OUR prisoner's furious resistance did not apparently indicate any ferocity in
his disposition towards ourselves, for on finding himself powerless, he smiled
in an affable manner, and expressed his hopes that he had not hurt any of us in
the scuffle. "I guess you're going to take me to the police-station," he
remarked to Sherlock Holmes. "My cab's at the door. If you'll loose my legs I'll
walk down to it. I'm not so light to lift as I used to be."
Gregson and Lestrade exchanged glances as if they thought this proposition
rather a bold one; but Holmes at once took the prisoner at his word, and
loosened the towel which we had bound round his ancles. {23} He rose and
stretched his legs, as though to assure himself that they were free once more. I
remember that I thought to myself, as I eyed him, that I had seldom seen a more
powerfully built man; and his dark sunburned face bore an expression of
determination and energy which was as formidable as his personal strength.
"If there's a vacant place for a chief of the police, I reckon you are the
man for it," he said, gazing with undisguised admiration at my fellow-lodger.
"The way you kept on my trail was a caution."
"You had better come with me," said Holmes to the two detectives.
"I can drive you," said Lestrade.
"Good! and Gregson can come inside with me. You too, Doctor, you have taken
an interest in the case and may as well stick to us."
I assented gladly, and we all descended together. Our prisoner made no
attempt at escape, but stepped calmly into the cab which had been his, and we
followed him. Lestrade mounted the box, whipped up the horse, and brought us in
a very short time to our destination. We were ushered into a small chamber where
a police Inspector noted down our prisoner's name and the names of the men with
whose murder he had been charged. The official was a white-faced unemotional
man, who went through his duties in a dull mechanical way. "The prisoner will be
put before the magistrates in the course of the week," he said; "in the mean
time, Mr. Jefferson Hope, have you anything that you wish to say? I must warn
you that your words will be taken down, and may be used against you."
"I've got a good deal to say," our prisoner said slowly. "I want to tell you
gentlemen all about it."
"Hadn't you better reserve that for your trial?" asked the Inspector.
"I may never be tried," he answered. "You needn't look startled. It isn't
suicide I am thinking of. Are you a Doctor?" He turned his fierce dark eyes upon
me as he asked this last question.
"Yes; I am," I answered.
"Then put your hand here," he said, with a smile, motioning with his manacled
wrists towards his chest.
I did so; and became at once conscious of an extraordinary throbbing and
commotion which was going on inside. The walls of his chest seemed to thrill and
quiver as a frail building would do inside when some powerful engine was at
work. In the silence of the room I could hear a dull humming and buzzing noise
which proceeded from the same source.
"Why," I cried, "you have an aortic aneurism!"
"That's what they call it," he said, placidly. "I went to a Doctor last week
about it, and he told me that it is bound to burst before many days passed. It
has been getting worse for years. I got it from over-exposure and under-feeding
among the Salt Lake Mountains. I've done my work now, and I don't care how soon
I go, but I should like to leave some account of the business behind me. I don't
want to be remembered as a common cut-throat."
The Inspector and the two detectives had a hurried discussion as to the
advisability of allowing him to tell his story.
"Do you consider, Doctor, that there is immediate danger?" the former asked,
{24}
"Most certainly there is," I answered.
"In that case it is clearly our duty, in the interests of justice, to take
his statement," said the Inspector. "You are at liberty, sir, to give your
account, which I again warn you will be taken down."
"I'll sit down, with your leave," the prisoner said, suiting the action to
the word. "This aneurism of mine makes me easily tired, and the tussle we had
half an hour ago has not mended matters. I'm on the brink of the grave, and I am
not likely to lie to you. Every word I say is the absolute truth, and how you
use it is a matter of no consequence to me."
With these words, Jefferson Hope leaned back in his chair and began the
following remarkable statement. He spoke in a calm and methodical manner, as
though the events which he narrated were commonplace enough. I can vouch for the
accuracy of the subjoined account, for I have had access to Lestrade's
note-book, in which the prisoner's words were taken down exactly as they were
uttered.
"It don't much matter to you why I hated these men," he said; "it's enough
that they were guilty of the death of two human beings -- a father and a
daughter -- and that they had, therefore, forfeited their own lives. After the
lapse of time that has passed since their crime, it was impossible for me to
secure a conviction against them in any court. I knew of their guilt though, and
I determined that I should be judge, jury, and executioner all rolled into one.
You'd have done the same, if you have any manhood in you, if you had been in my
place.
"That girl that I spoke of was to have married me twenty years ago. She was
forced into marrying that same Drebber, and broke her heart over it. I took the
marriage ring from her dead finger, and I vowed that his dying eyes should rest
upon that very ring, and that his last thoughts should be of the crime for which
he was punished. I have carried it about with me, and have followed him and his
accomplice over two continents until I caught them. They thought to tire me out,
but they could not do it. If I die to-morrow, as is likely enough, I die knowing
that my work in this world is done, and well done. They have perished, and by my
hand. There is nothing left for me to hope for, or to desire.
