The Adventure of the Devils Foot | Page 6

the arm of the chair. I'll never get
the sight of that room out of my mind so long as I live."

"The facts, as you state them, are certainly most remarkable," said Holmes. "I take it that
you have no theory yourself which can in any way account for them?"
"It's devilish, Mr. Holmes, devilish!" cried Mortimer Tregennis. "It is not of this world.
Something has come into that room which has dashed the light of reason from their
minds. What human contrivance could do that?"
"I fear," said Holmes, "that if the matter is beyond humanity it is certainly beyond me.
Yet we must exhaust all natural explanations before we fall back upon such a theory as
this. As to yourself, Mr. Tregennis, I take it you were divided in some way from your
family, since they lived together and you had rooms apart?"
"That is so, Mr. Holmes, though the matter is past and done with. We were a family of
tin-miners at Redruth, but we sold our venture to a company, and so retired with enough
to keep us. I won't deny that there was some feeling about the division of the money and
it stood between us for a time, but it was all forgiven and forgotten, and we were the best
of friends together."
"Looking back at the evening which you spent together, does anything stand out in your
memory as throwing any possible light upon the tragedy? Think carefully, Mr. Tregennis,
for any clue which can help me."
"There is nothing at all, sir."
"Your people were in their usual spirits?"
"Never better."
"Were they nervous people? Did they ever show any apprehension of coming danger?"
"Nothing of the kind."
"You have nothing to add then, which could assist me?"
Mortimer Tregennis considered earnestly for a moment.
"There is one thing occurs to me," said he at last. "As we sat at the table my back was to
the window, and my brother George, he being my partner at cards, was facing it. I saw
him once look hard over my shoulder, so I turned round and looked also. The blind was
up and the window shut, but I could just make out the bushes on the lawn, and it seemed
to me for a moment that I saw something moving among them. I couldn't even say if it
was man or animal, but I just thought there was something there. When I asked him what
he was looking at, he told me that he had the same feeling. That is all that I can say."
"Did you not investigate?"
"No; the matter passed as unimportant."

"You left them, then, without any premonition of evil?"
"None at all."
"I am not clear how you came to hear the news so early this morning."
"I am an early riser and generally take a walk before breakfast. This morning I had hardly
started when the doctor in his carriage overtook me. He told me that old Mrs. Porter had
sent a boy down with an urgent message. I sprang in beside him and we drove on. When
we got there we looked into that dreadful room. The candles and the fire must have
burned out hours before, and they had been sitting there in the dark until dawn had
broken. The doctor said Brenda must have been dead at least six hours. There were no
signs of violence. She just lay across the arm of the chair with that look on her face.
George and Owen were singing snatches of songs and gibbering like two great apes. Oh,
it was awful to see! I couldn't stand it, and the doctor was as white as a sheet. Indeed, he
fell into a chair in a sort of faint, and we nearly had him on our hands as well."
"Remarkable--most remarkable!" said Holmes, rising and taking his hat. "I think, perhaps,
we had better go down to Tredannick Wartha without further delay. I confess that I have
seldom known a case which at first sight presented a more singular problem."
Our proceedings of that first morning did little to advance the investigation. It was
marked, however, at the outset by an incident which left the most sinister impression
upon my mind. The approach to the spot at which the tragedy occurred is down a narrow,
winding, country lane. While we made our way along it we heard the rattle of a carriage
coming towards us and stood aside to let it pass. As it drove by us I caught a glimpse
through the closed window of a horribly contorted, grinning face glaring out at us. Those
staring eyes and gnashing teeth flashed past us like a dreadful vision.
"My brothers!" cried Mortimer Tregennis, white to his lips. "They are