He　spoke　grimly；　for　the　thing　had　hit　him。　It　is　impossible　to　describe　the　effect　produced　on　the　mind　by　that　quiet　and　sunny　garden　scene；　the　frame　for　a　stunning　and　brutal　personality。　The　evening　air　was　still；　and　the　grass　was　golden　in　the　place　where　the　little　flowers　he　studied　cried　to　heaven　for　his　blood。
  〃You　know　I　must　not　turn　round；〃　said　the　lady；　〃every　afternoon　till　the　stroke　of　six　I　must　keep　my　face　turned　to　the　street。〃
  Some　queer　and　unusual　inspiration　made　the　prosaic　soldier　resolute　to　accept　these　outrageous　riddles　without　surprise。
  〃It　is　almost　six；〃　he　said；　and　even　as　he　spoke　the　barbaric　copper　clock　upon　the　wall　clanged　the　first　stroke　of　the　hour。　At　the　sixth　the　lady　sprang　up　and　turned　on　the　Major　one　of　the　queerest　and　yet　most　attractive　faces　he　had　ever　seen　in　his　life；　open；　and　yet　tantalising；　the　face　of　an　elf。
  〃That　makes　the　third　year　I　have　waited；〃　she　cried。　〃This　is　an　anniversary。　The　waiting　almost　makes　one　wish　the　frightful　thing　would　happen　once　and　for　all。〃
  And　even　as　she　spoke；　a　sudden　rending　cry　broke　the　stillness。　From　low　down　on　the　pavement　of　the　dim　street　（it　was　already　twilight）　a　voice　cried　out　with　a　raucous　and　merciless　distinctness：
  〃Major　Brown；　Major　Brown；　where　does　the　jackal　dwell？〃
  Brown　was　decisive　and　silent　in　action。　He　strode　to　the　front　door　and　looked　out。　There　was　no　sign　of　life　in　the　blue　gloaming　of　the　street；　where　one　or　two　lamps　were　beginning　to　light　their　lemon　sparks。　On　returning；　he　found　the　lady　in　green　trembling。
  〃It　is　the　end；〃　she　cried；　with　shaking　lips；　〃it　may　be　death　for　both　of　us。　Whenever〃
  But　even　as　she　spoke　her　speech　was　cloven　by　another　hoarse　proclamation　from　the　dark　street；　again　horribly　articulate。
  〃Major　Brown；　Major　Brown；　how　did　the　jackal　die？〃
  Brown　dashed　out　of　the　door　and　down　the　steps；　but　again　he　was　frustrated；　there　was　no　figure　in　sight；　and　the　street　was　far　too　long　and　empty　for　the　shouter　to　have　run　away。　Even　the　rational　Major　was　a　little　shaken　as　he　returned　in　a　certain　time　to　the　drawing…room。　Scarcely　had　he　done　so　than　the　terrific　voice　came：
  〃Major　Brown；　Major　Brown；　where　did〃
  Brown　was　in　the　street　almost　at　a　bound；　and　he　was　in　timein　time　to　see　something　which　at　first　glance　froze　the　blood。　The　cries　appeared　to　come　from　a　decapitated　head　resting　on　the　pavement。
  The　next　moment　the　pale　Major　understood。　It　was　the　head　of　a　man　thrust　through　the　coal…hole　in　the　street。　The　next　moment；　again；　it　had　vanished；　and　Major　Brown　turned　to　the　lady。　〃Where's　your　coal…cellar？〃　he　said；　and　stepped　out　into　the　passage。
  She　looked　at　him　with　wild　grey　eyes。　〃You　will　not　go　down；〃　she　cried；　〃alone；　into　the　dark　hole；　with　that　beast？〃
