in　sorrow　and　in　suffering。　To　us　there　is　no　fiend　in　hell　like
  Juan　Murillo；　and　no　peace　in　life　while　his　victims　still　cry　for
  vengeance。〃
  〃No　doubt〃　said　Holmes；　〃he　was　as　you　say。　I　have　heard　that　he　was
  atrocious。　But　how　are　you　affected？〃
  〃I　will　tell　you　it　all。　This　villain's　policy　was　to　murder；　on　one
  pretext　or　another；　every　man　who　showed　such　promise　that　he　might　in
  time　come　to　be　a　dangerous　rival。　My　husband…　yes；　my　real　name　is
  Sipora　Victor　Durando…　was　the　San　Pedro　minister　in　London。　He　met　me
  and　married　me　there。　A　nobler　man　never　lived　upon　earth。
  Unhappily；　Murillo　heard　of　his　excellence；　recalled　him　on　some
  pretext；　and　had　him　shot。　With　a　premonition　of　his　fate　he　had
  refused　to　take　me　with　him。　His　estates　were　confiscated；　and　I　was
  left　with　a　pittance　and　a　broken　heart。
  〃Then　came　the　downfall　of　the　tyrant。　He　escaped　as　you　have　just
  described。　But　the　many　whose　lives　he　had　mined；　whose　nearest　and
  dearest　had　suffered　torture　and　death　at　his　hands；　would　not　let　the
  matter　rest。　They　banded　themselves　into　a　society　which　should
  never　be　dissolved　until　the　work　was　done。　It　was　my　part　after　we
  had　discovered　in　the　transformed　Henderson　the　fallen　despot；　to
  attach　myself　to　his　household　and　keep　the　others　in　touch　with　his
  movements。　This　I　was　able　to　do　by　securing　the　position　of　governess
  in　his　family。　He　little　knew　that　the　woman　who　faced　him　at　every
  meal　was　the　woman　whose　husband　he　had　hurried　at　an　hour's　notice
  into　eternity。　I　smiled　on　him；　did　my　duty　to　his　children；　and　bided
  my　time。　An　attempt　was　made　in　Paris　and　failed。　We　zig…zagged
  swiftly　here　and　there　over　Europe　to　throw　off　the　pursuers　and
  finally　returned　to　this　house；　which　he　had　taken　upon　his　first
  arrival　in　England。
  〃But　here　also　the　ministers　of　justice　were　waiting。　Knowing　that
  he　would　return　there；　Garcia；　who　is　the　son　of　the　former　highest
  dignitary　in　San　Pedro；　was　waiting　with　two　trusty　companions　of
  humble　station；　all　three　fired　with　the　same　reasons　for　revenge。
  He　could　do　little　during　the　day；　for　Murillo　took　every　precaution
  and　never　went　out　save　with　his　satellite　Lucas；　or　Lopez　as　he　was
  known　in　the　days　of　his　greatness。　At　night；　however；　he　slept　alone；
  and　the　avenger　might　find　him。　On　a　certain　evening；　which　had　been
  prearranged；　I　sent　my　friend　final　instructions；　for　the　man　was
  forever　on　the　alert　and　continually　changed　his　room。　I　was　to　see
  that　the　doors　were　open　and　the　signal　of　a　green　or　white　light　in　a
  window　which　faced　the　drive　was　to　give　notice　if　all　was　safe　or
  if　the　attempt　had　better　be　postponed。
  〃But　everything　went　wrong　with　us。　In　some　way　I　had　excited　the
  suspicion　of　Lopez；　the　secretary。　He　crept　up　behind　me　and　sprang
  upon　me　just　as　I　had　finished　the　note。　He　and　his　master　dragged
  me　to　my　room　and　held　judgment　upon　me　as　a　convicted　traitress。　Then
  and　there　they　would　have　plunged　their　knives　into　me　could　they　have
