the adventure of the dying detective(垂死侦探历险记)





remonstrance is useless; Holmes; I am going this instant to fetch him。〃                   I 

turned resolutely to the door。 

     Never have I had such a shock!           In an instant; with a tiger… spring; the 

dying man had intercepted me。             I heard the sharp snap of a twisted key。 

The next moment he had staggered back to his bed; exhausted and panting 

after his one tremendous outflame of energy。 

     〃You won’t take the key from be by force; Watson; I’ve got you; my 

friend。    Here you are; and here you will stay until I will otherwise。               But 

I’ll   humour    you。〃   (All   this   in  little  gasps;   with  terrible  struggles   for 

breath    between。)     〃You’ve     only   my   own    good    at  heart。   Of   course    I 

know that very well。         You shall have your way; but give me time to get 

my strength。      Not now; Watson; not now。            It’s four o’clock。     At six you 

can go。〃 

     〃This is insanity; Holmes。〃 

     〃Only   two   hours;   Watson。     I   promise   you   will   go   at   six。 Are   you 

content to wait?〃 

     〃I seem to have no choice。〃 

     〃None in the world; Watson。           Thank you; I need no help in arranging 

the clothes。     You will please keep your distance。            Now; Watson; there is 

one other condition that I would make。             You will seek help; not from the 



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man you mention; but from the one that I choose。〃 

     〃By all means。〃 

     〃The first three sensible words that you have uttered since you entered 

this room; Watson。         You will find some books over there。 I am somewhat 

exhausted;   I   wonder   how  a   battery  feels   when   it   pours   electricity  into   a 

non…conductor?         At six; Watson; we resume our conversation。〃 

     But    it  was   destined    to  be   resumed     long   before    that  hour;   and   in 

circumstances which gave me a shock hardly second to that caused by his 

spring   to   the   door。  I   had   stood   for   some   minutes   looking   at   the   silent 

figure   in   the   bed。  His   face   was   almost   covered   by   the   clothes   and   he 

appeared to be asleep。          Then; unable to settle down to reading; I walked 

slowly   round   the   room;   examining   the   pictures   of   celebrated   criminals 

with     which      every    wall    was     adorned。       Finally;     in   my     aimless 

perambulation;   I   came   to   the   mantelpiece。        A   litter   of   pipes;   tobacco… 

pouches;   syringes;   penknives;   revolver…cartridges;   and   other   debris   was 

scattered over it。      In the midst of these was a small black and white ivory 

box with a sliding lid。        It was a neat little thing; and I had stretched out 

my hand to examine it more closely when 

     It was a dreadful cry that he gavea yell which might have been heard 

down the street。       My skin went cold and my hair bristled at that horrible 

scream。      As I turned I caught a glimpse of a convulsed face and frantic 

eyes。     I stood paralyzed; with the little box in my hand。 

     〃Put   it   down!    Down;   this   instant;   Watsonthis   instant;   I   say!〃   His 

head   sank   back   upon   the   pillow   and   he   gave   a   deep   sigh   of   relief   as   I 

replaced     the   box   upon    the   mantelpiece。      〃I   hate   to   have   my    things 

touched;     Watson。      You     know    that   I  hate  it。  You     fidget   me   beyond 

endurance。 You; a doctoryou are enough to drive a patient into an asylum。 

Sit down; man; and let me have my rest!〃 

     The incident left a most unpleasant impression upon my mind。                        The 

violent and causeless excitement; followed by this brutality of speech; so 

far   removed      from    his  usual    suavity;   showed      me   how    deep    was    the 

disorganization of his mind。          Of all ruins; that of a noble mind is the most 

deplorable。      I sat in silent dejection until the stipulated time had passed。 

He seemed to have been watching the clock as well as I; for it was hardly 



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six before he began to talk with the same feverish animation as before。 

