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Chapter 1: What prompts Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson to visit Cornwall?
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Chapter 2: What mysterious event interrupts their vacation in Cornwall?
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In recording from time to time some of the curious experiences and interesting recollections which I associate with my long and intimate friendship with Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I have continually been faced by difficulties caused by his own aversion to publicity.
To his sombre and cynical spirit all popular applause was always abhorrent and nothing amused him more at the end of a successful case than to hand over the actual exposure to some orthodox official and to listen with a mocking smile to the general chorus of misplaced congratulation.
It was indeed this attitude upon the part of my friend and certainly not any lack of interesting material which has caused me of late years to lay very few of my records before the public My participation in some of his adventures was always a privilege which entailed discretion and reticence upon me. It was then with considerable surprise that I received a telegram from Holmes last Tuesday.
He has never been known to write where a telegram would serve in the following terms. Why not tell them of the Cornish horror? Strangest case I have handled. I have no idea what backward sweep of memory had brought the matter fresh to his mind, or what freak had caused him to desire that I should recount it.
But I hasten, before another cancelling telegram may arrive, to hunt out the notes which give me the exact details of the case and to lay the narrative before my readers.
It was then in the spring of the year 1897 that Holmes's iron constitution showed some symptoms of giving way in the face of constant hard work of a most exacting kind, aggravated, perhaps, by occasional indiscretions of his own.
In March of that year, Dr. Moore Agar of Harley Street, whose dramatic introduction to Holmes I may someday recount, gave positive injunctions that the famous private agent lay aside all his cases and surrender himself to complete rest if he wished to avert an absolute breakdown. The state of his health was not a matter in which he himself took the faintest interest.
for his mental detachment was absolute, but he was induced at last on the threat of being permanently disqualified from work to give himself a complete change of scene and air. Thus it was that in the early spring of that year, we found ourselves together in a small cottage near Poldou Bay at the further extremity of the Cornish Peninsula.
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Chapter 3: How does Holmes react to the news of the murder?
In every direction upon these moors there were traces of some vanished race which had passed utterly away, and left as its sole record strange monuments of stone, irregular mounds which contained the burned ashes of the dead, and curious earthworks which hinted at prehistoric strife.
The glamour and mystery of the place, with its sinister atmosphere of forgotten nations, appealed to the imagination of my friend, and he spent much of his time in long walks and solitary meditations upon the moor.
The ancient Cornish language had also arrested his attention, and he had, I remember, conceived the idea that it was akin to the Chaldean, and had been largely derived from the Phoenician traders in Tyne.
He had received a consignment of books upon philology and was settling down to develop this thesis when suddenly, to my sorrow and to his unfeigned delight, we found ourselves, even in that land of dreams, plunged into a problem at our very doors which was more intense, more engrossing and infinitely more mysterious than any of those which had driven us from London.
Our simple life and peaceful, healthy routine were violently interrupted. and we were precipitated into the midst of a series of events which caused the utmost excitement, not only in Cornwall, but throughout the whole west of England.
Many of my readers may retain some recollection of what was called at the time the Cornish Horror, though a most imperfect account of the matter reached the London press. Now, after 13 years, I will give the true details of this inconceivable affair to the public. I have said that scattered towers marked the villages which dotted this part of Cornwall.
The nearest of these was the hamlet of Tradanic Wallas, where the cottages of a couple of hundred inhabitants clustered round an ancient moss-grown church. The vicar of the parish, Mr. Roundhay, was something of an archaeologist, and as such Holmes had made his acquaintance. He was a middle-aged man, portly and affable, with a considerable fund of local law.
At his invitation, we had taken tea at the vicarage and had come to know also Mr. Mortimer Tregennis, an independent gentleman who increased the clergyman's scanty resources by taking rooms in his large, straggling house.
The vicar, being a bachelor, was glad to come to such an arrangement, though he had little in common with his lodger, who was a thin, dark, spectacled man, with a stoop which gave the impression of actual physical deformity.
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Chapter 4: What details are revealed about the victim, Miss Brenda Tregennis?
"'It is the most unheard-of business.' We can only regard it as a special providence that you should chance to be here at the time, for in all England you are the one man we need. I glared at the intrusive vicar with no very friendly eyes, but Holmes took his pipe from his lips and sat up in his chair like an old hound who hears the view hellower.