  seen　how　to　escape　the　consequences　of　the　deed。　Finally；　after　much
  debate；　they　concluded　that　my　murder　was　too　dangerous。　But　they
  determined　to　get　rid　forever　of　Garcia。　They　had　gagged　me；　and
  Murillo　twisted　my　arm　round　until　I　gave　him　the　address。　I　swear
  that　he　might　have　twisted　it　off　had　I　understood　what　it　would
  mean　to　Garcia。　Lopez　addressed　the　note　which　I　had　written；　scaled
  it　with　his　sleeve…link；　and　sent　it　by　the　hand　of　the　servant
  Jose。　How　they　murdered　him　I　do　not　know；　save　that　it　was
  Murillo's　hand　that　struck　him　down；　for　Lopez　had　remained　to　guard
  me。　I　believe　he　must　have　awaited　among　the　gorse　bushes　through
  which　the　path　winds　and　struck　him　down　as　he　passed。　At　first　they
  were　of　a　mind　to　let　him　enter　the　house　and　kill　him　as　a　detected
  burglar；　but　they　argued　that　if　they　were　mixed　up　in　an　inquiry
  their　own　identity　would　at　once　be　publicly　disclosed　and　they
  would　be　open　to　further　attacks。　With　the　death　of　Garcia；　the
  pursuit　might　cease；　since　such　a　death　might　frighten　others　from　the
  task。
  〃All　would　now　have　been　well　for　them　had　it　not　been　for　my
  knowledge　of　what　they　had　done。　I　have　no　doubt　that　there　were　times
  when　my　life　hung　in　the　balance。　I　was　confined　to　my　room；
  terrorized　by　the　most　horrible　threats；　cruelly　ill…used　to　break
  my　spirit…　see　this　stab　on　my　shoulder　and　the　bruises　from　end　to
  end　of　my　arms…　and　a　gag　was　thrust　into　my　mouth　on　the　one　occasion
  when　I　tried　to　call　from　the　window。　For　five　days　this　cruel
  imprisonment　continued；　with　hardly　enough　food　to　hold　body　and
  soul　together。　This　afternoon　a　good　lunch　was　brought　me；　but　the
  moment　after　I　took　it　I　knew　that　I　had　been　drugged。　In　a　sort　of
  dream　I　remember　being　half…led；　half…carried　to　the　carriage；　in
  the　same　state　I　was　conveyed　to　the　train。　Only　then；　when　the　wheels
  were　almost　moving；　did　I　suddenly　realize　that　my　liberty　lay　in　my
  own　hands。　I　sprang　out；　they　tried　to　drag　me　back；　and　had　it　not
  been　for　the　help　of　this　good　man；　who　led　me　to　the　cab；　I　should
  never　have　broken　away。　Now；　thank　God；　I　am　beyond　their　power
  forever。〃
  We　had　all　listened　intently　to　this　remarkable　statement。　It　was
  Holmes　who　broke　the　silence。
  〃Our　difficulties　are　not　over；〃　he　remarked；　shaking　his　head。　〃Our
  police　work　ends；　but　our　legal　work　begins。〃
  〃Exactly；〃　said　I。　〃A　plausible　lawyer　could　make　it　out　as　an　act
  of　self…defence。　There　may　be　a　hundred　crimes　in　the　background；
  but　it　is　only　on　this　one　that　they　can　be　tried。〃
  〃Come；　come；〃　said　Baynes　cheerily；　〃I　think　better　of　the　law
  than　that。　Self…defence　is　one　thing。　To　entice　a　man　in　cold　blood
  with　the　object　of　murdering　him　is　another；　whatever　danger　you　may
  fear　from　him。　No；　no；　we　shall　all　be　justified　when　we　see　the
  tenants　of　High　Gable　at　the　next　Guildford　Assizes。〃
  It　is　a　matter　of　history；　however；　that　a　little　time　was　still
  to　elapse　before　the　Tiger　of　San　Pedro　should　meet　with　his
