The Adventure of the Missing Three-Quarter, Part 1

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[SPEAKER_00]: the adventure of the missing three-quarter.
[SPEAKER_00]: Part one.
[SPEAKER_00]: We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street, but I have a particular recollection of one which reached us on a gloomy February morning, some seven or eight years ago, and gave Mr. Sherlock Holmes a puzzled quarter of an hour.
[SPEAKER_00]: It was addressed to him and ran thus,
[SPEAKER_00]: please await me, terrible misfortune.
[SPEAKER_00]: Right wing three-quarter missing, indispensable tomorrow.
[SPEAKER_00]: Overton.
[SPEAKER_00]: Strand Postmark and Dispatch 1036 said homes reading it over and over.
[SPEAKER_00]: Mr. Overton was evidently considerably excited when he sent it and somewhat incoherent in consequence.
[SPEAKER_00]: Well, well, he will be here, I dare say, by the time I have looked through the times, and then we shall know all about it.
[SPEAKER_00]: Even the most insignificant problem would be welcome in these stagnant days.
[SPEAKER_00]: Things had indeed been very slow with us, and I had learned to dread such periods of inaction.
[SPEAKER_00]: For I knew by experience that my companions' brain was so abnormally active, that it was dangerous to leave it without material upon which to work.
[SPEAKER_00]: For years I had gradually weamed him from that drug mania which had threatened once to check his remarkable career.
[SPEAKER_00]: Now I knew that under ordinary conditions he no longer craved for this artificial stimulus but I was well aware that the fiend was not dead but sleeping.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I have known that the sleep was a light one.
[SPEAKER_00]: And the waking near when in periods of idleness I have seen the drawn look upon homes
[SPEAKER_00]: Therefore, I bless this Mr. Overton, whoever he might be.
[SPEAKER_00]: Since he had come with his enigmatic message to break that dangerous calm, which brought more peril to my friend than all the storms of his tempestuous life.
[SPEAKER_00]: As we had expected, the telegram was soon followed by its sender, and the card of Mr. Cyril Overton, Trinity College Cambridge, announced the arrival of an enormous young man, 16 stone of solid bone and muscle who spanned the doorway with his broad shoulders, and looked from one of us to the other with a cumbly face which was haggard with anxiety.
[SPEAKER_00]: Mr. Sherlock Holmes,
[SPEAKER_00]: my companion bowed.
[SPEAKER_00]: I've been down to Scotland yard Mr. Holmes.
[SPEAKER_00]: I saw Inspector Stanley Hopkins.
[SPEAKER_00]: He advised me to come to you.
[SPEAKER_00]: He said the case so far as he could see was more in your line than in that of the regular police.
[SPEAKER_00]: Godfrey Stormton, you've heard of him, of course.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's simply the hinge that the whole team turns on.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'd rather spare two from the pack and have Godfrey for my three-quarter line.
[SPEAKER_00]: Whether it's passing or tackling or dribbling, there's no one to touch him.
[SPEAKER_00]: And then, he's got the head and can hold us all together.
[SPEAKER_00]: What am I to do?
[SPEAKER_00]: That's what I ask you, Mr. Holmes.
[SPEAKER_00]: There's more house first reserved, but he is trained as a half, and he always edges right in onto the scrum instead of keeping out on the touch line.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's a fine place kick it's true, but then he has no judgment and he can't sprint for nuts.
[SPEAKER_00]: Why Morton or Johnson the Oxford Flyers could romp round him?
[SPEAKER_00]: Stevenson is fast enough, but he couldn't drop from the 25 line, and a 3-quarter who can't either punt or drop isn't worth a place for pace alone.
[SPEAKER_00]: No Mr. Holmes, we are done unless you can help me to find God-free Staunton.
[SPEAKER_00]: My friend had listened with a muse surprised to this long speech which was poured forth with extraordinary vigor and earnestness, every point being driven home by the slapping of a brawny hand upon the speaker's knee.
[SPEAKER_00]: When our visitor was silent, home stretched out his hand and took down letter S of his common place book.
