to the letter itself?"
I too tossed my cigar butt into the flames.
"Fires have the look of Hell, do you think, Watson? Is Hell cheerful after all, for the malign ones cast down there?"
"You seem depressed. And you spoke to her as if the case might be beyond you."
"Did I, old man? Well, there must be one or two matches I lose. I am not, as I said, infallible."
Leaving me amazed, he vacated the room, and soon after I followed him. In my well-appointed bedchamber, I fell into a restless sleep, and woke with first light, uneasy and perplexed.
5
I now acknowledged that Holmes was keeping back from me several elements of the puzzle he was grappling with. This was not the first occasion when he had done so, nor would it be the last. Though I felt the exclusion sharply, I knew he would have reasons for it, which seemed wise to him, at least.
However, I checked my revolver before breakfast. Going downstairs, I found I would eat my toast and drink my coffee alone. Miss Caston, as yesterday, was above, and Holmes had gone off, Vine grudgingly told me, on his own errands.
I amused myself as I could, examining the old swords, and finding a distinct lack of newspapers, tried the books in the library. They proved too heavy for my present scope of concentration.
About noon, Holmes returned, shaking the snow off his coat and hat. A blizzard was blowing up, the white flakes whirling, hiding the lawns, trees and fields beyond the windows. We went into the dining room.
"Read this," said Holmes, thrusting a telegram into my hands. I read it. It came from the firm of Samps and Brown, Furriers to the Discerning. A white fox had been purchased through their auspices on 15th October, and delivered to the care of a Mr. Smith.
"But Holmes, this was the very information you relayed last night."
"Just so. It was the information I expected to get today. But the telegram was kept for me at Chislehurst Village."
"Then why—"
"I gambled for once on its being a fact. I dearly wanted to see how Miss Caston would take it."
"It frightened her, Holmes, I have no doubt. What else?"
"Oh, did it frighten her? She kept a cool head."
"She is brave and self-possessed."
"She is a schemer."
He shocked me. I took a moment to find words. "Why on earth do you say so?"
"Watson, I despair of you. A lady's charms can disarm you utterly. And she well knows that, I think."
"She speaks more highly of you," I angrily asserted.
"I am sure that she does, which is also a way of disarming you, my dear fellow. Sit down, and listen to me. No, not there, this chair, I suggest, away from the fire."
I obeyed him. "You believe someone listens in the secret passage behind the wall there?"
"I think it possible. But this is a peculiar business and certainly its heroine has got me into a mode of distrust."
We sat down, and Holmes began to talk: "Miss Caston came to us, Watson, well-versed in all your tales of my work, inaccurate and embellished as they are. She brought with her the legend of the Caston Gall, which legend seems to be real enough, in as much as it exists in Derwent and elsewhere. Four Caston women, widows or spinsters, have apparently died here on one of the five days before Christmas. But the causes of Miss Caston's recent alarm—the writing in the snow, the number on the wall, the warning letter, the white fox—all these things have been achieved, I now suppose, by the lady herself."
"You will tell me how."
"I will. She had easy access to the letters and documents of her aunt, and herself cut out the words, using different implements, and pasting them on a sheet of cheap paper which may be come on almost anywhere. She was impatient, it is true, and used the word 'our' where 'out' eluded her. In her impatience, too, she hired some low person of no imagination to procure the fox and bring it here—Mr. Smith, indeed. Then she herself took cold meat from the larder to lure the animal to a tenancy inside the passageway, where it has since been heard scratching and running about. The door of the kitchen was found—not forced, nor tampered with, I have checked—but unlocked, twice. And if unlocked from the outside, why not from the inside? Again, her impatience perhaps, led her to this casualness. She would have done better to have left