  〃Is　this　the　way？〃　replied　Brown；　and　descended　the　kitchen　stairs　three　at　a　time。　He　flung　open　the　door　of　a　black　cavity　and　stepped　in；　feeling　in　his　pocket　for　matches。　As　his　right　hand　was　thus　occupied；　a　pair　of　great　slimy　hands　came　out　of　the　darkness；　hands　clearly　belonging　to　a　man　of　gigantic　stature；　and　seized　him　by　the　back　of　the　head。　They　forced　him　down；　down　in　the　suffocating　darkness；　a　brutal　image　of　destiny。　But　the　Major's　head；　though　upside　down；　was　perfectly　clear　and　intellectual。　He　gave　quietly　under　the　pressure　until　he　had　slid　down　almost　to　his　hands　and　knees。　Then　finding　the　knees　of　the　invisible　monster　within　a　foot　of　him；　he　simply　put　out　one　of　his　long；　bony；　and　skilful　hands；　and　gripping　the　leg　by　a　muscle　pulled　it　off　the　ground　and　laid　the　huge　living　man；　with　a　crash；　along　the　floor。　He　strove　to　rise；　but　Brown　was　on　top　like　a　cat。　They　rolled　over　and　over。　Big　as　the　man　was；　he　had　evidently　now　no　desire　but　to　escape；　he　made　sprawls　hither　and　thither　to　get　past　the　Major　to　the　door；　but　that　tenacious　person　had　him　hard　by　the　coat　collar　and　hung　with　the　other　hand　to　a　beam。　At　length　there　came　a　strain　in　holding　back　this　human　bull；　a　strain　under　which　Brown　expected　his　hand　to　rend　and　part　from　the　arm。　But　something　else　rent　and　parted；　and　the　dim　fat　figure　of　the　giant　vanished　out　of　the　cellar；　leaving　the　torn　coat　in　the　Major's　hand；　the　only　fruit　of　his　adventure　and　the　only　clue　to　the　mystery。　For　when　he　went　up　and　out　at　the　front　door；　the　lady；　the　rich　hangings；　and　the　whole　equipment　of　the　house　had　disappeared。　It　had　only　bare　boards　and　whitewashed　walls。
  〃The　lady　was　in　the　conspiracy；　of　course；〃　said　Rupert；　nodding。　Major　Brown　turned　brick　red。　〃I　beg　your　pardon；〃　he　said；　〃I　think　not。〃
  Rupert　raised　his　eyebrows　and　looked　at　him　for　a　moment；　but　said　nothing。　When　next　he　spoke　he　asked：
  〃Was　there　anything　in　the　pockets　of　the　coat？〃
  〃There　was　sevenpence　halfpenny　in　coppers　and　a　threepenny…bit；〃　said　the　Major　carefully；　〃there　was　a　cigarette…holder；　a　piece　of　string；　and　this　letter；〃　and　he　laid　it　on　the　table。　It　ran　as　follows：
  Dear　Mr　Plover；
  I　am　annoyed　to　hear　that　some　delay　has　occurred　in　the　arrangements　re　Major　Brown。　Please　see　that　he　is　attacked　as　per　arrangement　tomorrow　The　coal…cellar；　of　course。
  Yours　faithfully；　P。　G。　Northover。
  Rupert　Grant　was　leaning　forward　listening　with　hawk…like　eyes。　He　cut　in：
  〃Is　it　dated　from　anywhere？〃
  〃Nooh；　yes！〃　replied　Brown；　glancing　upon　the　paper；　〃14　Tanner's　Court；　North〃
  Rupert　sprang　up　and　struck　his　hands　together。
  〃Then　why　are　we　hanging　here？　Let's　get　along。　Basil；　lend　me　your　revolver。〃
  Basil　was　staring　into　the　embers　like　a　man　in　a　trance；　and　it　was　some　time　before　he　answered：
  〃I　don't　think　you'll　need　it。〃
  〃Perhaps　not；〃　said　Rupert；　getting　into　his　fur　coat。　〃One　never　knows。　But　going　down　a　dark　court　to　see　criminals〃
  〃Do　you　think　they　are　criminals？〃　asked　his　brother。
  Rupert　laughed　stoutly。　〃Giving　orders　to　a　subordinate　to　strangle　a　harmless　stranger　in　a　coal…cellar　may　strike　you　as　a　very　blameless　experiment；　but〃
  〃Do　you　think　they　wanted　to　strangle　the　Major？〃　asked　Basil；　in　the　same　distant　and　monotonous　voice。