[SPEAKER_00]: For once he dug in vain into that mine of varied information,
[SPEAKER_00]: There is Arthur H. Stanton, the rising young forger, said he, and there was Henry Stanton, whom I helped to hang, but Godfrey Stanton is a new name to me.
[SPEAKER_00]: It was our visitor's turn to look surprised.
[SPEAKER_00]: Why Mr. Holmes, I thought you knew things, said he, I suppose then, if you have never heard of Godfrey Stanton, you don't know Sarah Loverton either.
[SPEAKER_00]: whom shook his head could humbly.
[SPEAKER_00]: Great Scott cried the athlete.
[SPEAKER_00]: Why?
[SPEAKER_00]: I was first reserved for England against Wales, and I've skipped the varsity all this year, but that's nothing.
[SPEAKER_00]: I didn't think there was a soul in England who didn't know Godfrey Stanton, the crack three-quarter Cambridge Black-Eath and five international's.
[SPEAKER_00]: Good Lord.
[SPEAKER_00]: Mr. Holmes, where have you lived?
[SPEAKER_00]: homes laughed at the young giants naive astonishment.
[SPEAKER_00]: You live in a different world to me, Mr. Overton, a sweeter and healthier one.
[SPEAKER_00]: My ramifications stretch out into many sections of society, but never I'm happy to say into amateur sport, which is the best and soundest thing in England.
[SPEAKER_00]: However, your unexpected visit this morning shows me that even in that world of fresh air and fair play, there may be work for me to do.
[SPEAKER_00]: So now, my good sir, I beg you to sit down and tell me, slowly and quietly exactly what it is that has occurred and how you desire that I should help you.
[SPEAKER_00]: Young Overtains face assumed the bothered look of the man who is more accustomed to using
[SPEAKER_00]: but by degrees with many repetitions and obscurities which I may have met from his narrative, he laid his strange story before us.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's this way, Mr. Holmes, as I have said I am the skipper of the rugged team of Cambridge varsity, and Godfrey Stanton is my best man.
[SPEAKER_00]: Tomorrow we play Oxford, yesterday we all came up, and we settled at Bentley's private hotel.
[SPEAKER_00]: At 10 o'clock I went round and saw that all the fellows had gone to roost, for I believe in strict training and plenty of sleep to keep a team fit.
[SPEAKER_00]: I had a word or two with God-free before he turned in.
[SPEAKER_00]: He seemed to me to be pale and bothered.
[SPEAKER_00]: I asked him what was the matter.
[SPEAKER_00]: He said he was all right, just a touch of headache.
[SPEAKER_00]: I beat him good night and left him.
[SPEAKER_00]: Half an hour later, the porter tells me that a rough-looking man with a beard called with a note for Godfrey, he had not gone to bed and the note was taken to his room.
[SPEAKER_00]: Godfrey read it, and fell back in a chair as if he had been poll-axed.
[SPEAKER_00]: The porter was so scared that he was going to fetch me but Godfrey stopped him, had a drink of water and pulled himself together.
[SPEAKER_00]: Then he went downstairs, said a few words to the man who was waiting in the hall, and
[SPEAKER_00]: The last that the Portas saw of them, they were almost running down the street in the direction of the Strand.
[SPEAKER_00]: This morning Godfrey's room was empty, his bed had never been slept in.
[SPEAKER_00]: And his things were all just as I had seen them the night before.
[SPEAKER_00]: He had gone off at a moment's notice with this stranger and no word has come from him since, I don't believe he will ever come back.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was a sportsman, was God-free down to his marrow, and he wouldn't have stopped his training and let in his skipper if it were not for some cause that was too strong for him.
[SPEAKER_00]: No, I feel as if he were gone for good, and we should never see him again.
[SPEAKER_00]: Sherlock Holmes listened with the deepest attention to this singular narrative.
[SPEAKER_00]: What did you do?
[SPEAKER_00]: He asked.
[SPEAKER_00]: I wired to Cambridge to learn if anything had been heard of him there.
[SPEAKER_00]: I have had an answer.
[SPEAKER_00]: No one has seen him.
