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  "'You have visited Japan.'

  "'Quite true.'

  "'And you have been most intimately associated with

  some one whose initials were J. A., and whom you

  afterwards were eager to entirely forget.'

  "Mr. Trevor stood slowly up, fixed his large blue eyes

  upon me with a strange wild stare, and then pitched

  forward, with his face among the nutshells which

  strewed the cloth, in a dead faint.

  "You can imagine, Watson, how shocked both his son and

  I were. His attack did not last long, however, for

  when we undid his collar, and sprinkled the water from

  one of the finger-glasses over his face, he gave a

  gasp or two and sat up.

  "'Ah, boys,' said he, forcing a smile, 'I hope I

  haven't frightened you. Strong as I look, there is a

  weak place in my heart, and it does not take much to

  knock me over. I don't know how you manage this, Mr.

  Holmes, but it seems to me that all the detectives of

  fact and of fancy would be children in your hands.

  That's you line of life, sir, and you may take the

  word of a man who has seen something of the world.'

  "And that recommendation, with the exaggerated

  estimate of my ability with which he prefaced it, was,

  if you will believe me, Watson, the very first thing

  which ever made me feel that a profession might be

  made out of what had up to that time been the merest

  hobby. At the moment, however, I was too much

  concerned at the sudden illness of my host to think of

  anything else.

  "'I hope that I have said nothing to pain you?' said

  I.

  "'Well, you certainly touched upon rather a tender

  point. Might I ask how you know, and how much you

  know?' He spoke now in a half-jesting fashion, but a

  look of terror still lurked at the back of his eyes.

  "'It is simplicity itself,' said I. 'When you bared

  your arm to draw that fish into the boat I saw that J.

  A. Had been tattooed in the bend of the elbow. The

  letters were still legible, but it was perfectly clear

  from their blurred appearance, and from the staining

  of the skin round them, that efforts had been made to

  obliterate them. It was obvious, then, that those

  initials had once been very familiar to you, and that

  you had afterwards wished to forget them.'

  "What an eye you have!" he cried, with a sigh of

  relief. 'It is just as you say. But we won't talk of

  it. Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old lovers are

  the worst. Come into the billiard-room and have a

  quiet cigar.'

  "From that day, amid all his cordiality, there was

  always a touch of suspicion in Mr. Trevor's manner

  towards me. Even his son remarked it. 'You've given

  the governor such a turn,' said he, 'that he'll never

  be sure again of what you know and what you don't

  know.' He did not mean to show it, I am sure, but it

  was so strongly in his mind that it peeped out at

  every action. At last I became so convinced that I

  was causing him uneasiness that I drew my visit to a

  close. On the very day, however, before I left, and

  incident occurred which proved in the sequel to be of

  importance.

  "We were sitting out upon the lawn on garden chairs,

  the three of us, basking in the sun and admiring the

  view across the Broads, when a maid came out to say

  that there was a man at the door who wanted to see Mr.

  Trevor.

  "'What is his name?' asked my host.

  "'He would not give any.'

  "'What does he want, then?'

  "'He says that you know him, and that he only wants a

  moment's conversation.'

  "'Show him round here.' An instant afterwards there

  appeared a little wizened fellow with a cringing

  manner and a shambling style of walking. He wore an

  open jacket, with a splotch of tar on the sleeve, a

  red-and-black check shirt, dungaree trousers, and

  heavy boots badly worn. His face was thin and brown

  and crafty, with a perpetual smile upon it, which

  showed an irregular line of yellow teeth, and his

  crinkled hands were half closed in a way that is

  distinctive of sailors. As he came slouching across

  the lawn I heard Mr. Trevor make a sort of hiccoughing

  noise in his throat, and jumping out of his chair, he

  ran into the house. He was back in a moment, and I

  smelt a strong reek of brandy as he passed me.

  "'Well, my man,' said he. 'What can I do for you?'

  "The sailor stood looking at him with puckered eyes,

  and with the same loose-lipped smile upon his face.

