"Fortune has been your friend."
"This was not all.I have a new writing-table with a fine surface of red leather.I am prepared to swear, and so is Bannister, that it was smooth and unstained.Now I found a clean cut in it about three inches long -- not a mere scratch, but a positive cut.Not only this, but on the table I found a small ball of black dough, or clay, with specks of something which looks like sawdust in it.I am convinced that these marks were left by the man who rifled the papers.There were no footmarks and no other evidence as to his identity.I was at my wits'
ends, when suddenly the happy thought occurred to me that you were in the town, and I came straight round to put the matter into your hands.Do help me, Mr.Holmes! You see my dilemma.
Either I must find the man or else the examination must be postponed until fresh papers are prepared, and since this cannot be done without explanation there will ensue a hideous scandal, which will throw a cloud not only on the college, but on the University.Above all things I desire to settle the matter quietly and discreetly.""I shall be happy to look into it and to give you such advice as I can," said Holmes, rising and putting on his overcoat.
"The case is not entirely devoid of interest.Had anyone visited you in your room after the papers came to you?""Yes; young Daulat Ras, an Indian student who lives on the same stair, came in to ask me some particulars about the examination.""For which he was entered?"
"Yes."
"And the papers were on your table?"
"To the best of my belief they were rolled up.""But might be recognised as proofs?"
"Possibly."
"No one else in your room?"
"No."
"Did anyone know that these proofs would be there?""No one save the printer."
"Did this man Bannister know?"
"No, certainly not.No one knew."
"Where is Bannister now?"
"He was very ill, poor fellow.I left him collapsed in the chair.I was in such a hurry to come to you.""You left your door open?"
"I locked up the papers first."
"Then it amounts to this, Mr.Soames, that unless the Indian student recognised the roll as being proofs, the man who tampered with them came upon them accidentally without knowing that they were there.""So it seems to me."
Holmes gave an enigmatic smile.
"Well," said he, "let us go round.Not one of your cases, Watson -- mental, not physical.All right; come if you want to.
Now, Mr.Soames -- at your disposal!"
The sitting-room of our client opened by a long, low, latticed window on to the ancient lichen-tinted court of the old college.
A Gothic arched door led to a worn stone staircase.On the ground floor was the tutor's room.Above were three students, one on each story.It was already twilight when we reached the scene of our problem.Holmes halted and looked earnestly at the window.Then he approached it, and, standing on tiptoe with his neck craned, he looked into the room.
"He must have entered through the door.There is no opening except the one pane," said our learned guide.
"Dear me!" said Holmes, and he smiled in a singular way as he glanced at our companion."Well, if there is nothing to be learned here we had best go inside."The lecturer unlocked the outer door and ushered us into his room.We stood at the entrance while Holmes made an examination of the carpet.
"I am afraid there are no signs here," said he."One could hardly hope for any upon so dry a day.Your servant seems to have quite recovered.You left him in a chair, you say; which chair?""By the window there."
"I see.Near this little table.You can come in now.I have finished with the carpet.Let us take the little table first.
Of course, what has happened is very clear.The man entered and took the papers, sheet by sheet, from the central table.
He carried them over to the window table, because from there he could see if you came across the courtyard, and so could effect an escape.""As a matter of fact he could not," said Soames, "for I entered by the side door.""Ah, that's good! Well, anyhow, that was in his mind.Let me see the three strips.No finger impressions -- no! Well, he carried over this one first and he copied it.How long would it take him to do that, using every possible contraction? A quarter of an hour, not less.Then he tossed it down and seized the next.He was in the midst of that when your return caused him to make a very hurried retreat -- VERY hurried, since he had not time to replace the papers which would tell you that he had been there.You were not aware of any hurrying feet on the stair as you entered the outer door?""No, I can't say I was."
"Well, he wrote so furiously that he broke his pencil, and had, as you observe, to sharpen it again.This is of interest, Watson.The pencil was not an ordinary one.It was above the usual size, with a soft lead; the outer colour was dark blue, the maker's name was printed in silver lettering, and the piece remaining is only about an inch and a half long.Look for such a pencil, Mr.Soames, and you have got your man.When I add that he possesses a large and very blunt knife, you have an additional aid."Mr.Soames was somewhat overwhelmed by this flood of information.
"I can follow the other points," said he, "but really, in this matter of the length ----"Holmes held out a small chip with the letters NN and a space of clear wood after them.
"You see?"
"No, I fear that even now ----"
"Watson, I have always done you an injustice.There are others.
What could this NN be? It is at the end of a word.
You are aware that Johann Faber is the most common maker's name.
Is it not clear that there is just as much of the pencil left as usually follows the Johann?" He held the small table sideways to the electric light."I was hoping that if the paper on which he wrote was thin some trace of it might come through upon this polished surface.No, I see nothing.I don't think there is anything more to be learned here.Now for the central table.
This small pellet is, I presume, the black, doughy mass you spoke of.Roughly pyramidal in shape and hollowed out, I perceive.