[SPEAKER_00]: Could he have got back to Cambridge?
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes, there is a late train, quarter past eleven.
[SPEAKER_00]: But so far as you can ascertain, he did not take it.
[SPEAKER_00]: What did you do next?
[SPEAKER_00]: I wired to Lord Mount James.
[SPEAKER_00]: Why to Lord Mount James?
[SPEAKER_00]: Godfrey is an orphan and Lord Mount James is his nearest relative, his uncle, I believe.
[SPEAKER_00]: Indeed, this throws new light upon the matter.
[SPEAKER_00]: Lord Mount James is one of the richest men in England.
[SPEAKER_00]: So I've heard Godfrey say.
[SPEAKER_00]: And your friend was closely related.
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes, he was his heir and the old boy is nearly 80.
[SPEAKER_00]: Cramful of Gout, too.
[SPEAKER_00]: They say he could chalk his billion cue with his knuckles.
[SPEAKER_00]: He never allowed Godfrey a chilling in his life.
[SPEAKER_00]: For he is an absolute miser, but it will all come to him right enough.
[SPEAKER_00]: Have you heard from Lord Mount James?
[SPEAKER_00]: No.
[SPEAKER_00]: What motive could your friend have in going to Lord Mount James?
[SPEAKER_00]: Well, something was worrying him the night before, and if it was to do with money, it is possible that he would make for his nearest relative, who had so much of it.
[SPEAKER_00]: Though from all I have heard he would not have much chance of getting it, Godfrey was not fond of the old man, he would not go if he could help it.
[SPEAKER_00]: well we consume to term in that.
[SPEAKER_00]: If your friend was going to his relative, Lord Mount James, you have then to explain the visit of this ruff-looking fellow at so later nower, and the agitation that was caused by his coming.
[SPEAKER_00]: Cyril overton pressed his hands to his head.
[SPEAKER_00]: I can make nothing of it, said he.
[SPEAKER_00]: Well, well I have a clear day, and I shall be happy to look into the matter," said Holmes.
[SPEAKER_00]: I should strongly recommend you to make your preparations for your match without reference to this young gentleman.
[SPEAKER_00]: It must, as you say, have been an overpowering necessity which tore him away in such a fashion, and the same necessity is likely to hold him away.
[SPEAKER_00]: Let us step round together to the hotel, and see if the porter can throw any fresh light upon the matter.
[SPEAKER_00]: Sherlock Holmes was a past master in the art of putting a humble witness at his ease.
[SPEAKER_00]: And very soon, in the privacy of God-free Stanton's abandoned room, he had extracted all that the porter had to tell.
[SPEAKER_00]: The visitor of the night before was not a gentleman neither was he a workingman.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was simply what the porter described as a medium-looking chap, a man of fifty, beard
[SPEAKER_00]: He seemed himself to be agitated.
[SPEAKER_00]: The porter had observed his hand trembling when he had held out the note.
[SPEAKER_00]: Godfrey Stanton had crammed the note into his pocket.
[SPEAKER_00]: Stanton had not shaken hands with the man in the hall.
[SPEAKER_00]: They had exchanged a few sentences of which the porter had only distinguished the one word, time.
[SPEAKER_00]: It was just half past 10 by the whole clock.
[SPEAKER_00]: Let me see, as at home, seating himself on Storten's bed, you are the day porter, are you not?
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes, sir, I'd go off duty at 11.
[SPEAKER_00]: The night porter saw nothing, I suppose?
[SPEAKER_00]: No, sir, one theatre party came in late, no one else.
[SPEAKER_00]: Were you on duty all day yesterday?
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes sir.
[SPEAKER_00]: Did you take any messages to Mr. Stormton?
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes sir, one telegram.
[SPEAKER_00]: Ah, that's interesting.
[SPEAKER_00]: What a clock was this.
[SPEAKER_00]: About six.
[SPEAKER_00]: Well, as Mr. Stanton, when he received it, here in his room, were you present when he opened it?
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes, sir, I waited to see if there was an answer.
[SPEAKER_00]: Well, was there?
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes, sir, he wrote an answer.