"They were rich and I was poor, so that it was no easy matter for me to
follow them. When I got to London my pocket was about empty, and I found that I
must turn my hand to something for my living. Driving and riding are as natural
to me as walking, so I applied at a cabowner's office, and soon got employment.
I was to bring a certain sum a week to the owner, and whatever was over that I
might keep for myself. There was seldom much over, but I managed to scrape along
somehow. The hardest job was to learn my way about, for I reckon that of all the
mazes that ever were contrived, this city is the most confusing. I had a map
beside me though, and when once I had spotted the principal hotels and stations,
I got on pretty well.
"It was some time before I found out where my two gentlemen were living; but
I inquired and inquired until at last I dropped across them. They were at a
boarding-house at Camberwell, over on the other side of the river. When once I
found them out I knew that I had them at my mercy. I had grown my beard, and
there was no chance of their recognizing me. I would dog them and follow them
until I saw my opportunity. I was determined that they should not escape me
again.
"They were very near doing it for all that. Go where they would about London,
I was always at their heels. Sometimes I followed them on my cab, and sometimes
on foot, but the former was the best, for then they could not get away from me.
It was only early in the morning or late at night that I could earn anything, so
that I began to get behind hand with my employer. I did not mind that, however,
as long as I could lay my hand upon the men I wanted.
"They were very cunning, though. They must have thought that there was some
chance of their being followed, for they would never go out alone, and never
after nightfall. During two weeks I drove behind them every day, and never once
saw them separate. Drebber himself was drunk half the time, but Stangerson was
not to be caught napping. I watched them late and early, but never saw the ghost
of a chance; but I was not discouraged, for something told me that the hour had
almost come. My only fear was that this thing in my chest might burst a little
too soon and leave my work undone.
"At last, one evening I was driving up and down Torquay Terrace, as the
street was called in which they boarded, when I saw a cab drive up to their
door. Presently some luggage was brought out, and after a time Drebber and
Stangerson followed it, and drove off. I whipped up my horse and kept within
sight of them, feeling very ill at ease, for I feared that they were going to
shift their quarters. At Euston Station they got out, and I left a boy to hold
my horse, and followed them on to the platform. I heard them ask for the
Liverpool train, and the guard answer that one had just gone and there would not
be another for some hours. Stangerson seemed to be put out at that, but Drebber
was rather pleased than otherwise. I got so close to them in the bustle that I
could hear every word that passed between them. Drebber said that he had a
little business of his own to do, and that if the other would wait for him he
would soon rejoin him. His companion remonstrated with him, and reminded him
that they had resolved to stick together. Drebber answered that the matter was a
delicate one, and that he must go alone. I could not catch what Stangerson said
to that, but the other burst out swearing, and reminded him that he was nothing
more than his paid servant, and that he must not presume to dictate to him. On
that the Secretary gave it up as a bad job, and simply bargained with him that
if he missed the last train he should rejoin him at Halliday's Private Hotel; to
which Drebber answered that he would be back on the platform before eleven, and
made his way out of the station.
"The moment for which I had waited so long had at last come. I had my enemies
within my power. Together they could protect each other, but singly they were at
my mercy. I did not act, however, with undue precipitation. My plans were
already formed. There is no satisfaction in vengeance unless the offender has
time to realize who it is that strikes him, and why retribution has come upon
him. I had my plans arranged by which I should have the opportunity of making
the man who had wronged me understand that his old sin had found him out. It
chanced that some days before a gentleman who had been engaged in looking over
some houses in the Brixton Road had dropped the key of one of them in my
carriage. It was claimed that same evening, and returned; but in the interval I
had taken a moulding of it, and had a duplicate constructed. By means of this I
had access to at least one spot in this great city where I could rely upon being
free from interruption. How to get Drebber to that house was the difficult
problem which I had now to solve.
"He walked down the road and went into one or two liquor shops, staying for
nearly half-an-hour in the last of them. When he came out he staggered in his
walk, and was evidently pretty well on. There was a hansom just in front of me,
and he hailed it. I followed it so close that the nose of my horse was within a
yard of his driver the whole way. We rattled across Waterloo Bridge and through
miles of streets, until, to my astonishment, we found ourselves back in the
Terrace in which he had boarded. I could not imagine what his intention was in
returning there; but I went on and pulled up my cab a hundred yards or so from
the house. He entered it, and his hansom drove away. Give me a glass of water,
if you please. My mouth gets dry with the talking."
I handed him the glass, and he drank it down.