  "'You don't know me?' he asked.

  "'Why, dear me, it is surely Hudson,' said Mr. Trevor

  in a tone of surprise.

  "'Hudson it is, sir,' said the seaman. 'Why, it's

  thirty year and more since I saw you last. Here you

  are in your house, and me still picking my salt meat

  out of the harness cask.'

  "'Tut, you will find that I have not forgotten old

  times,' cried Mr. Trevor, and, walking towards the

  sailor, he said something in a low voice. 'Go into

  the kitchen,' he continued out loud, 'and you will get

  food and drink. I have no doubt that I shall find you

  a situation.'

  "'Thank you, sir,' said the seaman, touching his

  fore-lock. 'I'm just off a two-yearer in an

  eight-knot tramp, short-handed at that, and I wants a

  rest. I thought I'd get it either with Mr. Beddoes or

  with you.'

  "'Ah!' cried Trevor. 'You know where Mr. Beddoes is?'

  "'Bless you, sir, I know where all my old friends

  are,' said the fellow with a sinister smile, and he

  slouched off after the maid to the kitchen. Mr.

  Trevor mumbled something to us about having been

  shipmate with the man when he was going back to the

  diggings, and then, leaving us on the lawn, he went

  indoors. An hour later, when we entered the house, we

  found him stretched dead drunk upon the dining-room

  sofa. The whole incident left a most ugly impression

  upon my mind, and I was not sorry next day to leave

  Donnithorpe behind me, for I felt that my presence

  must be a source of embarrassment to my friend.

  "All this occurred during the first month of the long

  vacation. I went up to my London rooms, where I spent

  seven weeks working out a few experiments in organic

  chemistry. On day, however, when the autumn was far

  advanced and the vacation drawing to a close, I

  received a telegram from my friend imploring me to

  return to Donnithorpe, and saying that he was in great

  need of my advice and assistance. Of course I dropped

  everything and set out for the North once more.

  "He met me with the dog-cart at the station, and I saw

  at a glance that the last two months had been very

  trying ones for him. He had grown thin and careworn,

  and had lost the loud, cheery manner for which he had

  been remarkable.

  "'The governor is dying,' were the first words he
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  "'Impossible!' I cried. 'What is the matter?'

  "'Apoplexy. Nervous shock, He's been on the verge

  all day. I doubt if we shall find him alive.'

  "I was, as you may think, Watson, horrified at this

  unexpected news.

  "'What has caused it?' I asked.

  "'Ah, that is the point. Jump in and we can talk it

  over while we drive. You remember that fellow who

  came upon the evening before you left us?'

  "'Perfectly.'

  "'Do you know who it was that we let into the house

  that day?'

  "'I have no idea.'

  "'It was the devil, Holmes,' he cried.

  "I stared at him in astonishment.

  "'Yes, it was the devil himself. We have not had a

  peaceful hour since--not one. The governor has never

  held up his head from that evening, and now the life

  has been crushed out of him and his heart broken, all

  through this accursed Hudson.'

  "'What power had he, then?'

  "'Ah, that is what I would give so much to know. The

  kindly, charitable, good old governor--how could he

  have fallen into the clutches of such a ruffian! But

  I am so glad that you have come, Holmes. I trust very

  much to your judgment and discretion, and I know that

  you will advise me for the best.'

  "We were dashing along the smooth white country road,

  with the long stretch of the Broads in front of us

  glimmering in the red light of the setting sun. From

  a grove upon our left I could already see the high

  chimneys and the flag-staff which marked the squire's

  dwelling.

  "'My father made the fellow gardener,' said my

  companion, 'and then, as that did not satisfy him, he

  was promoted to be butler. The house seemed to be at

  his mercy, and he wandered about and did what he chose

  in it. The maids complained of his drunken habits and

  his vile language. The dad raised their wages all

  round to recompense them for the annoyance. The

  fellow would take the boat and my father's best gun

  and treat himself to little shooting trips. And all

  this with such a sneering, leering, insolent face that

  I would have knocked him down twenty times over if he

  had been a man of my own age. I tell you, Holmes, I

  have had to keep a tight hold upon myself all this

  time; and now I am asking myself whether, if I had let

  myself go a little more, I might not have been a wiser

  man.