[SPEAKER_00]: did you take it?
[SPEAKER_00]: No, he took it himself.
[SPEAKER_00]: But he wrote it in your presence.
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes, sir.
[SPEAKER_00]: I was standing by the door and he with his back turned at that table.
[SPEAKER_00]: When he had written it, he said, all right, Porter, I will take this myself.
[SPEAKER_00]: A pencil was the telegraphic form one of these on the table, yes sir it was the top one, Holmes rose, taking the forms he carried them over to the window and carefully examined that which was uppermost.
[SPEAKER_00]: It is a pity he did not write in pencil, said he throwing them down again with a shrug of disappointment.
[SPEAKER_00]: As you have no doubt frequently observed Watson, the impression usually goes through, a fact which has dissolved many a happy marriage.
[SPEAKER_00]: However I can find no trace here.
[SPEAKER_00]: I rejoice however to perceive that he wrote with a broad pointed quill pen, and I can hardly doubt that we will find some impression upon this blotting pad.
[SPEAKER_00]: Ah yes surely this is the very thing.
[SPEAKER_00]: He tore off a strip of the blotting paper and turned towards us the following hieroglyphic.
[SPEAKER_00]: Cyril Overton was much excited.
[SPEAKER_00]: Hold it to the glass, he cried.
[SPEAKER_00]: That is unnecessary, said Holmes.
[SPEAKER_00]: The paper is thin, and the reverse will give the message.
[SPEAKER_00]: Here it is.
[SPEAKER_00]: He turned it over and we read.
[SPEAKER_00]: Stan Bios for God's sake.
[SPEAKER_00]: So that is the tail end of the telegram, which Godfrey Storton dispatched within a few hours of his disappearance.
[SPEAKER_00]: There are at least six words of the message which have escaped us.
[SPEAKER_00]: But what remains, stand by us for God's sake, proves that this young man saw a formidable danger which approached him and from which someone else could protect him.
[SPEAKER_00]: Us, Mark U, another person was involved.
[SPEAKER_00]: Who should it be but the pale-faced bearded man who seemed himself in so nervous a state?
[SPEAKER_00]: What then is the connection between God-free stoneton and the bearded man?
[SPEAKER_00]: and what is the third source, from which each of them sought for help, against pressing danger.
[SPEAKER_00]: Our inquiry has already narrowed down to that.
[SPEAKER_00]: We have only to find to whom that telegram is addressed, I suggested.
[SPEAKER_00]: Exactly, my dear Watson, your reflection, though profound, had already crossed my mind.
[SPEAKER_00]: but I dare say it may have come to your notice that counter-foil of another man's message.
[SPEAKER_00]: There may be some disinclination on the part of the officials to oblige you.
[SPEAKER_00]: There is so much red tape in these matters.
[SPEAKER_00]: However, I have no doubt that with a little delicacy and finesse the end may be attained.
[SPEAKER_00]: Meanwhile, I should like in your presence, Mr. Overton, to go through these papers which have been left upon the table.
[SPEAKER_00]: There were a number of letters, bills, and notebooks, which homes turned over and examined with quick, nervous fingers, and darting, penetrating eyes.
[SPEAKER_00]: Nothing here, he said it last.
[SPEAKER_00]: By the way, I suppose your friend was a healthy young fellow.
[SPEAKER_00]: Nothing a miss with him.
[SPEAKER_00]: Sound as a bell.
[SPEAKER_00]: Have you ever known him ill?
[SPEAKER_00]: not a day.
[SPEAKER_00]: He has been laid up with a hack and once he slipped his kneecap but that was nothing.
[SPEAKER_00]: Perhaps he was not so strong as you suppose I should think he may have had some secret trouble.
[SPEAKER_00]: With your assent I will put one or two of these papers in my pocket in case they should bear upon our future inquiry.
[SPEAKER_00]: One moment.
[SPEAKER_00]: One moment, cried a querilous voice, and we looked up to find a queer little old man, jerking and twitching in the doorway.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was dressed in rusty black with a very broad brim top hat and a loose white neck tie.
