his brow dark, as it was when we returned from the scene of this investigation.”“My companion sat in front of the trap, his arms folded, his hat pulled down over his eyes, and his chin sunk upon his breast, buried in the deepest thought.”“You have evidently seen more in these rooms than was visible to me.” “No, but I fancy that I may have deduced a little more. I imagine that you saw all that I did.”“I am no doubt indirectly responsible for Dr. Grimesby Roylott’s death, and I cannot say that it is likely to weigh very heavily upon my conscience.”Watson“I have really some scruples as to taking you to-night. There is a distinct element of danger.”“I should be very much obliged if you would slip your revolver into your pocket. An Eley’s No.2 is excellent argument with gentlemen who can twist steel pokers into knots.”“Do not go asleep; your very life may depend on it. Have your pistol ready in case you should need it.”Crime and Deduction“You have evidently seen more in these rooms than was visible to me.”“No, but I fancy that I may have deduced a little more. I imagine that you saw all that I did.”“I had,” said Holmes, “come to an entirely erroneous conclusion which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data.”
Notes:alias used, “I thought it as well,” said Holmes, “that this fellow should think we came here as architects or on some defined business.”Eley’s No.2 that Holmes references when he asks Watson to slip his revolver into his pocket is the type of ammunition it used, possibly a Webley #2 revolver manufactured by the Eley Bros.The Speckled Band, round his brow a peculiar yellow band, with brownish specks, squat diamond-shaped head and puffed neck of a loathsome serpent. “It is a swamp adder!” cried Holmes, “the deadliest snake in India.”
Holmes / Watson:Watson has been with Holmes eight years at this point and has notes on seventy-odd cases.
The Adventure of
the Engineer’s Thumb
Publication & Dates:Strand, March 1892The Adventure of Sherlock Holmes. (9th story) 1892Illustrations: Sidney Paget (8)Conan Doyle’s 11th storyHolmes’ 24th case
Story Introduction:Of all the problems which have been submitted to my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes for solution during the years of our intimacy, there were only two which I was the means of introducing to his notice, that of Mr. Hatherly’s thumb and of Colonel Warburton’s madness. Of these the latter may have afforded a finer field for an acute and original observer, but the other was so strange in its inception and so dramatic in its details, that it may be the more worthy of being placed upon record, even if it gave my friend fewer openings for those deductive methods of reasoning by which he achieved such remarkable results. The story has, I believe, been told more than once in newspapers, but, like all such narratives, its effort is much less striking when set forth en bloc in a single half-column of print than when the facts slowly evolve before your own eyes and the mystery clears gradually away as each new discovery furnishes a step which leads on to the complete truth. At the time the circumstances made a deep impression upon me, and the lapse of two years has hardly served to weaken the effect.It was in the summer of ’89, not long after my marriage that the events occurred which I am now about to summarize. I had returned to civil practice, and had finally abandoned Holmes in his Baker Street rooms, although I continually visited him, and occasionally even persuaded him to forego his Bohemian habits so far as to come and visit us. My practice had steadily increased, and as I happen to live at no very great distance from Paddington Station, I got a few patients from among the officials. One of these whom I had cured of a painful and lingering disease, was never weary of advertising my virtues, and of endeavoring to send me on every sufferer over whom he might have any influence.One morning, and little before seven o’clock, I was awakened by the maid tapping at the door, to announce the two men had come from Paddington, and were waiting in my consulting room. I dressed hurriedly, for I knew by experience that railway cases were seldom trivial, and hastened downstairs. As I descended, my old ally, the guard, came out of the room, and closed the door tightly behind him.“I’ve got him here,” he whispered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder; “he’s all right.”“What is it, then?” I asked, for his manner suggested that it was some strange creature which he had caged up in my room.“It’s a new patient,” he whispered. “I thought I’d bring him around myself; then he couldn’t slip away. There he is, all safe and sound. I must go now, doctor. I have my dooties, just the same as you.” And off he went, this trusty tout, without even giving me time to thank him.I entered my consulting room, and found a gentleman seated by the table.Holmes had done little in this story, only to listen to Hatherley’s story at Baker St., accompany him back to the crime scene and made a few deductions.Case Information
Date:“It was in the summer of ’89,” Watson telling the story two years later, not long after his marriage.
Duration:2 Days
Crime:Attempted murder, counterfeiting, and suspicion of murder.“They are coiners on a large scale,” said Holmes. “They have been turning out half-crowns by the thousands.”
Client:Mr. Victor Hatherley, Hydraulic Engineer, 16A Victoria Street 3rd floor. Was hired by Colonel Stark to repair a hydraulic press they used for counterfeiting. Colonel Stark attempted twice to murder him, one caused the loss of his thumb.Quietly dressed in a suit of heather tweed, soft cap.Young, not more than five and twenty, with a strong masculine face.An orphan, bachelor, residing alone in London. Father deceased.Seven years apprenticed to Vernner and Mattherson, well-known firm in Greenwich.Two years ago started his own business.
Victims:Mr. Victor Hatherley. Colonel Stark attempted twice to murder him, one caused the loss of his thumb.Mr. Jeremiah Hayling, presumed murdered by Colonel Stark. Age 26, hydraulic engineer. Old newspaper of Holmes’ reported that he went missing the year before.
Crime Scene:Eyford, home of Colonel Lysander Stark, in Berkshire, near the border of Oxfordshire, within seven miles of Reading.Stark said it was ten miles. “It was a labyrinth of an old house, with corridors, passages, narrow winding staircases, and low doors, the thresholds of which were hollowed out by the generations who had crossed them. There was no carpet and no signs of any furniture above the ground floor, while the plaster was peeling off the walls and the damp was breaking through in green, unhealthy blotches.”“I heard that it was during the night, sir, but it has got worse, and the whole place is in a blaze.”
Criminals:Colonel Lysander Stark. Over middle size but exceedingly thin, his whole face sharpened away into nose and chin and the skin of his cheeks was drawn quite tense over his outstanding bones. Thought to have murdered Jeremiah Hayling.Fritz is the name he is called by Elise.His eyes bright, his step brisk, and his bearing assured.Plainly but neatly dressed, his age nearer forty than thirty.Had something of a German accent.Station-master thought he was Dr. Becher’s patient.Mr. Ferguson, also known as Dr. Becher. A short thick man with a chinchilla beard growing out of the creases of his double chin.“Tell me,” broke in the engineer, “is Dr. Becher a German, very thin, with a long sharp nose?”The Station-master laughed heartily. “No, sir, Dr. Becher is an Englishman, and there isn’t a man in the parish who has a better- lined waistcoat. But he has a gentleman staying with him, a patient, as I understand, who is a foreigner, and he looks as if a little good Berkshire beef would do him no harm.”Elise. Pretty, in a dark dress of rich material and spoke in a foreign tongue. Helped Hatherley escape. “For the love of heaven!” she whispered, “get away from here before it is too late!”
Punishment:None * “Early that morning a peasant had met a cart, containing several people and some very bulky boxes, driving rapidly in the direction of Reading, but there all traces of the fugitives disappeared, and even Holmes’s ingenuity failed ever to discover the least clue to their whereabouts.”
Official Police:Inspector Bradstreet, “Scotland Yard, plain-clothes man.”
Characters:Watson’s “my old ally, the guard.” Who brought Hatherley to Watson’s home from Paddington Station for medical attention.Eyford station-master.
Others Mentioned:Watson’s maid, who woke him up before 7:00 a.m.Vernner and Mattherson, where Victor Hatherley apprenticed.Hatherley’s