  "'Well, matters went from bad to worse with us, and

  this animal Hudson became more and more intrusive,

  until at last, on making some insolent reply to my

  father in my presence one day, I took him by the

  shoulders and turned him out of the room. He slunk

  away with a livid face and two venomous eyes which

  uttered more threats than his tongue could do. I

  don't know what passed between the poor dad and him

  after that, but the dad came to me next day and asked

  me whether I would mind apologizing to Hudson. I

  refused, as you can imagine, and asked my father how

  he could allow such a wretch to take such liberties

  with himself and his household.

  "'"Ah, my boy," said he, "it is all very well to talk,

  but you don't know how I am placed. But you shall

  know, Victor. I'll see that you shall know, come what

  may. You wouldn't believe harm of your poor old

  father, would you, lad?" He was very much moved, and

  shut himself up in the study all day, where I could

  see through the window that he was writing busily.

  "'That evening there came what seemed to me to be a

  grand release, for Hudson told us that he was going to

  leave us. He walked into the dining-room as we sat

  after dinner, and announced his intention in the thick

  voice of a half-drunken man.

  "'"I've had enough of Norfolk," said he. "I'll run

  down to Mr. Beddoes in Hampshire. He'll be as glad to

  see me as you were, I dare say."

  "'"You're not going away in any kind of spirit,

  Hudson, I hope," said my father, with a tameness which

  mad my blood boil.

  "'"I've not had my 'pology," said he sulkily, glancing

  in my direction.

  "'"Victor, you will acknowledge that you have used

  this worthy fellow rather roughly," said the dad,

  turning to me.

  "'"On the contrary, I think that we have both shown

  extraordinary patience towards him," I answered.

  "'"Oh, you do, do you?" he snarls. "Very good, mate.

  We'll see about that!"

  "'He slouched out of the room, and half an hour

  afterwards left the house, leaving my father in a

  state of pitiable nervousness. Night after night I

  heard him pacing his room, and it was just as he was

  recovering his confidence that the blow did at last

  fall.'

  "'And how?' I asked eagerly.

  "'In a most extraordinary fashion. A letter arrived

  for my father yesterday evening, bearing the

  Fordingbridge post-mark. My father read it, clapped

  both his hands to his head, and began running round

  the room in little circles like a man who has been

  driven out of his senses. When I at last drew him

  down on to the sofa, his mouth and eyelids were all

  puckered on one side, and I saw that he had a stroke.

  Dr. Fordham came over at once. We put him to bed; but

  the paralysis has spread, he has shown no sign of

  returning consciousness, and I think that we shall

  hardly find him alive.'

  "'You horrify me, Trevor!' I cried. 'What then could

  have been in this letter to cause so dreadful a

  result?'

  "'Nothing. There lies the inexplicable part of it.

  The message was absurd and trivial. Ah, my God, it is

  as I feared!'

  "As he spoke we came round the curve of the avenue,

  and saw in the fading light that every blind in the

  house had been drawn down. As we dashed up to the

  door, my friend's face convulsed with grief, a

  gentleman in black emerged from it.

  "'When did it happen, doctor?' asked Trevor.

  "'Almost immediately after you left.'

  "'Did he recover consciousness?'

  "'For an instant before the end.'

  "'Any message for me.'

  "'Only that the papers were in the back drawer of the

  Japanese cabinet.'

