interprets　its　grandeur　to　you。　　He　translates　into　the　language　of
  your　consciousness　beauties　which；　without　him；　you　would　entirely
  miss。　　It　is　this　very　capability　of　seeing　more　in　Nature　than　is
  ever　perceived　by　the　common　throng　that　constitutes　the　especial
  genius　of　the　artist；　and　a　work　that　is　not　aglow　with　its　creator's
  personality　…　personality；　mind　you；　not　coarse　realism　…　can　never
  rank　as　a　masterpiece。　　But；　come；　this　won't　do。　　Why　did　you　want
  to　get　me　astride　my　hobby？〃
  I　thought　it　advisable　to　answer　this　question　by　asking　another；
  so　I　said：　〃But　how　about　Davenport？　　Will　you　go？〃
  〃Yes；〃　he　replied。　　〃Anything　with　a　Cleopatra　to　it　interests　me。
  I'll　go　now　and　see　about　the　tickets；〃　and　he　left　me。
  I　have　related　Maitland's　aesthetic　views　as　expressed　to　me　upon
  this　occasion；　not　because　they　have　any　particular　bearing　upon　the
  mystery　I　am　narrating；　but　because　they　cast　a　strong　side…light
  upon　the　young　man's　character；　and　also　for　the　reason　that　I
  believe　his　personality　to　be　sufficiently　strong　and　unique　to　be
  of　general　interest。
  We　went　that　same　night　to　see　Sardou's　〃Cleopatra。〃　I　asked　Maitland
  how　he　liked　the　piece；　and　the　only　reply　he　vouchsafed　was：　〃I　have
  recently　read　Shakespeare's　treatment　of　the　same　theme。〃=20
  CHAPTER　II
  If　events　spread　themselves　out　fanwise　from　the　past　into　the
  future；　then　must　the　occurrences　of　the　present　exhibit
  convergence　toward　some　historical　burning…point；　…　some　focal
  centre　whereat　the　potential　was　warmed=20into　the　kinetic。
  It　was　nearly　a　week　after　the　events　last　narrated　before　I　saw
  Maitland　again；　and　then　only　by　chance。　　We　happened　to　meet　in　the
  Parker　House；　and；　as　he　had　some　business　pertaining　to　a　case　he
  was　on；　to　transact　at　the　Court　House；　I　walked　up　Beacon　Street
  with　him。　　　There　is　a　book　or　stationery　store；　on　Somerset　Street；
  just　before　you　turn　down　toward　Pemberton　Square。　　As　we　were
  passing　this　store；　Maitland　espied　a　large　photographic　reproduction
  of　some　picture。
  〃Let　us　cross　over　and　see　what　it　is；〃　he　said。　We　did　so。　　It　was
  a　photograph　of　L。　Alma…Tadema's　painting　of　Antony　and　Cleopatra。
  Maitland　started　a　little　as　he　read　the　title；　and　then　said
  lightly：　〃Do　you　suppose；　Doc；　that　woman's　mummy　is　in　existence？
  I　should　like　to　find　it。　　I've　an　idea　she　left　some　hieroglyphic
  message　for　me　on　her　mummy…case；　and　doesn't　propose　to　let　me
  rest　easy　until　I　find　and　translate　it。　　Now；　if　I　believed　in
  transmigration　of　souls　…　do　you　see　any　mark　of　Antony　about　me？
  Say；　though；　just　imagine　the　spirit　of　Marcus　Antonius　in　a　rubber
  apron；　making　an　analysis　of　oleomargarine！　　But　here　we　are；
  good…bye；〃　and　he　left　me　without　awaiting　any　reply。　　He　seemed　to
  me　to　be　in　decidedly　better　spirits　than　formerly；　and　I　was　at
  the　time　at　a　loss　to　account　for　it。　　The　cause　of　his　levity；
  however；　was　soon　explained；　for　that　night；　as　Gwen；　my　sister；　and
  I　were　sitting　cosily　in　the　study　according　to　our　usual　custom；