  〃My　dear　fellow；　you've　been　asleep。　Look　at　the　letter。〃
  〃I　am　looking　at　the　letter；〃　said　the　mad　judge　calmly；　though；　as　a　matter　of　fact；　he　was　looking　at　the　fire。　〃I　don't　think　it's　the　sort　of　letter　one　criminal　would　write　to　another。〃
  〃My　dear　boy；　you　are　glorious；〃　cried　Rupert；　turning　round；　with　laughter　in　his　blue　bright　eyes。　〃Your　methods　amaze　me。　Why；　there　is　the　letter。　It　is　written；　and　it　does　give　orders　for　a　crime。　You　might　as　well　say　that　the　Nelson　Column　was　not　at　all　the　sort　of　thing　that　was　likely　to　be　set　up　in　Trafalgar　Square。〃
  Basil　Grant　shook　all　over　with　a　sort　of　silent　laughter；　but　did　not　otherwise　move。
  〃That's　rather　good；〃　he　said；　〃but；　of　course；　logic　like　that's　not　what　is　really　wanted。　It's　a　question　of　spiritual　atmosphere。　It's　not　a　criminal　letter。〃
  〃It　is。　It's　a　matter　of　fact；〃　cried　the　other　in　an　agony　of　reasonableness。
  〃Facts；〃　murmured　Basil；　like　one　mentioning　some　strange；　far…off　animals；　〃how　facts　obscure　the　truth。　I　may　be　sillyin　fact；　I'm　off　my　headbut　I　never　could　believe　in　that　manwhat's　his　name；　in　those　capital　stories？Sherlock　Holmes。　Every　detail　points　to　something；　certainly；　but　generally　to　the　wrong　thing。　Facts　point　in　all　directions；　it　seems　to　me；　like　the　thousands　of　twigs　on　a　tree。　It's　only　the　life　of　the　tree　that　has　unity　and　goes　uponly　the　green　blood　that　springs；　like　a　fountain；　at　the　stars。〃
  〃But　what　the　deuce　else　can　the　letter　be　but　criminal？〃
  〃We　have　eternity　to　stretch　our　legs　in；〃　replied　the　mystic。　〃It　can　be　an　infinity　of　things。　I　haven't　seen　any　of　themI've　only　seen　the　letter。　I　look　at　that；　and　say　it's　not　criminal。〃
  〃Then　what's　the　origin　of　it？〃
  〃I　haven't　the　vaguest　idea。〃
  〃Then　why　don't　you　accept　the　ordinary　explanation？〃
  Basil　continued　for　a　little　to　glare　at　the　coals；　and　seemed　collecting　his　thoughts　in　a　humble　and　even　painful　way。　Then　he　said：
  〃Suppose　you　went　out　into　the　moonlight。　Suppose　you　passed　through　silent；　silvery　streets　and　squares　until　you　came　into　an　open　and　deserted　space；　set　with　a　few　monuments；　and　you　beheld　one　dressed　as　a　ballet　girl　dancing　in　the　argent　glimmer。　And　suppose　you　looked；　and　saw　it　was　a　man　disguised。　And　suppose　you　looked　again；　and　saw　it　was　Lord　Kitchener。　What　would　you　think？〃
  He　paused　a　moment；　and　went　on：
  〃You　could　not　adopt　the　ordinary　explanation。　The　ordinary　explanation　of　putting　on　singular　clothes　is　that　you　look　nice　in　them；　you　would　not　think　that　Lord　Kitchener　dressed　up　like　a　ballet　girl　out　of　ordinary　personal　vanity。　You　would　think　it　much　more　likely　that　he　inherited　a　dancing　madness　from　a　great　grandmother；　or　had　been　hypnotised　at　a　seance；　or　threatened　by　a　secret　society　with　death　if　he　refused　the　ordeal。　With　Baden…Powell；　say；　it　might　be　a　betbut　not　with　Kitchener。　I　should　know　all　that；　because　in　my　public　days　I　knew　him　quite　well。　So　I　know　that　letter　quite　well；　and　criminals　quite　well。　It's　not　a　criminal's　letter。　It's　all　atmospheres。