitting for two days with tobacco in your pocket and
afraid that the smell give you away.
He leaned against the mantelpiece and sucked at the
cigar which Holmes had handed him.
I've heard of you mr. Holmes I never guessed that.
I would meet you but before you're through with that he
nodded at my papers You will say I brought you something fresh.
Inspector MacDonald had been staring at the newcomer with the
greatest amazement. Well this fairly beats me.
He cried at last, if you are mr. John, Douglas of Bolston Manner
and whose death of we've been investigating for these two days
and where in the world have you sprung from now you seem to come
out of the floor like a jack-in-the-box mr.
Mack said Holmes shaking a reproving forefinger you would
not read that. Excellent.
Local compilation, which described the concealment of
King. Charles people did not hide in
those days without excellent hiding places and the hiding
place that had once been used. May be used again.
I had persuaded myself that we should find mr.
Douglas under this roof and how long have you been playing this
trick Upon Us? Mr. Holmes said the inspector
angrily. How long have you allowed us to
waste ourselves Upon A search that you're new to be an absurd
one? Not one instant, my dear mr.
Mac only last night, did I form my views of the case?
As they could not be put to the proof until this evening.
I invited you and your colleagues to take a holiday for
the day. Pray, what more could I do when
I found the suit of clothes In the moat it at once, became
apparent to me that the body we had found could not have been
the body of mr. John Douglas at all but must be
that of the bicyclist from Tunbridge Wells.
No other conclusion was possible.
Therefore I had to determine where mr.
John Douglas himself could be and the balance of probability
was that with the connivance of his wife and his friend, he was
concealed in a house, which had such conveniences for a
Fugitive, and a waiting quiet a times when he could make his
final Escape. Well, you figured it out about
right, said, Douglas approvingly.
I thought I'd Dodge your British law for hours.
Not sure how I stood under it and also, I saw my chance to
throw these hounds. Once for all off my track mind
you from first to last. I've done nothing to be ashamed
of and nothing that I would not do again, but you judge that for
yourselves. When I tell you my story, never
mind warning me inspector I'm ready to stand Pat upon the
truth. I'm not going to begin at the
beginning. That's all there.
He indicated my bundle of papers and a mighty queer yarn.
You'll find it. It all comes down to this.
But there are some men that have good cause to hate me and would
give their last dollar to know that they had got to me.
So long as I'm alive, and they are alive.
There is no safety in this world.
For me, they hunted me from Chicago to California, then they
chase me out of America. But when I married, and settle
down in this quiet spot, I thought my last years were going
to be Peaceable I never explain to my wife, how things were, why
should I pull her into it? She would never have a quiet
moment again, but would always be imagining trouble.
I fancy, she knew something for. I may have dropped a word here
or a word there, but until yesterday, after you gentlemen,
had seen her, she never knew the rights of the matter.
She told y'all, she knew, and so, did Barker here for, on a
night. When this thing happened, there
was mighty little time for This, she knows everything now and I
would have been a wiser man. If I told her sooner but it was
a hard question. Dear.
He took her hand for an instant in his own and I acted for the
best. Well gentlemen the day before
these happenings hours over in Tunbridge Wells and I got a
glimpse of a man in the street, it was only a glimpse but have a
quick eye for these things and I never doubted who it was.
It was the worst enemy I had among them.
All one who has been after me, like a Hungry Wolf after a
caribou, all these years. I know there was trouble coming
and I came home and made ready for it.
I guess I'd fight through it. All right, on my own, my luck
was a proverb in the state's about 76.
I never doubted that. It would be with me, still house
on my God, all that next day and never went out into the park.
It's as well. Or he'd have had the drop on me
with That book Shotgun of his before ever, I could draw on
him. After the bridge was up, my mind
was always more restful when that bridge was up in the
evenings. I'll put the thing, clear out of
my head. I never dreamed of his getting
into the house and waiting for me, but when I made my round in
my dressing gown, as was my habit, I had no sooner entered
study and I sent a danger. I guess when a man has a dangers
in his life and I've had more than most in my time.
There's a kind of Sixth Sense. The waves, the red flag, I saw
the signal clear enough and yet I couldn't tell you why.
Next instant I spotted a boot under the window curtain and
then I saw why plain enough, I just the one candle.
It was in my hand but there was a good light from the hall, lamp
through the open door, I put down the candle and jumped for a
hammer that I'd left on The Mantel at the same moment.
He sprang at me. I saw the glint of A knife and I
lashed him with the hammer. I got him somewhere for the
knife, tinkled down on the floor.