"That's better," he said. "Well, I waited for a quarter of an hour, or more,
when suddenly there came a noise like people struggling inside the house. Next
moment the door was flung open and two men appeared, one of whom was Drebber,
and the other was a young chap whom I had never seen before. This fellow had
Drebber by the collar, and when they came to the head of the steps he gave him a
shove and a kick which sent him half across the road. `You hound,' he cried,
shaking his stick at him; `I'll teach you to insult an honest girl!' He was so
hot that I think he would have thrashed Drebber with his cudgel, only that the
cur staggered away down the road as fast as his legs would carry him. He ran as
far as the corner, and then, seeing my cab, he hailed me and jumped in. `Drive
me to Halliday's Private Hotel,' said he.
"When I had him fairly inside my cab, my heart jumped so with joy that I
feared lest at this last moment my aneurism might go wrong. I drove along
slowly, weighing in my own mind what it was best to do. I might take him right
out into the country, and there in some deserted lane have my last interview
with him. I had almost decided upon this, when he solved the problem for me. The
craze for drink had seized him again, and he ordered me to pull up outside a gin
palace. He went in, leaving word that I should wait for him. There he remained
until closing time, and when he came out he was so far gone that I knew the game
was in my own hands.
"Don't imagine that I intended to kill him in cold blood. It would only have
been rigid justice if I had done so, but I could not bring myself to do it. I
had long determined that he should have a show for his life if he chose to take
advantage of it. Among the many billets which I have filled in America during my
wandering life, I was once janitor and sweeper out of the laboratory at York
College. One day the professor was lecturing on poisions, {25} and he showed his
students some alkaloid, as he called it, which he had extracted from some South
American arrow poison, and which was so powerful that the least grain meant
instant death. I spotted the bottle in which this preparation was kept, and when
they were all gone, I helped myself to a little of it. I was a fairly good
dispenser, so I worked this alkaloid into small, soluble pills, and each pill I
put in a box with a similar pill made without the poison. I determined at the
time that when I had my chance, my gentlemen should each have a draw out of one
of these boxes, while I ate the pill that remained. It would be quite as deadly,
and a good deal less noisy than firing across a handkerchief. From that day I
had always my pill boxes about with me, and the time had now come when I was to
use them.
"It was nearer one than twelve, and a wild, bleak night, blowing hard and
raining in torrents. Dismal as it was outside, I was glad within -- so glad that
I could have shouted out from pure exultation. If any of you gentlemen have ever
pined for a thing, and longed for it during twenty long years, and then suddenly
found it within your reach, you would understand my feelings. I lit a cigar, and
puffed at it to steady my nerves, but my hands were trembling, and my temples
throbbing with excitement. As I drove, I could see old John Ferrier and sweet
Lucy looking at me out of the darkness and smiling at me, just as plain as I see
you all in this room. All the way they were ahead of me, one on each side of the
horse until I pulled up at the house in the Brixton Road.
"There was not a soul to be seen, nor a sound to be heard, except the
dripping of the rain. When I looked in at the window, I found Drebber all
huddled together in a drunken sleep. I shook him by the arm, `It's time to get
out,' I said.
"`All right, cabby,' said he.
"I suppose he thought we had come to the hotel that he had mentioned, for he
got out without another word, and followed me down the garden. I had to walk
beside him to keep him steady, for he was still a little top-heavy. When we came
to the door, I opened it, and led him into the front room. I give you my word
that all the way, the father and the daughter were walking in front of us.
"`It's infernally dark,' said he, stamping about.
"`We'll soon have a light,' I said, striking a match and putting it to a wax
candle which I had brought with me. `Now, Enoch Drebber,' I continued, turning
to him, and holding the light to my own face, `who am I?'
"He gazed at me with bleared, drunken eyes for a moment, and then I saw a
horror spring up in them, and convulse his whole features, which showed me that
he knew me. He staggered back with a livid face, and I saw the perspiration
break out upon his brow, while his teeth chattered in his head. At the sight, I
leaned my back against the door and laughed loud and long. I had always known
that vengeance would be sweet, but I had never hoped for the contentment of soul
which now possessed me.
"`You dog!' I said; `I have hunted you from Salt Lake City to St. Petersburg,
and you have always escaped me. Now, at last your wanderings have come to an
end, for either you or I shall never see to-morrow's sun rise.' He shrunk still
further away as I spoke, and I could see on his face that he thought I was mad.
So I was for the time. The pulses in my temples beat like sledge-hammers, and I
believe I would have had a fit of some sort if the blood had not gushed from my
nose and relieved me.
"`What do you think of Lucy Ferrier now?' I cried, locking the door, and
shaking the key in his face. `Punishment has been slow in coming, but it has
overtaken you at last.' I saw his coward lips tremble as I spoke. He would have
begged for his life, but he knew well that it was useless.
"`Would you murder me?' he stammered.
"`There is no murder,' I answered. `Who talks of murdering a mad dog? What
mercy had you upon my poor darling, when you dragged her from her slaughtered
father, and bore her away to your accursed and shameless harem.'
