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He
has
been
known
to
drive
his
wife
and
daughter
out
of
doors
in
the
middle
of
the
night
and
flog
them
through
the
park
until
the
whole
village
outside
the
gates
was
aroused
by
their
screams
.
“
He
was
summoned
once
for
a
savage
assault
upon
the
old
vicar
,
who
had
called
upon
him
to
remonstrate
with
him
upon
his
conduct
.
In
short
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
you
would
go
far
before
you
found
a
more
dangerous
man
than
Peter
Carey
,
and
I
have
heard
that
he
bore
the
same
character
when
he
commanded
his
ship
.
He
was
known
in
the
trade
as
Black
Peter
,
and
the
name
was
given
him
,
not
only
on
account
of
his
swarthy
features
and
the
colour
of
his
huge
beard
,
but
for
the
humours
which
were
the
terror
of
all
around
him
.
I
need
not
say
that
he
was
loathed
and
avoided
by
every
one
of
his
neighbours
,
and
that
I
have
not
heard
one
single
word
of
sorrow
about
his
terrible
end
.
“
You
must
have
read
in
the
account
of
the
inquest
about
the
man
’
s
cabin
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
but
perhaps
your
friend
here
has
not
heard
of
it
.
He
had
built
himself
a
wooden
outhouse
—
he
always
called
it
the
‘
cabin
’
—
a
few
hundred
yards
from
his
house
,
and
it
was
here
that
he
slept
every
night
.
It
was
a
little
,
single
-
roomed
hut
,
sixteen
feet
by
ten
.
He
kept
the
key
in
his
pocket
,
made
his
own
bed
,
cleaned
it
himself
,
and
allowed
no
other
foot
to
cross
the
threshold
.
There
are
small
windows
on
each
side
,
which
were
covered
by
curtains
and
never
opened
.
One
of
these
windows
was
turned
towards
the
high
road
,
and
when
the
light
burned
in
it
at
night
the
folk
used
to
point
it
out
to
each
other
and
wonder
what
Black
Peter
was
doing
in
there
.
That
’
s
the
window
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
which
gave
us
one
of
the
few
bits
of
positive
evidence
that
came
out
at
the
inquest
.
“
You
remember
that
a
stonemason
,
named
Slater
,
walking
from
Forest
Row
about
one
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
—
two
days
before
the
murder
—
stopped
as
he
passed
the
grounds
and
looked
at
the
square
of
light
still
shining
among
the
trees
.
He
swears
that
the
shadow
of
a
man
’
s
head
turned
sideways
was
clearly
visible
on
the
blind
,
and
that
this
shadow
was
certainly
not
that
of
Peter
Carey
,
whom
he
knew
well
.
It
was
that
of
a
bearded
man
,
but
the
beard
was
short
and
bristled
forward
in
a
way
very
different
from
that
of
the
captain
.
So
he
says
,
but
he
had
been
two
hours
in
the
public
-
house
,
and
it
is
some
distance
from
the
road
to
the
window
.
Besides
,
this
refers
to
the
Monday
,
and
the
crime
was
done
upon
the
Wednesday
.
“
On
the
Tuesday
,
Peter
Carey
was
in
one
of
his
blackest
moods
,
flushed
with
drink
and
as
savage
as
a
dangerous
wild
beast
.
He
roamed
about
the
house
,
and
the
women
ran
for
it
when
they
heard
him
coming
.
Late
in
the
evening
,
he
went
down
to
his
own
hut
.
About
two
o
’
clock
the
following
morning
,
his
daughter
,
who
slept
with
her
window
open
,
heard
a
most
fearful
yell
from
that
direction
,
but
it
was
no
unusual
thing
for
him
to
bawl
and
shout
when
he
was
in
drink
,
so
no
notice
was
taken
.
On
rising
at
seven
,
one
of
the
maids
noticed
that
the
door
of
the
hut
was
open
,
but
so
great
was
the
terror
which
the
man
caused
that
it
was
midday
before
anyone
would
venture
down
to
see
what
had
become
of
him
.
Peeping
into
the
open
door
,
they
saw
a
sight
which
sent
them
flying
,
with
white
faces
,
into
the
village
.
Within
an
hour
,
I
was
on
the
spot
and
had
taken
over
the
case
.
“
Well
,
I
have
fairly
steady
nerves
,
as
you
know
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
but
I
give
you
my
word
,
that
I
got
a
shake
when
I
put
my
head
into
that
little
house
.
It
was
droning
like
a
harmonium
with
the
flies
and
bluebottles
,
and
the
floor
and
walls
were
like
a
slaughter
-
house
.
He
had
called
it
a
cabin
,
and
a
cabin
it
was
,
sure
enough
,
for
you
would
have
thought
that
you
were
in
a
ship
.
There
was
a
bunk
at
one
end
,
a
sea
-
chest
,
maps
and
charts
,
a
picture
of
the
Sea
Unicorn
,
a
line
of
logbooks
on
a
shelf
,
all
exactly
as
one
would
expect
to
find
it
in
a
captain
’
s
room
.
And
there
,
in
the
middle
of
it
,
was
the
man
himself
—
his
face
twisted
like
a
lost
soul
in
torment
,
and
his
great
brindled
beard
stuck
upward
in
his
agony
.
Right
through
his
broad
breast
a
steel
harpoon
had
been
driven
,
and
it
had
sunk
deep
into
the
wood
of
the
wall
behind
him
.
He
was
pinned
like
a
beetle
on
a
card
.
Of
course
,
he
was
quite
dead
,
and
had
been
so
from
the
instant
that
he
had
uttered
that
last
yell
of
agony
.
“
I
know
your
methods
,
sir
,
and
I
applied
them
.
Before
I
permitted
anything
to
be
moved
,
I
examined
most
carefully
the
ground
outside
,
and
also
the
floor
of
the
room
.
There
were
no
footmarks
.
”
“
Meaning
that
you
saw
none
?
”
