第 3 节
作者:使劲儿      更新:2021-02-27 02:44      字数:9322
  absent until afternoon; and that he was himself a newcomer; who
  could give us no information。 Holmes's face showed his
  disappointment and annoyance。
  〃Well; well; we can't expect to have it all our own way; Watson;〃 he
  said; at last。 〃We must come back in the afternoon; if Mr。 Harding
  will not be here until then。 I am; as you have no doubt surmised;
  endeavouring to trace these busts to their source; in order to find if
  there is not something peculiar which may account for their remarkable
  fate。 Let us make for Mr。 Morse Hudson; of the Kennington Road; and
  see if he can throw any light upon the problem。〃
  A drive of an hour brought us to the picture…dealer's establishment。
  He was a small; stout man with a red face and a peppery manner。
  〃Yes; sir。 On my very counter; sir;〃 said he。 〃What we pay rates and
  taxes for I don't know; when any ruffian can come in and break one's
  goods。 Yes; sir; it was I who sold Dr。 Barnicot his two statues。
  Disgraceful; sir! A Nihilist plot… that's what I make it。 No one but
  an anarchist would go about breaking statues。 Red republicans…
  that's what I call 'em。 Who did I get the statues from? I don't see
  what that has to do with it。 Well; if you really want to know; I got
  them from Gelder & Co。; in Church Street; Stepney。 They are a
  well…known house in the trade; and have been this twenty years。 How
  many had I? Three… two and one are three… two of Dr。 Barnicot's; and
  one smashed in broad daylight on my own counter。 Do I know that
  photograph? No; I don't。 Yes; I do; though。 Why; it's Beppo。 He was
  a kind of Italian piece…work man; who made himself useful in the shop。
  He could carve a bit; and gild and frame; and do odd jobs。 The
  fellow left me last week; and I've heard nothing of him since。 No; I
  don't know where he came from nor where he went to。 I had nothing
  against him while he was here。 He was gone two days before the bust
  was smashed。〃
  〃Well; that's all we could reasonably expect from Morse Hudson;〃
  said Holmes; as we emerged from the shop。 We have this Beppo as a
  common factor; both in Kennington and in Kensington; so that is
  worth a ten…mile drive。 Now; Watson; let us make for Gelder & Co。;
  of Stepney; the source and origin of the busts。 I shall be surprised
  if we don't get some help down there。〃
  In rapid succession we passed through the fringe of fashionable
  London; hotel London; theatrical London; literary London; commercial
  London; and; finally; maritime London; till we came to a riverside
  city of a hundred thousand souls; where the tenement houses swelter
  and reek with the outcasts of Europe。 Here; in a broad thorough
  fare; once the abode of wealthy City merchants; we found the sculpture
  works for which we searched。 Outside was a considerable yard full of
  monumental masonry。 Inside was a large room in which fifty workers
  were carving or moulding。 The manager; a big blond German; received us
  civilly and gave a clear answer to all Holmes's questions。 A reference
  to his books showed that hundreds of casts had been taken from a
  marble copy of Devine's head of Napoleon; but that the three which had
  been sent to Morse Hudson a year or so before had been half of a batch
  of six; the other three being sent to Harding Brothers; of Kensington。
  There was no reason why those six should be different from any of
  the other casts。 He could suggest no possible cause why anyone
  should wish to destroy them… in fact; he laughed at the idea。 Their
  wholesale price was six shillings; but the retailer would get twelve
  or more。 The cast was taken in two moulds from each side of the
  face; and then these two profiles of plaster of Paris were joined
  together to make the complete bust。 The work was usually done by
  Italians; in the room we were in。 When finished; the busts were put on
  a table in the passage to dry; and afterwards stored。 That was all
  he could tell us。
  But the production of the photograph had a remarkable effect upon
  the manager。 His face flushed with anger; and his brows knotted over
  his blue Teutonic eyes。
  〃Ah; the rascal!〃 he cried。 〃Yes; indeed; I know him very well。 This
  has always been a respectable establishment; and the only time that we
  have ever had the police in it was over this very fellow。 It was
  more than a year ago now。 He knifed another Italian in the street; and
  then he came to the works with the police on his heels; and he was
  taken here。 Beppo was his name… his second name I never knew。 Serve me
  right for engaging a man with such a face。 But he was a good