  deserts。　Wily　and　bold；　he　and　his　companion　threw　their　pursuer　off
  their　track　by　entering　a　lodging…house　in　Edmonton　Street　and　leaving
  by　the　back…gate　into　Curzon　Square。　From　that　day　they　were　seen　no
  more　in　England。　Some　six　months　afterwards　the　Marquess　of　Montalva
  and　Signor　Rulli；　his　secretary；　were　both　murdered　in　their　rooms
  at　the　Hotel　Escurial　at　Madrid。　The　crime　was　ascribed　to　Nihilism；
  and　the　murderers　were　never　arrested。　Inspector　Baynes　visited　us
  at　Baker　Street　with　a　printed　description　of　the　dark　face　of　the
  secretary；　and　of　the　masterful　features；　the　magnetic　black　eyes；　and
  the　tufted　brows　of　his　master。　We　could　not　doubt　that　justice；　if
  belated；　had　come　at　last。
  〃A　chaotic　case；　my　dear　Watson；〃　said　Holmes　over　an　evening
  pipe。　〃It　will　not　be　possible　for　you　to　present　it　in　that　compact
  form　which　is　dear　to　your　heart。　It　covers　two　continents；　concerns
  two　groups　of　mysterious　persons；　and　is　further　complicated　by　the
  highly　respectable　presence　of　our　friend；　Scott　Eccles；　whose
  inclusion　shows　me　that　the　deceased　Garcia　had　a　scheming　mind　and
  a　well…developed　instinct　of　self…preservation。　It　is　remarkable
  only　for　the　fact　that　amid　a　perfect　jungle　of　possibilities　we；　with
  our　worthy　collaborator；　the　inspector；　have　kept　our　close　hold　on
  the　essentials　and　so　been　guided　along　the　crooked　and　winding
  path。　Is　there　any　point　which　is　not　quite　clear　to　you？〃
  〃The　object　of　the　mulatto　cook's　return？〃
  〃I　think　that　the　strange　creature　in　the　kitchen　may　account　for
  it。　The　man　was　a　primitive　savage　from　the　backwoods　of　San　Pedro；
  and　this　was　his　fetish。　When　his　companion　and　he　had　fled　to　some
  prearranged　retreat…　already　occupied；　no　doubt　by　a　confederate…
  the　companion　had　persuaded　him　to　leave　so　compromising　an　article　of
  furniture。　But　the　mulatto's　heart　was　with　it；　and　he　was　driven　back
  to　it　next　day；　when；　on　reconnoitring　through　the　window；　he　found
  policeman　Walters　in　possession。　He　waited　three　days　longer；　and　then
  his　piety　or　his　superstition　drove　him　to　try　once　more。　Inspector
  Baynes；　who；　with　his　usual　astuteness；　had　minimized　the　incident
  before　me；　had　really　recognized　its　importance　and　had　left　a　trap
  into　which　the　creature　walked。　Any　other　point；　Watson？〃
  〃The　torn　bird；　the　pail　of　blood；　the　charred　bones；　all　the
  mystery　of　that　weird　kitchen？〃
  Holmes　smiled　as　he　turned　up　an　entry　in　his　notebook。
  〃I　spent　a　morning　in　the　British　Museum　reading　up　on　that　and
  other　points。　Here　is　a　quotation　from　Eckermann's　Voodooism　and　the
  Negroid　Religions：
  The　true　voodoo…worshipper　attempts　nothing　of　importance　without
  certain　sacrifices　which　are　intended　to　propitiate　his　unclean
  gods。　In　extreme　cases　these　rites　take　the　form　of　human　sacrifices
  followed　by　cannibalism。　The　more　usual　victims　are　a　white　cock；
  which　is　plucked　in　pieces　alive；　or　a　black　goat；　whose　throat　is　cut
  and　body　burned。
  〃So　you　see　our　savage　friend　was　very　orthodox　in　h