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"
Just
give
me
a
help
with
this
buckle
,
cabman
,
"
he
said
,
kneeling
over
his
task
,
and
never
turning
his
head
.
The
fellow
came
forward
with
a
somewhat
sullen
,
defiant
air
,
and
put
down
his
hands
to
assist
.
At
that
instant
there
was
a
sharp
click
,
the
jangling
of
metal
,
and
Sherlock
Holmes
sprang
to
his
feet
again
.
"
Gentlemen
,
"
he
cried
,
with
flashing
eyes
,
"
let
me
introduce
you
to
Mr.
Jefferson
Hope
,
the
murderer
of
Enoch
Drebber
and
of
Joseph
Stangerson
.
"
The
whole
thing
occurred
in
a
moment
--
so
quickly
that
I
had
no
time
to
realize
it
.
I
have
a
vivid
recollection
of
that
instant
,
of
Holmes
'
triumphant
expression
and
the
ring
of
his
voice
,
of
the
cabman
's
dazed
,
savage
face
,
as
he
glared
at
the
glittering
handcuffs
,
which
had
appeared
as
if
by
magic
upon
his
wrists
.
For
a
second
or
two
we
might
have
been
a
group
of
statues
.
Then
,
with
an
inarticulate
roar
of
fury
,
the
prisoner
wrenched
himself
free
from
Holmes
's
grasp
,
and
hurled
himself
through
the
window
.
Woodwork
and
glass
gave
way
before
him
;
but
before
he
got
quite
through
,
Gregson
,
Lestrade
,
and
Holmes
sprang
upon
him
like
so
many
staghounds
.
He
was
dragged
back
into
the
room
,
and
then
commenced
a
terrific
conflict
.
So
powerful
and
so
fierce
was
he
,
that
the
four
of
us
were
shaken
off
again
and
again
.
He
appeared
to
have
the
convulsive
strength
of
a
man
in
an
epileptic
fit
.
His
face
and
hands
were
terribly
mangled
by
his
passage
through
the
glass
,
but
loss
of
blood
had
no
effect
in
diminishing
his
resistance
.
It
was
not
until
Lestrade
succeeded
in
getting
his
hand
inside
his
neckcloth
and
half-strangling
him
that
we
made
him
realize
that
his
struggles
were
of
no
avail
;
and
even
then
we
felt
no
security
until
we
had
pinioned
his
feet
as
well
as
his
hands
.
That
done
,
we
rose
to
our
feet
breathless
and
panting
.
"
We
have
his
cab
,
"
said
Sherlock
Holmes
.
"
It
will
serve
to
take
him
to
Scotland
Yard
.
And
now
,
gentlemen
,
"
he
continued
,
with
a
pleasant
smile
,
"
we
have
reached
the
end
of
our
little
mystery
.
You
are
very
welcome
to
put
any
questions
that
you
like
to
me
now
,
and
there
is
no
danger
that
I
will
refuse
to
answer
them
.
"
In
the
central
portion
of
the
great
North
American
Continent
there
lies
an
arid
and
repulsive
desert
,
which
for
many
a
long
year
served
as
a
barrier
against
the
advance
of
civilisation
.
From
the
Sierra
Nevada
to
Nebraska
,
and
from
the
Yellowstone
River
in
the
north
to
the
Colorado
upon
the
south
,
is
a
region
of
desolation
and
silence
.
Nor
is
Nature
always
in
one
mood
throughout
this
grim
district
.
It
comprises
snow-capped
and
lofty
mountains
,
and
dark
and
gloomy
valleys
.
There
are
swift-flowing
rivers
which
dash
through
jagged
cañons
;
and
there
are
enormous
plains
,
which
in
winter
are
white
with
snow
,
and
in
summer
are
grey
with
the
saline
alkali
dust
.
They
all
preserve
,
however
,
the
common
characteristics
of
barrenness
,
inhospitality
,
and
misery
.
There
are
no
inhabitants
of
this
land
of
despair
.
A
band
of
Pawnees
or
of
Blackfeet
may
occasionally
traverse
it
in
order
to
reach
other
hunting-grounds
,
but
the
hardiest
of
the
braves
are
glad
to
lose
sight
of
those
awesome
plains
,
and
to
find
themselves
once
more
upon
their
prairies
.
The
coyote
skulks
among
the
scrub
,
the
buzzard
flaps
heavily
through
the
air
,
and
the
clumsy
grizzly
bear
lumbers
through
the
dark
ravines
,
and
picks
up
such
sustenance
as
it
can
amongst
the
rocks
.
These
are
the
sole
dwellers
in
the
wilderness
.
In
the
whole
world
there
can
be
no
more
dreary
view
than
that
from
the
northern
slope
of
the
Sierra
Blanco
.
As
far
as
the
eye
can
reach
stretches
the
great
flat
plain-land
,
all
dusted
over
with
patches
of
alkali
,
and
intersected
by
clumps
of
the
dwarfish
chaparral
bushes
.
On
the
extreme
verge
of
the
horizon
lie
a
long
chain
of
mountain
peaks
,
with
their
rugged
summits
flecked
with
snow
.
In
this
great
stretch
of
country
there
is
no
sign
of
life
,
nor
of
anything
appertaining
to
life
.
There
is
no
bird
in
the
steel-blue
heaven
,
no
movement
upon
the
dull
,
grey
earth
--
above
all
,
there
is
absolute
silence
.
Listen
as
one
may
,
there
is
no
shadow
of
a
sound
in
all
that
mighty
wilderness
;
nothing
but
silence
--
complete
and
heart-subduing
silence
.