  "My friend ascended with the doctor to the chamber of

  death, while I remained in the study, turning the

  whole matter over and over in my head, and feeling as

  sombre as ever I had done in my life. What was the

  past of this Trevor, pugilist, traveler, and

  gold-digger, and how had he placed himself in the

  power of this acid-faced seaman? Why, too, should he

  faint at an allusion to the half-effaced initials upon

  his arm, and die of fright when he had a letter from

  Fordingham? Then I remembered that Fordingham was in

  Hampshire, and that this Mr. Beddoes, whom the seaman

  had gone to visit and presumably to blackmail, had

  also been mentio
ned as living in Hampshire. The

  letter, then, might either come from Hudson, the

  seaman, saying that he had betrayed the guilty secret

  which appeared to exist, or it might come from

  Beddoes, warning an old confederate that such a

  betrayal was imminent. So far it seemed clear enough.

  But then how could this letter be trivial and

  grotesque, as describe by the son? He must have

  misread it. If so, it must have been one of those

  ingenious secret codes which mean one thing while they

  seem to mean another. I must see this letter. If

  there were a hidden meaning in it, I was confident

  that I could pluck it forth. For an hour I sat

  pondering over it in the gloom, until at last a

  weeping maid brought in a lamp, and close at her heels

  came my friend Trevor, pale but composed, with these

  very papers which lie upon my knee held in his grasp.

  He sat down opposite to me, drew the lamp to the edge

  of the table, and handed me a short note scribbled, as

  you see, upon a single sheet of gray paper. "The

  supply of game for London is going steadily up,' it

  ran. 'Head-keeper Hudson, we believe, has been now

  told to receive all orders for fly-paper and for

  preservation of you hen-pheasant's life.'

  "I dare say my face looked as bewildered as your did

  just now when first I read this message. Then I

  reread it very carefully. It was evidently as I had

  thought, and some secret meaning must lie buried in

  this strange combination of words. Or could it be

  that there was a prearranged significance to such

  phrases as 'fly-paper' and hen-pheasant'? Such a

  meaning would be arbitrary and could not be deduced in

  any way. And yet I was loath to believe that this was

  the case, and the presence of the word Hudson seemed

  to show that the subject of the message was as I had

  guessed, and that it was from Beddoes rather than the

  sailor. I tried it backwards, but the combination

  'life pheasant's hen' was not encouraging. Then I

  tried alternate words, but neither 'the of for' nor

  'supply game London' promised to throw any light upon

  it.

  "And then in an instant the key of the riddle was in

  my hands, and I saw that every third word, beginning

  with the first, would give a message which might well

  drive old Trevor to despair.

  "It was short and terse, the warning, as I now read it

  to my companion:

  "'The game is up. Hudson has told all. Fly for your

  life.'

  "Victor Trevor sank his face into his shaking hands,

  'It must be that, I suppose,' said he. "This is worse

  than death, for it means disgrace as well. But what

  is the meaning of these "head-keepers" and

  "hen-pheasants"?

  "'It means nothing to the message, but it might mean a

  good deal to us if we had no other means of

  discovering the sender. You see that he has begun by

  writing "The...game...is," and so on. Afterwards he

  had, to fulfill the prearranged cipher, to fill in any

  two words in each space. He would naturally use the

  first words which came to his mind, and if there were

  so many which referred to sport among them, you may be

  tolerably sure that he is either an ardent shot or

  interested in breeding. Do you know anything of this

  Beddoes?'

  "'Why, now that you mention it,' said he, 'I remember

  that my poor father used to have an invitation from

  him to shoot over his preserves every autumn.'

  "'Then it is undoubtedly from him that the note

  comes,' said I. 'It only remains for us to find out

  what this secret was which the sailor Hudson seems to

  have held over the heads of these two wealthy and

  respected men.'

  "'Alas, Holmes, I fear that it is one of sin and

  shame!' cried my friend. 'But from you I shall have

  no secrets. Here is the statement which was drawn up

  by my father when he knew that the danger from Hudson

  had become imminent. I found it in the Japanese

  cabinet, as he told the doctor. Take it and read it

  to me, for I have neither the strength nor the courage

  to do it myself.'

  "These are the very papers, Watson, which he handed to

  me, and I will read them to you, as I read them in the

  old study that night to him. They are endorsed

  outside, as you see, 'Some particulars of the voyage