  Maitland　walked　in；　unannounced。　　He　had　come　now　to　be　a　regular
  visitor；　and　I　invented　not　a　few　subterfuges　to　get　him　to　call
  even　oftener　than　he　otherwise　would；　for　I　perceived　that　his
  coming　gave　pleasure　to　Gwen。　　She　exhibited　less　depression　when
  in　his　presence　than　at　any　other　time。　　I　had　learned　that　hers
  was　one　of　those　deep　natures　in　which　grief　crystallises　slowly；
  but　with　an　unconquerable　persistence。　　Instead　of　her　forgetting
  her　bereavement；　or　the　sense　thereof　waxing　weaker　by　time；　she
  seemed　to　be　drifting　toward　that　ever…present　consciousness　of
  loss　in　which　the　soul　feels　itself　gradually；　but　surely；　sinking
  under　an　insupportable　burden　…　a　burden　so　long　borne；　so　well
  known；　that　the　mind　no　longer　thinks　of　it。　　The　heart　beats
  stolidly　under　its　load；　and　seems　to　forget　the　time　when　it　was
  not　so　oppressed。　　No　one　knows　better　than　we　physicians　the　danger
  of　this　autocracy　of　grief；　and　I　watched　Gwen　with　a　solicitude　at
  times　almost　bordering　on　despair。　　But；　as　I　said　before；　she　always
  seemed　to　show　more　interest　in　affairs　when　Maitland　was　present；
  and；　on　the　night　in　question；　his　abrupt　and　unexpected　entrance
  surprised　her　into　the　betrayal　of　more　pleasure　than　she　would　have
  wished　us　to　note；　and；　indeed；　so　quickly　did　she　conceal　her
  confusion　that　I　was　the　only　one　who　noticed　it。　　Maitland　was　too
  busy　with　the　news　he　brought。
  〃Well；　Miss　Darrow；〃　he　began　at　once；　〃at　last　your　detective　has
  got　a　clue　…　not　much　of　a　one　…　but　still　a　clue。　　I　can　pick　the
  man　for　whom　we　are　looking　from　among　a　million　of　his　fellows　…　if
  I　am　ever　fortunate　enough　to　get　the　chance。〃
  Somebody　has　already　called　attention　to　the　fact　that　women　are
  more　or　less　curious；　and　there　are　well…authenticated　cases　on
  record　where　this　inquisitiveness　has　even　extended　to　things　which
  did　not　immediately　concern　themselves；　so　I　have　little　doubt　I
  shall　be　believed　when　I　say　the　women　folk　were　in　a　fever　of
  expectancy；　and　besought　Maitland　with　an　earnestness　quite
  unnecessary　…　（it　would　have　required　a　great　deal　to　have　prevented
  his　telling　it）　…　to　begin　at　the　beginning；　and　relate　the　whole
  thing。　　He　readily　acceded　to　this　request；　and　began　by　telling
  them　the　experiences　which　I　have　just　narrated。　　It　was；　he　said；
  during　the　last　act　of　Sardou's　〃Cleopatra〃　that　the　idea　had
  suddenly　come　to　him　to　change　the　plan　of　search　from　the　analytical
  to　the　synthetical。
  〃You　see；〃　he　continued；　〃I　had　from　the　first　been　trying　to　find
  the　assassin　without　knowing　the　exact　way　in　which　the　crime　was
  committed。　　I　now　determined　to　ascertain　how；　under　the　same
  circumstances；　I　could　commit　such　a　crime；　and　leave　behind　no
  other　evidences　of　the　deed　than　those　which　are　in　our　possession。
  I　began　to　read　detective　stories；　with　all　the　avidity　of　a　Western
  Union　Telegraph　messenger；　and；　of　course；　read　those　by　Conan　Doyle。
  The　assertion　of　'Sherlock　Holmes'　that　there　is　no　novelty　in　crime；
  that　crimes；　like　history；　repeat　themselves；　and　that　criminals　read