     〃Now; Watson;〃 said he。         〃Have you any change in your pocket?〃 

     〃Yes。〃 

     〃Any silver?〃 

     〃A good deal。〃 

     〃How many half…crowns?〃 

     〃I have five。〃 

     〃Ah; too few!      Too few!      How very unfortunate; Watson!           However; 

such as they are you can put them in your watchpocket。                 And all the rest 

of   your   money  in   your   left   trouser   pocket。 Thank   you。   It   will   balance 

you so much better like that。〃 

     This   was   raving   insanity。   He   shuddered;   and   again   made   a   sound 

between a cough and a sob。 

     〃You will now light the gas; Watson; but you will be very careful that 

not   for   one   instant   shall   it   be   more   than   half   on。 I   implore   you   to   be 

careful; Watson。       Thank you; that is excellent。 No; you need not draw the 

blind。    Now you will have the kindness to place some letters and papers 

upon   this   table   within   my   reach。   Thank   you。   Now   some   of   that   litter 

from the mantelpiece。   Excellent; Watson!            There is   a sugar…tongs  there。 

Kindly raise that small ivory box with its assistance。            Place it here among 

the papers。     Good!      You can now go and fetch Mr。 Culverton Smith; of 

13 Lower Burke Street。〃 

     To tell the truth; my desire to fetch a doctor had somewhat weakened; 

for poor Holmes was so obviously delirious that it seemed dangerous to 

leave him。      However; he was as eager now to consult the person named 

as he had been obstinate in refusing。 

     〃I never heard the name;〃 said I。 

     〃Possibly not; my good Watson。           It may surprise you to know that the 

man upon earth who is best versed in this disease is not a medical man; but 

a planter。    Mr。 Culverton Smith is a well…known resident of Sumatra; now 

visiting London。       An outbreak of the disease upon his plantation; which 

was distant from medical aid; caused him to study it himself; with some 

rather far…reaching consequences。           He is a very methodical person; and I 

did not desire you to start before six; because I was well aware that you 



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would not find him in his study。           If you could persuade him to e here 

and    give   us   the  benefit   of  his  unique     experience     of  this  disease;   the 

investigation of which has been his dearest hobby; I cannot doubt that he 

could help me。〃 

     I gave Holmes’s remarks as a consecutive whole and will not attempt 

to   indicate   how   they   were   interrupted   by   gaspings   for   breath   and   those 

clutchings   of     his  hands    which    indicated    the  pain   from   which     he  was 

suffering。     His   appearance   had   changed   for   the   worse   during   the   few 

hours     that   I  had   been    with    him。     Those     hectic    spots   were    more 

pronounced;   the   eyes   shone   more   brightly   out   of   darker   hollows;   and   a 

cold sweat glimmered upon his brow。 He still retained; however; the jaunty 

gallantry of his speech。 To the last gasp he would always be the master。 

     〃You will tell him exactly how you have left me;〃 said he。                  〃You will 

convey the very impression which is in your own minda dying mana 

dying and delirious   man。         Indeed; I cannot think why the   whole bed   of 

the ocean is not one solid mass of oysters; so prolific the creatures seem。 

Ah; I am wondering!           Strange how the brain controls the brain!               What 

was I saying; Watson?〃 

     〃My directions for Mr。 Culverton Smith。〃 

     〃Ah;   yes;   I   remember。     My   life   depends   upon   it。   Plead   with   him; 

Watson。      There is no good feeling between us。               His nephew; WatsonI 

had   suspicions of   foul  play  and   I   allowed him  to   see   it。     The   boy  died 

horribly。     He   has   a   grudge   against   me。    You   will   soften   him;   Watson。 

Beg him; pray him; get him here by any means。                    He can save meonly 

he!〃 

     〃I will bring him in a cab; if I have to carry him down to it。〃 

     〃You   will   do   nothing   of   the   sort。 You   will   persuade   him   to   e。 

And then you will return in front of him。              Make any excuse so as not to 

e with him。         Don’t forget; Watson。        You won’t fail me。 You n