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here was I in this Englishman's rooms察boldly flaunting in his face a warm note of commendation from a cousin who did not exist

;I owe you an apology察─I said。  I tried to be as haughty as he察and fell short by about two miles。  ;I brought the letter in good faith。;

;No doubt of that察─he answered。

;Evidently it was given me by some adventurer for purposes of his own察─I went on察 though I am at a loss to guess what they could have been。;

;I'm frightfully sorry ´ really察─said he。  But he said it with the London inflection察which plainly implies此 I'm nothing of the sort。;

A painful pause。  I felt that he ought to give me back the letter察but he made no move to do so。  And察of course察I didn't ask for it。

;Ah ´ er ´ good night察─said I and hurried toward the door。

;Good night察─he answered察and I left him standing there with Archie's accursed letter in his hand。

That is the story of how I came to this house in Adelphi Terrace。 There is mystery in it察you must admit察my lady。  Once or twice since that uncomfortable call I have passed the captain on the stairs察but the halls are very dark察and for that I am grateful。 I hear him often above me察in fact察I hear him as I write this。

Who was Archie拭 What was the idea拭 I wonder。

Ah察well察I have my garden察and for that I am indebted to Archie the garrulous。  It is nearly midnight now。  The roar of London has died away to a fretful murmur察and somehow across this baking town a breeze has found its way。  It whispers over the green grass察in the ivy that climbs my wall察in the soft murky folds of my curtains。  Whispers ´ what

Whispers察perhaps察the dreams that go with this察the first of my letters to you。  They are dreams that even I dare not whisper yet。

And so ´ good night。

                                              THE STRAWBERRY MAN。



CHAPTER III

With a smile that betrayed unusual interest察the daughter of the Texas statesman read that letter on Thursday morning in her room at the Carlton。  There was no question about it ´ the first epistle from the strawberry´mad one had caught and held her attention。  All day察as she dragged her father through picture galleries察she found herself looking forward to another morning察wondering察eager。

But on the following morning Sadie Haight察the maid through whom this odd correspondence was passing察had no letter to deliver。  The news rather disappointed the daughter of Texas。  At noon she insisted on returning to the hotel for luncheon察though察as her father pointed out察they were far from the Canton at the time。  Her journey was rewarded。  Letter number two was waiting察and as she read she gasped。

DEAR LADY AT THE CARLTON此I am writing this at three in the morning察with London silent as the grave察beyond our garden。  That I am so late in getting to it is not because I did not think of you all day yesterday察not because I did not sit down at my desk at seven last evening to address you。  Believe me察only the most startling察the most appalling accident could have held me up。

That most startling察most appalling accident has happened。

I am tempted to give you the news at once in one striking and terrible sentence。  And I could write that sentence。  A tragedy察wrapped in mystery as impenetrable as a London fog察has befallen our quiet little house in Adelphi Terrace。  In their basement room the Walters family察sleepless察overwhelmed察sit silent察on the dark stairs outside my door I hear at intervals the tramp of men on unhappy missions ´ But no察I must go back to the very start of it all

Last night I had an early dinner at Simpson's察in the Strand ´ so early that I was practically alone in the restaurant。  The letter I was about to write to you was uppermost in my mind and察having quickly dined察I hurried back to my rooms。  I remember clearly that察as I stood in the street before our house fumbling for my keys察Big Ben on the Parliament Buildings struck the hour of seven。 The chime of the great bell rang out in our peaceful thoroughfare like a loud and friendly greeting。

Gaining my study察I sat down at once to write。  Over my head I could hear Captain Fraser´Freer moving about ´ attiring himself察probably察for dinner。  I was thinking察with an amused smile察how horrified he would be if he knew that the crude American below him had dined at the impossible hour of six察when suddenly I heard察in that room above me察some stranger talking in a harsh determined tone。  Then came the captain's answering voice察calmer察more dignified。  This conversation went along for some time察growing each moment more excited。  Though I could not distinguish a word of it察I had the uncomfortable feeling that there was a controversy on察and I remember feeling annoyed that any one should thus interfere with my composition of your letter察which I regarded as most important察you may be Sure。

At the end of five minutes of argument there came the heavy thump´thump of men struggling above me。  It recalled my college days察when we used to hear the fellows in the room above us throwing each other about in an excess of youth and high spirits。  But this seemed more grim察more determined察and I did not like it。 ´ However察I reflected that it was none of my business。  I tried to think about my letter。

The struggle ended with a particularly heavy thud that shook our ancient house to its foundations。  I sat listening察somehow very much depressed。  There was no sound。  It was not entirely dark outside ´ the long twilight ´ and the frugal Walters had not lighted the hall lamps。  Somebody was coming down the stairs very quietly  ´ but their creaking betrayed him。  I waited for him to pass through the shaft of light that poured from the door open at my back。 At that moment Fate intervened in the shape of a breeze through my windows察the door banged shut察and a heavy man rushed by me in the darkness and ran down the stairs。  I knew he was heavy察because the passageway was narrow and he had to push me aside to get by。  I heard him swear beneath his breath。

Quickly I went to a hall window at the far end that looked out on the street。  But the front door did not open察no one came out。  I was puzzled for a second then I reentered my room and hurried to my balcony。  I could make out the dim figure of a man running through the garden at the rear ´ that garden of which I have so often spoken。 He did not try to open the gate察he climbed it察and so disappeared from sight into the alley。

For a moment I considered。  These were odd actions察surely察but was it my place to interfere拭 I remembered the cold stare in the eyes of Captain Fraser´Freer when I presented that letter。  I saw him standing motionless in his murky study察as amiable as a statue。 Would he welcome an intrusion from me now

Finally I made up my mind to forget these things and went down to find Walters。  He and his wife were eating their dinner in the basement。  I told him what had happened。  He said he had let no visitor in to see the captain察and was inclined to view my misgivings with a cold British eye。  However察I persuaded him to go with me to the captain's rooms。

The captain's door was open。  Remembering that in England the way of the intruder is hard察I ordered Walters to go first。  He stepped into the room察where the gas flickered feebly in an aged chandelier。

;My God察sir ─said Walters察a servant even now。

And at last I write that sentence此Captain Fraser´Freer of the Indian Army lay dead on the floor察a smile that was almost a sneer on his handsome English face

The horror of it is strong with me now as I sit in the silent morning in this room of mine which is so like the one in which the captain died。  He had been stabbed just over the heart察and my first thought was of that odd Indian knife which I had seen lying on his study table。  I turned quickly to seek it察but it was gone。 And as I looked at the table it came to me that here in this dusty room there must be finger prints ´ many finger prints。

The room was quite in order察despite those sounds of struggle。  One or two odd matters met my eye。  On the table stood a box from a florist in Bond Street。  The lid had been removed and I saw that the box contained a number of white asters。  Beside the box lay a scarf´pin ´ an emerald scarab。  And not far from the captain's body lay what is known ´ owing to the German city where it is made ´ as a Homburg hat。

I recalled that it is most important at such times that nothing be disturbed察and I turned to old Walters。  His face was like this paper on which I write察his knees trembled beneath him。

;Walters察─said I察 we must leave things just as they are until the police arrive。  Come with me while I notify Scotland Yard。;

;Very good察sir察─said Walters。

We went down then to the telephone in the lower hall察and I called up the Yard。  I was told that an inspector would come at once and I went back to my room to wait for him。

You can well imagine the feelings that were mine as I waited。 Before this mystery should be solved察I foresaw that I might be involved to a degree that was unpleasant if not dangerous。  Walters would remember that I first came here as one acquainted with the captain。  He had noted察I felt sure察the lack of intimac

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