He dodged around the table as quick as an eel and a moment
later. He'd got his gun from under his
coat. I heard him cock it but I got
hold of it before he could fire. I had it by the barrel and we
wrestle for it all ends up for a minute or more.
It was death to the man that lost his grip.
He never lost his grip but he got it but downward for a moment
too long. Maybe it was either pulled a
trigger, maybe we just jolted it off between us anyhow.
He got both barrels in the face and there.
I was staring down at all. That was left of Ted Baldwin and
recognized him in the township. And again, when he sprang for
me, but his own mother wouldn't recognize him as I saw him then.
I'm used to rough work but I fairly turned sick at the side
of him. How is hanging on the side of
the table? When Barker came hurrying down,
I heard my wife coming and I ran to the door and stopped her.
It was no sight for a woman. I promised I'd come to her soon.
I said a word or two to Barker, he took it all in at a glance
and we waited for the rest to come along but there was no sign
of them. Then we understood that they
could hear nothing and that all it had happened was known only
to ourselves. It was at that instant.
That the idea came to me. I was fairly dazzled by the
Brilliance of it. The man's sleeve had slipped up
when there was the Branded Mark of the lodge upon his forearm.
See here the man whom he had known as Douglas turned up his
own coat and cuff to show a brown triangle within a circle.
Exactly like that, which we'd seen upon the dead man.
It was a side of that, which started me on it.
I seem to see it all clear at a glance.
There were his height and hair and figure about the same as my
own. No one could swear to his face.
Poor devil. I brought down this suit of
clothes and in a quarter of an hour Barker and I had to put my
dressing gown on him and he lay as you found him.
We tied all things into a bundle and I waited them with the only
weight I could find and put them through the window, the card had
meant to lay upon my body was lying beside his own.
My rings were put on his finger when it came to the wedding
ring. He held out his muscular hand,
you can see for yourselves that I've struck the limit, I have
not moved it since the day I was married and it would have taken
a file to get it off. I don't know any how that I
should have cared to part with it, but if I'd wanted to, I
couldn't so we just had to leave that detail to take care of
itself. On the other hand, I brought a
bit of plaster down and put it where I'm wearing one myself at
this. It's instant you slipped up
there, mr. Holmes, clever.
As you are for a few, a chance to take off that plaster.
You'd have found no cut underneath it.
Well, that was a situation if I could lie, low, for a while and
then get away where I could be joined by my Widow, we should
have a chance at last of living in peace for the rest of our
lives. These Devils would give me no
rest so long as I was above ground, but if they saw in the
papers at Baldwin had got his man, it would be an end of all
my troubles. I have much time to make it all
clear to Barker and to my wife but they understood enough to be
able to help me. I knew all about this hiding
place. So did any names?
But it never entered his head to connect it with the matter.
I retired into it and it was up to Barker to do the rest, I
guess you can fill in for your cells.
What he did, he opened the window and made the mark on the
sill to give an idea of how the murderer escaped.
It was a tall order that but as the bridge was up, there was no
other way. Then when everything was fixed,
he rang the bell for all he was worth, what happened afterward,
you know. And so gentlemen, you can do
what you please but I've told you the truth and the whole
truth. So help me God.
What I ask you now is, how do I stand by the English law?
There was a silence which was broken by Sherlock Holmes.
The English law is in the main adjust law, you'll get no worse
than your desserts from that mr. Douglas but I would ask you how
did this man know that you lived here or how to get into your
house or where to hide to get you?
I know nothing of this Holmes's face was very white and Grave.
The story is not over yet. I fear said he, you may find
worst dangers than the English law or even than your enemies
from Erica, I see trouble before you, mr.
Douglas, you'll take my advice and still be on your guard and
now my long-suffering readers. I'll ask you to come away with
me for a Time far from the Sussex Manor House of belston
and far also from the year of grace in which we made our
eventful Journey which ended with the strange story of the
man who had been known as John Douglas.
I wish you to Journey back some 20 years in time and towards
some thousands of miles in space that I may lay before you a
singular and terrible narrative. So singular and so terrible that
you may find it hard to believe that even as I tell it even so
did it occur? Do not think that I intrude one
story before another is finished.
As you read on, you will find that this is not so and when I
have detailed Those Distant events and you have solved this
mystery of the past, We shall meet once more in those rooms on
Baker Street, where this like so many other wonderful happenings
will find its end. End of chapter 7 and part 1 of
the valley of fear.