[SPEAKER_00]: The whole effect being that of a very rustic person or of an undertaker's mute.
[SPEAKER_00]: Yet, in spite of his shabby and even absurd appearance, his voice had a sharp crackle, and his manner a quick intensity which commanded attention.
[SPEAKER_00]: Who are you, sir, and by what right do you touch this gentleman's papers?
[SPEAKER_00]: He asked.
[SPEAKER_00]: I am a private detective, and I'm endeavouring to explain his disappearance.
[SPEAKER_00]: This gentleman, Mr. Staunton's friend, was referred to me by Scotland Yard.
[SPEAKER_00]: Who are you, sir?
[SPEAKER_00]: I am Cyril Overton.
[SPEAKER_00]: Then it is you who sent me a telegram.
[SPEAKER_00]: My name is Lord Mount James.
[SPEAKER_00]: I came round as quickly as the Bayeswater bus would bring me.
[SPEAKER_00]: So you have instructed a detective
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes sir, and are you prepared to meet the cost?
[SPEAKER_00]: I have no doubt sir that my friend Godfrey, when we find him, will be prepared to do that.
[SPEAKER_00]: But if he is never found, I answer me that.
[SPEAKER_00]: In that case, no doubt his family.
[SPEAKER_00]: Nothing of the sorts, sir.
[SPEAKER_00]: Scream the little man.
[SPEAKER_00]: Don't look to me for a penny, not a penny.
[SPEAKER_00]: You understand that, Mr. Detective.
[SPEAKER_00]: I am all the family that this young man has got and I tell you that I am not responsible.
[SPEAKER_00]: If he has any expectations, it is due to the fact that I have never wasted money, and I do not propose to begin to do so now.
[SPEAKER_00]: As to those papers with which you are making so free, I may tell you that in case there should be anything of any value among them, you will be held strictly to account for what you do with them.
[SPEAKER_00]: Very good sir, said Sherlock Holmes.
[SPEAKER_00]: May I ask in the meanwhile whether you have yourself any theory to account for this young man's disappearance?
[SPEAKER_00]: No sir, I have not.
[SPEAKER_00]: He is big enough and old enough to look after himself.
[SPEAKER_00]: And if he is so foolish as to lose himself, I entirely refuse to accept the responsibility of hunting for him.
[SPEAKER_00]: I quite understand your position," said Holmes, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
[SPEAKER_00]: Perhaps you don't quite understand mine.
[SPEAKER_00]: God-free stonten appears to have been a poor man.
[SPEAKER_00]: If he has been kidnapped, it could not have been for anything which he himself possesses.
[SPEAKER_00]: The fame of your wealth has gone abroad, Lord Mount James, and it is entirely possible that a gang of thieves have secured your nephew in order to gain from him some information as to your house, your habits, and your treasure.
[SPEAKER_00]: The face of our unpleasant little visitor turned as white as his neck cloth.
[SPEAKER_00]: Heavens, what an idea I never thought of such villainy.
[SPEAKER_00]: What in human rogues there are in the world?
[SPEAKER_00]: but God free as a fine lad.
[SPEAKER_00]: A staunch lad.
[SPEAKER_00]: Nothing would induce him to give his old uncle away.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'll have the plate moved over to the bank this evening in the meantime spare no pains, Mr. Detective.
[SPEAKER_00]: I beg you to leave no stone unturn to bring him safely back.
[SPEAKER_00]: As to money, well so far as a five or even a tenor goes you can always look to me.
[SPEAKER_00]: Even in his chasened frame of mind, the noble meiser could give us no information which could help us, for he knew little of the private life of his nephew.
[SPEAKER_00]: Our only clue, lay in the truncated telegram, and with a copy of this in his hand, Holmes set forth to find a second link for his chain.
[SPEAKER_00]: We had shaken off Lord Mount James, and Overton had gone to consult with the other members
[SPEAKER_00]: There was a telegraph office at a short distance from the hotel.
[SPEAKER_00]: We halted outside it.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's worth trying Watson, said Holmes.
[SPEAKER_00]: Of course with a warrant we could demand to see the counter foils but we have not reached that stage yet.