He waved his hand to the sofa and our palpitating visitor with his agitated companion sat side by side upon it. Mr Mortimer Tregennis was more self-contained than the clergyman, but the twitching of his thin hands and the brightness of his dark eyes showed that they shared a common emotion. "'Shall I speak, or you?' he asked of the vicar.
"'Well, as you seem to have made the discovery, whatever it may be, and the vicar to have had it second-hand, perhaps you had better do the speaking,' said Holmes." I glanced at the hastily clad clergyman with the formally dressed lodger seated beside him, and was amused at the surprise which Holmes's simple deduction had brought to their faces.
"'Perhaps I had best say a few words first,' said the vicar, "'and then you can judge if you will listen to the details from Mr. Tregennis, "'or whether we should not hasten at once to the scene of this mysterious affair.
"'I may explain, then, that our friend here spent last evening "'in the company of his two brothers, Owen and George, "'and of his sister Brenda, at their house of Tredannic Warther, "'which is near the old stone cross upon the moor.' He left them shortly after 10 o'clock, playing cards around the dining room table, in excellent health and spirits.
This morning, being an early riser, he walked in that direction before breakfast, and was overtaken by the carriage of Dr. Richards, who explained that he had just been sent for on a most urgent call to Tradanic Warther. Mr. Mortimer Tregennis naturally went with him. When he arrived at Tredanik Wartha, he found an extraordinary state of things.
His two brothers and his sister were seated round the table exactly as he had left them. The cards still spread in front of them, and the candles burned down to their sockets. The sister lay back stone-dead in her chair, while the two brothers sat on each side of her laughing, shouting, and singing, the senses stricken clean out of them.
All three of them, the dead woman and the two demented men, retained upon their faces an expression of the utmost horror, a convulsion of terror which was dreadful to look upon. There was no sign of the presence of anyone in the house except Mrs. Porter, the old cook and housekeeper, who declared that she had slept deeply and heard no sound during the night.
Nothing had been stolen or disarranged, and there is absolutely no explanation of what the horror can be which has frightened a woman to death and two strong men out of their senses.
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Chapter 5: What strange circumstances surround the death of Brenda Tregennis?
There is the situation, Mr. Holmes, in a nutshell, and if you can help us to clear it up, you will have done a great work. I had hoped that in some way I could coax my companion back into the quiet which had been the object of our journey. But one glance at his intense face and contracted eyebrows told me how vain was now the expectation.
He sat for some little time in silence, absorbed in the strange drama which had broken in upon our peace. I will look into this matter, he said at last. On the face of it, it would appear to be a case of a very exceptional nature. Have you been there yourself, Mr. Roundhay? No, Mr. Holmes. Mr. Tregennis brought back the account to the vicarage, and I at once hurried over with him to consult you.
How far is it to the house where this singular tragedy occurred? about a mile inland. Then we shall walk over together. But before we start, I must ask you a few questions, Mr. Mortimer Tregennis. The other had been silent all this time, but I had observed that his more controlled excitement was even greater than the obtrusive emotion of the clergyman.
He sat with a pale, drawn face, his anxious gaze fixed upon Holmes, and his thin hands clasped convulsively together. His pale lips quivered as he listened to the dreadful experience which had befallen his family, and his dark eyes seemed to reflect something of the horror of the scene. "'Ask what you like, Mr. Holmes,' said he eagerly.
Chapter 6: How do the surviving brothers react to Brenda's death?
"'It is a bad thing to speak of, but I will answer you the truth.' Tell me about last night. Well, Mr. Holmes, I supped there, as the vicar has said, and my elder brother George proposed a game of whist afterwards. We sat down about nine o'clock. It was a quarter past ten when I moved to go. I left them all round the table, as merry as could be. Who let you out?
Mrs. Porter had gone to bed, so I let myself out. I shut the hall door behind me. The window of the room in which they sat was closed, but the blind was not drawn down. There was no change in door or window this morning or any reason to think that any stranger had been to the house.
Yet there they sat, driven clean mad with terror, and Brenda lying dead of fright, with her head hanging over 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.'
Chapter 7: What theories does Mortimer Tregennis suggest about the tragedy?
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 that 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.
Chapter 8: What actions does Holmes decide to take regarding the case?
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 Tradanic Warther without further delay.'' I confess that I have seldom known a case which at first sight presented a more singular problem.
Thank you. . . . ¶¶ Amen. Thank you. ¶¶ Thank you.
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