The evening world. Newspaper, April 29, 1905, Page 11

“Price 1 Cent : Including Spectel olor Supplement. ' oo. I2 of the Series. (COPYRIGHT, 1004, BY A, CONAN DOYLE AND COLLIER'S WEEKLY.) (COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY M'OLURE, PHILLIPS & CO.) ——$$_—_, Ghe MYSTERY of %e ABBEY GRANGE CONAN DOYLE. ‘ T was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning toward the end of the winter of '97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. The candle In his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amias, “Come, Wataen; come!” he cried. ‘The game is afoot, Not a word! Ito your clothes and come!” Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the stlont\streets on our way to Charing Cross Sta- tion, The first faint winter's dawn was ‘beginning to appear an we could dimly see the occasional figure of an early Tt was Holmes, workman ar he passed us, blurred and indistinct in the opal- eaceit London reek, heuvy coat, and I was glad to © the same, for the air was most bitter and neither of us had broken our fast. \ It was not until, we had condimed some hot tea at the station and taken our places Holmes nestled jn silence into his ITS SCARE FICTION SUPPLEMENT, NEW YORK, SATURDAY, AP’ (Copyright 1905, by the Prev Publishing Company. we Ys in tho Kentish train that we were sufficiently thawed, he to speak and I to listen, Holmes drew a note from his pocket and read it aloud: Abbey Grange, Marsham, Kent, 3.30 A. M. My Dear Mr. Holmes: I should be very glad of your immediate assistance in what promises to be a most remarkable case, It is something quite in your line. Except for releasing the lady I will see that everything is kept exactly as I have found it, but I beg of you not to lose an instant, as it Is difficult to leave Sir Mustace there. Yours faithfully, STANLAY HOPKINS. “Hopkins has called me in seven times, and on each occasion his summons has been entirely justified,” sald Holmes, “I fancy that every one of his cases has found its way into your collection, and I must admit, Watson, that you have some power ofselection, which atones for much which I deplore in your narratives, Your fatal habit of looking at everything from the’ point of view of a story instead of as a scien- tifle oxercise h series of demonstrations. You slur over work of the utmost finesse and delicacy in ruined: what might have been an instructive and even classical order to dwell upon sensational details which may excite but cannot possibly in- atruct the reader.” Se ead iene aaa Uo 20no Ma Waa uaa tC UWL AMI HEE ONION a Haaa Orne Next Saturday The Last of the Series. “Why do you not write them youreelf?" I sald, with some bitterness, “I will, my dear Watson: I will. At present I am, as you know, fairly busy, but 1 propose to devote my declining years to the composition of a text-book which shall focus the whole art of detection into one volume, Our present research appears to be & caso of murder,” You think this Sir Eustace is dead, then?” ‘TI should say so. Hopkins's writing shows considerable agitation, and he {s not Yes, I gather there has been violence and that the body is lof: A mere suicide would not have caused him to send for me, As an emotional man. for our inspection. to the release of the lady, it would appear that she has teen locked in her room during the tragedy. We are moving in “high life, Watson, crackling paper, ‘B. B,’ monogram, coat-of-arms, picturesque address, I think that friend Hopkins will live up to his reputation and that we shall have an interesting morning. The crime was committed before 12 last night.” “How can you possibly tell?” “By an Inspection of the trains ...4 by reckoning the time, ‘The local police had to be called in; they had to communicate with Scotland ¥ard; Hopkins: had to go