[SPEAKER_00]: I don't suppose they remember faces in so busy a place.
[SPEAKER_00]: Let us venture it.
[SPEAKER_00]: I am sorry to trouble you, said he and his blandest manner, to the young woman behind the grating.
[SPEAKER_00]: There is some small mistake about a telegram I sent yesterday.
[SPEAKER_00]: I have had no answer and I very much fear that I must have omitted to put my name at the end.
[SPEAKER_00]: Could you tell me if this was so?
[SPEAKER_00]: The young woman turned over a sheep of counter foils.
[SPEAKER_00]: What a clock was it?
[SPEAKER_00]: She asked.
[SPEAKER_00]: a little after six, whom was it too, Holmes put his finger to his lips and glanced at me.
[SPEAKER_00]: The last words in it were for God's sake, he whispered, confidentially.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'm very anxious at getting no answer.
[SPEAKER_00]: The young woman separated one of the forms,
[SPEAKER_00]: But this is it, there is no name," said she, smoothing it out upon the counter.
[SPEAKER_00]: Then that, of course, accounts for my getting no answer," said Holmes.
[SPEAKER_00]: Dear me, how very stupid of me to be sure.
[SPEAKER_00]: Good morning, Miss, and many thanks for having relieved my mind.
[SPEAKER_00]: He chuckled and rubbed his hands when we found ourselves in the street once more.
[SPEAKER_00]: We progress my dear Watson, we progress.
[SPEAKER_00]: I had seven different schemes for getting a glimpse of that telegram, but I could hardly hope to succeed the very first time.
[SPEAKER_00]: And what have you gained?
[SPEAKER_00]: A starting point for our investigation.
[SPEAKER_00]: He hailed a cab.
[SPEAKER_00]: King's cross station said he.
[SPEAKER_00]: We have a journey then.
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes, I think we must run down to Cambridge together.
[SPEAKER_00]: All the indications seem to me to point in that direction.
[SPEAKER_00]: Tell me, I asked, as we rattled up graze in road.
[SPEAKER_00]: Have you any suspicion yet as to the cause of the disappearance?
[SPEAKER_00]: I don't think that among all our cases I have known one where the motives are more obscure.
[SPEAKER_00]: Surely you don't really imagine that he may be kidnapped in order to give information against his wealthy uncle.
[SPEAKER_00]: I confess my dear Watson that that does not appeal to me as a very probable explanation.
[SPEAKER_00]: It struck me however as being the one which was most likely to interest that exceedingly unpleasant old person.
[SPEAKER_00]: It certainly did that, but what are your alternatives?
[SPEAKER_00]: I could mention several.
[SPEAKER_00]: You must admit that it is curious and suggestive that this incident should occur on the eve of this important match.
[SPEAKER_00]: and should involve the only man whose presence seems essential to the success of the side.
[SPEAKER_00]: It may of course be a coincidence, but it is interesting.
[SPEAKER_00]: Amateur sport is free from betting, but a good deal of outside betting goes on among the public, and it is possible that it might be worth someone's while to get at a player as the roughyons of the turf get at a racehorse.
[SPEAKER_00]: There is one explanation.
[SPEAKER_00]: A second very obvious one is that this young man really is the heir of a great property.
[SPEAKER_00]: However modest his means may at present be and it is not impossible that a plot to hold him for ransom might be concocted.
[SPEAKER_00]: These theories take no account of the telegram.
[SPEAKER_00]: Quite true Watson.
[SPEAKER_00]: The telegram still remains the only solid thing with which we have to deal and we must not
[SPEAKER_00]: It is to gain light upon the purpose of this telegram that we are now upon our way to Cambridge.
[SPEAKER_00]: The path of our investigation is at present obscure.
[SPEAKER_00]: But I shall be very much surprised if before evening we have not cleared it up or made a considerable advance along it.
[UNKNOWN]: Thank you.
[UNKNOWN]: Thank you.
[UNKNOWN]: you
[UNKNOWN]: Thank you.
[UNKNOWN]: Thank you very much.
[UNKNOWN]: Thank you.