Crellan, shaking it in his face. âThere is a will. I didnât say we hadnât found it yet, did I? There is a will, and here it is in spite of all your diabolical tricks, with your scoundrelly hypnotism and secret holes, and the rest of it! Get out of this place, sir, or Iâll have you thrown out of the window!â
Mr. Mellis shrugged his shoulders with an appearance of perfect indifference. âIf youâve a will appointing you executor itâs all right, I suppose, although I shall take care to hold you responsible for any irregularities. As I donât in the least understand your conduct, unless it is due to drink, Iâll leave you.â And with that he went.
Mr. Crellan boiled with indignation for a minute, and then turning to Holmes, âI say, I hope itâs all right,â he said, âconnecting him with all this queer business?â
âWe shall soon see,â replied Holmes, âif youâll come and look at the pivoted plank.â
They went to the small staircase, and Holmes once again opened the recess. Within lay a blue foolscap envelope, which Holmes picked up. âSee,â he said, âit is torn at the corner. He has been here and opened it. Itâs a fresh envelope, and I left it for him this morning, with the corner gummed down a little so that he would have to tear it in opening. This is what was inside,â Holmes added, and laughed aloud as he drew forth a rather crumpled piece of white paper. âIt was only a childish trick after all,â he concluded, âbut I always liked a small practical joke on occasion.â He held out the crumpled paper, on which was inscribed in large capital letters the single word - âSOLD.â
The Case of the Missing Hand
I think I have recorded in another place Holmesâs frequent aphorism that âthere is nothing in this world that is at all possible that has not happened or is not happening in London.â But there are many strange happenings in this matter-of-fact country and in these matter-of-fact times that occur far enough from London. Fantastic crimes, savage revenges, mediæval superstitions, horrible cruelty, though less in sight, have been no more extinguished by the advent of the nineteenth century than have the ancient races who practiced them in the dark ages. Some of the races have become civilized, and some of the savageries are heard of no more. But there are survivals in both cases. I say these things having in my mind a particular case that came under the personal notice of both Holmes and myself - an affair that brought one up standing with a gasp and a doubt of oneâs era.
My good uncle, the Colonel, was not in the habit of gathering large house parties at his place at Ratherby, partly because the place was not a great one, and partly because the Colonelâs gout was. But there was an excellent bit of shooting for two or three guns, and even when he was unable to leave the house himself, my uncle was always pleased if some good friend were enjoying a good dayâs sport in his territory. As to myself, the good old soul was in a perpetual state of offence because I visited him so seldom, though whenever my scant holidays fell in a convenient time of the year I was never insensible to the attractions of the Ratherby stubble. More than once had I sat by the old gentleman when his foot was exceptionally troublesome, amusing him with accounts of some of the doings of Sherlock Holmes, and more than once had my uncle expressed his desire to meet Holmes himself, and commissioned me with an invitation to be presented to Holmes at the first likely opportunity, for a joint excursion to Ratherby. At length I persuaded Holmes to take a fortnightâs rest, coincident with a little vacation of my own, and we got down to Ratherby within a few days past September the 1 st , and before a gun had been fired at the Colonelâs bit of shooting. The Colonel himself we found
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