  and　copy　each　other's　methods；　deeply　impressed　me；　and　I　at　once
  said　to　myself：　'If　our　assassin　was　not　original；　whom　did　he　copy？'
  〃It　was　while　reading　'The　Sign　of　the　Four；'　which　I　had　procured
  at　the　Public　Library；　that　I　made　the　first　discovery。　　The　crime
  therein　narrated　had　been　committed　in　such　a　singular　manner　that
  it　at　once　attracted　my　attention。　　The　victim　had　apparently　been
  murdered　without　anyone　having　either　entered　or　left　the　room。　　In
  this　respect　it　was　like　the　problem　we　are　trying　to　solve。　　Might
  not　this　book；　I　said　to　myself；　have　suggested　to　your　father's
  assassin　the　course　he　pursued。　　I　concluded　to　go　to　the　library
  and　ask　for　a　list　of　the　names　of　persons　who　had　taken　out　this
  book　for　a　few　months　prior　to　your　father's　death。　　I　was　fully
  aware　that　the　chance　of　my　learning　anything　in　this　way　was　very
  slight；　In　the　first　place；　I　reasoned　that　it　was　not　especially
  likely　your　father's　murderer　had　read　'The　Sign　of　the　Four；'
  and；　in　the　second　place；　even　if　he　had；　what　assurance　had　I　that
  he　had　read　this　particular　copy　of　it？　　Notwithstanding　this；
  however；　I　felt　impelled　to　give　my　synthetical　theory　a　fair
  experimental　trial。　　I　was　informed　by　the　Library　attendants　that
  the　book　had　been　much　read；　and　given　the　list　of　some　twenty
  names　of　persons　who　had　borrowed　the　book　during　the　time　I　had
  specified。　　With　these　twenty…odd　names　before　me；　I　sat　down　to
  think　what　my　next　step　should　be。　　I　went　carefully　over　this　chain
  of　reasoning　link　by　link。　　'I　wish　to　find　a　certain　murderer；　and
  have　adopted　this　method　in　the　hope　that　it　may　help　me。　　If　I
  derive　any　assistance　at　all　from　it；　it　will　be　because　my　man　has
  read　this　particular　copy　of　this　work；　therefore；　I　may　as　well
  assume　at　the　start　that　among　these　twenty…odd　names　is　that　of
  the　man　I　want。　　Is　there　any　possibility　of　this　crime　having　been
  committed　by　a　woman？'　was　my　next　question；　and　my　answer　was；　'Yes；
  a　possibility；　but　it　is　so　decidedly　improbable　that　I　may　count　it
  out　for　the　time　being。'　　Accordingly；　I　set　aside　all　the　female
  names；　which　cut　my　list　down　to　eighteen。　　Several　of　the　applicants
  had　only　signed　the　initials　of　their　given　names；　and　the　attendant；
  copying　them　from　the　slips；　had　done　likewise；　so　I　was　obliged　to
  go　to　the　registration　clerk　to　determine　this　question　of　sex；　and；
  while　there；　I　also　ascertained　the　age　of　each　applicant　…　that　is；
  of　all　but　two。　　The　registrar　could　give　me　no　information　regarding
  J。　Z。　Weltz；　or　B。　W。　Rizzi。　　When　I　told　him　that　one　of　the　clerks
  had　copied　the　names　for　me　from　application　slips；　he　informed　me
  that　if　I　would　go　back　to　her　I　would　undoubtedly　find　she　had　taken
  the　two　last…mentioned　names　from　the　green　slips　used　in　applying
  for　books　for　hall　use；　as　neither　J。　Z。　Weltz　nor　B。　W。　Rizzi　was　a
  card…holder。
  〃I　decided　to　let　these　two　names　rest　a　while；　and　to　give　my
  attention　to　the　others。　　After　careful　deliberation　I　felt
  reasonably　s