The Adventure of the Red Circle | Page 5

from the shortness of the burnt end. Half the match is
consumed in lighting a pipe or cigar. But, dear me! this cigarette stub is certainly
remarkable. The gentleman was bearded and moustached, you say?"
"Yes, sir."
"I don't understand that. I should say that only a clean-shaven man could have smoked
this. Why, Watson, even your modest moustache would have been singed."
"A holder?" I suggested.
"No, no; the end is matted. I suppose there could not be two people in your rooms, Mrs.
Warren?"
"No, sir. He eats so little that I often wonder it can keep life in one."
"Well, I think we must wait for a little more material. After all, you have nothing to
complain of. You have received your rent, and he is not a troublesome lodger, though he
is certainly an unusual one. He pays you well, and if he chooses to lie concealed it is no
direct business of yours. We have no excuse for an intrusion upon his privacy until we
have some reason to think that there is a guilty reason for it. I've taken up the matter, and
I won't lose sight of it. Report to me if anything fresh occurs, and rely upon my assistance
if it should be needed.
"There are certainly some points of interest in this case, Watson," he remarked when the

landlady had left us. "It may, of course, be trivial--individual eccentricity; or it may be
very much deeper than appears on the surface. The first thing that strike one is the
obvious possibility that the person now in the rooms may be entirely different from the
one who engaged them."
"Why should you think so?"
"Well, apart form this cigarette-end, was it not suggestive that the only time the lodger
went out was immediately after his taking the rooms? He came back--or someone came
back--when all witnesses were out of the way. We have no proof that the person who
came back was the person who went out. Then, again, the man who took the rooms spoke
English well. This other, however, prints 'match' when it should have been 'matches.' I
can imagine that the word was taken out of a dictionary, which would give the noun but
not the plural. The laconic style may be to conceal the absence of knowledge of English.
Yes, Watson, there are good reasons to suspect that there has been a substitution of
lodgers."
"But for what possible end?"
"Ah! there lies our problem. There is one rather obvious line of investigation." He took
down the great book in which, day by day, he filed the agony columns of the various
London journals. "Dear me!" said he, turning over the pages, "what a chorus of groans,
cries, and bleatings! What a rag-bag of singular happenings! But surely the most valuable
hunting-ground that ever was given to a student of the unusual! This person is alone and
cannot be approached by letter without a breach of that absolute secrecy which is desired.
How is any news or any message to reach him from without? Obviously by advertisement
through a newspaper. There seems no other way, and fortunately we need concern
ourselves with the one paper only. Here are the Daily Gazette extracts of the last fortnight.
'Lady with a black boa at Prince's Skating Club'--that we may pass. 'Surely Jimmy will
not break his mother's heart'--that appears to be irrelevant. 'If the lady who fainted on
Brixton bus'--she does not interest me. 'Every day my heart longs--' Bleat, Watson--
unmitigated bleat! Ah, this is a little more possible. Listen to this: 'Be patient. Will find
some sure means of communications. Meanwhile, this column. G.' That is two days after
Mrs. Warren's lodger arrived. It sounds plausible, does it not? The mysterious one could
understand English, even if he could not print it. Let us see if we can pick up the trace
again. Yes, here we are--three days later. 'Am making successful arrangements. Patience
and prudence. The clouds will pass. G.' Nothing for a week after that. Then comes
something much more definite: 'The path is clearing. If I find chance signal message
remember code agreed--One A, two B, and so on. You will hear soon. G.' That was in
yesterday's paper, and there is nothing in to-day's. It's all very appropriate to Mrs.
Warren's lodger. If we wait a little, Watson, I don't doubt that the affair will grow more
intelligible."
So it proved; for in the morning I found my friend standing on the hearthrug with his
back to the fire and a smile of complete satisfaction upon his face.
"How's this, Watson?" he cried, picking up the paper from the table. "'High red house

with white stone facings. Third floor. Second window left. After dusk. G.' That