  workman… one of the best。〃
  〃What did he get?〃
  〃The man lived and he got off with a year。 I have no doubt he is out
  now; but he has not dared to show his nose here。 We have a cousin of
  his here; and I daresay he could tell you where he is。〃
  〃No; no;〃 cried Holmes; 〃not a word to the cousin… not a word; I beg
  of you。 The matter is very important; and the farther I go with it;
  the more important it seems to grow。 When you referred in your
  ledger to the sale of those casts I observed that the date was June
  3rd of last year。 Could you give me the date when Beppo was arrested?〃
  〃I could tell you roughly by the pay…list;〃 the manager answered。
  〃Yes;〃 he continued; after some turning over of pages; 〃he was paid
  last on May 20th。〃
  〃Thank you;〃 said Holmes。 〃I don't think that I need intrude upon
  your time and patience any more。〃 With a last word of caution that
  he should say nothing as to our researches; we turned our faces
  westward once more。
  The afternoon was far advanced before we were able to snatch a hasty
  luncheon at a restaurant。 A news…bill at the entrance announced
  〃Kensington Outrage。 Murder by a Madman;〃 and the contents of the
  paper showed that Mr。 Horace Harker had got his account into print
  after all。 Two columns were occupied with a highly sensational and
  flowery rendering of the whole incident。 Holmes propped it against the
  cruet…stand and read it while he ate。 Once or twice he chuckled。
  〃This is all right; Watson;〃 said he。 〃Listen to this:
  〃It is satisfactory to know that there can be no difference of
  opinion upon this case; since Mr。 Lestrade; one of the most
  experienced members of the official force; and Mr。 Sherlock Holmes;
  the well…known consulting expert; have each come to the conclusion
  that the grotesque series of incidents; which have ended in so
  tragic a fashion; arise from lunacy rather than from deliberate crime。
  No explanation save mental aberration can cover the facts。
  The Press; Watson; is a most valuable institution; if you only know
  how to use it。 And now; if you have quite finished; we will hark
  back to Kensington and see what the manager of Harding Brothers has to
  say on the matter。〃
  The founder of that great emporium proved to be a brisk; crisp
  little person; very dapper and quick; with a clear head and a ready
  tongue。
  〃Yes; sir; I have already read the account in the evening papers。
  Mr。 Horace Harker is a customer of ours。 We supplied him with the bust
  some months ago。 We ordered three busts of that sort from Gelder &
  Co。; of Stepney。 They are all sold now。 To whom? Oh; I daresay by
  consulting our sales book we could very easily tell you。 Yes; we
  have the entries here。 One to Mr。 Harker you see; and one to Mr。
  Josiah Brown; of Labumum Lodge; Labumum Vale; Chiswick; and one to Mr。
  Sandeford; of Lower Grove Road; Reading。 No; I have never seen this
  face which you show me in the photograph。 You would hardly forget
  it; would you; sir; for I've seldom seen an uglier。 Have we any
  Italians on the staff? Yes; sir; we have several among our
  workpeople and cleaners。 I daresay they might get a peep at that sales
  book if they wanted to。 There is no particular reason for keeping a
  watch upon that book。 Well; well; it's a very strange business; and
  I hope that you will let me know if anything comes of your inquiries。〃
  Holmes had taken several notes during Mr。 Harding's evidence; and
  I could see that he was thoroughly satisfied by the turn which affairs
  were taking。 He made no remark; however; save that; unless we hurried;
  we should be late for our appointment with Lestrade。 Sure enough; when
  we reached Baker Street the detective was already there; and we
  found him pacing up and down in a fever of impatience。 His look of
  importance showed that his day's work had not been in vain。
  〃Well?〃 he asked。 〃What luck; Mr。 Holmes?〃
  〃We have had a very busy day; and not entirely a wasted one;〃 my
  friend explained。 〃We have seen both the retailers and also the
  wholesale manufacturers。 I can trace each of the busts now from the
  beginning。〃
  〃The busts〃 cried Lestrade。 〃Well; well; you have your own
  methods; Mr。 Sherlock Holmes; and it is not for me to say a word
  against them; but I think I have done a better day's work than you。
  I have identified the dead man。〃
  〃You don't say so?〃
  〃And found a cause for the crime。〃
  〃Splendid!〃
  〃We have an inspector who makes a specialty of Saffron Hill and
  the Italian Quarter。 Well; this dead man had some Catholic emblem
  round his neck; and that; along with his colour; made me