"`It was not I who killed her father,' he cried.
"`But it was you who broke her innocent heart,' I shrieked, thrusting the box
before him. `Let the high God judge between us. Choose and eat. There is death
in one and life in the other. I shall take what you leave. Let us see if there
is justice upon the earth, or if we are ruled by chance.'
"He cowered away with wild cries and prayers for mercy, but I drew my knife
and held it to his throat until he had obeyed me. Then I swallowed the other,
and we stood facing one another in silence for a minute or more, waiting to see
which was to live and which was to die. Shall I ever forget the look which came
over his face when the first warning pangs told him that the poison was in his
system? I laughed as I saw it, and held Lucy's marriage ring in front of his
eyes. It was but for a moment, for the action of the alkaloid is rapid. A spasm
of pain contorted his features; he threw his hands out in front of him,
staggered, and then, with a hoarse cry, fell heavily upon the floor. I turned
him over with my foot, and placed my hand upon his heart. There was no movement.
He was dead!
"The blood had been streaming from my nose, but I had taken no notice of it.
I don't know what it was that put it into my head to write upon the wall with
it. Perhaps it was some mischievous idea of setting the police upon a wrong
track, for I felt light-hearted and cheerful. I remembered a German being found
in New York with RACHE written up above him, and it was argued at the time in
the newspapers that the secret societies must have done it. I guessed that what
puzzled the New Yorkers would puzzle the Londoners, so I dipped my finger in my
own blood and printed it on a convenient place on the wall. Then I walked down
to my cab and found that there was nobody about, and that the night was still
very wild. I had driven some distance when I put my hand into the pocket in
which I usually kept Lucy's ring, and found that it was not there. I was
thunderstruck at this, for it was the only memento that I had of her. Thinking
that I might have dropped it when I stooped over Drebber's body, I drove back,
and leaving my cab in a side street, I went boldly up to the house -- for I was
ready to dare anything rather than lose the ring. When I arrived there, I walked
right into the arms of a police-officer who was coming out, and only managed to
disarm his suspicions by pretending to be hopelessly drunk.
"That was how Enoch Drebber came to his end. All I had to do then was to do
as much for Stangerson, and so pay off John Ferrier's debt. I knew that he was
staying at Halliday's Private Hotel, and I hung about all day, but he never came
out. {26} fancy that he suspected something when Drebber failed to put in an
appearance. He was cunning, was Stangerson, and always on his guard. If he
thought he could keep me off by staying indoors he was very much mistaken. I
soon found out which was the window of his bedroom, and early next morning I
took advantage of some ladders which were lying in the lane behind the hotel,
and so made my way into his room in the grey of the dawn. I woke him up and told
him that the hour had come when he was to answer for the life he had taken so
long before. I described Drebber's death to him, and I gave him the same choice
of the poisoned pills. Instead of grasping at the chance of safety which that
offered him, he sprang from his bed and flew at my throat. In self-defence I
stabbed him to the heart. It would have been the same in any case, for
Providence would never have allowed his guilty hand to pick out anything but the
poison.
"I have little more to say, and it's as well, for I am about done up. I went
on cabbing it for a day or so, intending to keep at it until I could save enough
to take me back to America. I was standing in the yard when a ragged youngster
asked if there was a cabby there called Jefferson Hope, and said that his cab
was wanted by a gentleman at 221B, Baker Street. I went round, suspecting no
harm, and the next thing I knew, this young man here had the bracelets on my
wrists, and as neatly snackled {27} as ever I saw in my life. That's the whole
of my story, gentlemen. You may consider me to be a murderer; but I hold that I
am just as much an officer of justice as you are."
So thrilling had the man's narrative been, and his manner was so impressive
that we had sat silent and absorbed. Even the professional detectives, _blase_
{28} as they were in every detail of crime, appeared to be keenly interested in
the man's story. When he finished we sat for some minutes in a stillness which
was only broken by the scratching of Lestrade's pencil as he gave the finishing
touches to his shorthand account.
"There is only one point on which I should like a little more information,"
Sherlock Holmes said at last. "Who was your accomplice who came for the ring
which I advertised?"
The prisoner winked at my friend jocosely. "I can tell my own secrets," he
said, "but I don't get other people into trouble. I saw your advertisement, and
I thought it might be a plant, or it might be the ring which I wanted. My friend
volunteered to go and see. I think you'll own he did it smartly."
"Not a doubt of that," said Holmes heartily.
"Now, gentlemen," the Inspector remarked gravely, "the forms of the law must
be complied with. On Thursday the prisoner will be brought before the
magistrates, and your attendance will be required. Until then I will be
responsible for him." He rang the bell as he spoke, and Jefferson Hope was led
off by a couple of warders, while my friend and I made our way out of the
Station and took a cab back to Baker Street.
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