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“Nay, he was bringing home the goose as a peace-offering to his wife.
Remember the card upon the bird’s leg.

“You have an answer to everything. But how on earth do you deduce that
the gas is not laid on in his house?

“One tallow stain, or even two, might come by chance; but when I see no
less than five, I think that there can be little doubt that the
individual must be brought into frequent contact with burning
tallow—walks upstairs at night probably with his hat in one hand and a
guttering candle in the other. Anyhow, he never got tallow-stains from
a gas-jet. Are you satisfied?

“Well, it is very ingenious, said I, laughing; “but since, as you said
just now, there has been no crime committed, and no harm done save the
loss of a goose, all this seems to be rather a waste of energy.

Sherlock Holmes had opened his mouth to reply, when the door flew open,
and Peterson, the commissionaire, rushed into the apartment with
flushed cheeks and the face of a man who is dazed with astonishment.

“The goose, Mr. Holmes! The goose, sir! he gasped.

“Eh? What of it, then? Has it returned to life and flapped off through
the kitchen window? Holmes twisted himself round upon the sofa to get
a fairer view of the man’s excited face.

“See here, sir! See what my wife found in its crop! He held out his
hand and displayed upon the centre of the palm a brilliantly
scintillating blue stone, rather smaller than a bean in size, but of
such purity and radiance that it twinkled like an electric point in the
dark hollow of his hand.

Sherlock Holmes sat up with a whistle. “By Jove, Peterson! said he,
“this is treasure trove indeed. I suppose you know what you have got?

“A diamond, sir? A precious stone. It cuts into glass as though it were
putty.

“It’s more than a precious stone. It is the precious stone.

“Not the Countess of Morcar’s blue carbuncle! I ejaculated.

“Precisely so. I ought to know its size and shape, seeing that I have
read the advertisement about it in The Times every day lately. It is
absolutely unique, and its value can only be conjectured, but the
reward offered of £ 1000 is certainly not within a twentieth part of
the market price.

“A thousand pounds! Great Lord of mercy! The commissionaire plumped
down into a chair and stared from one to the other of us.

“That is the reward, and I have reason to know that there are
sentimental considerations in the background which would induce the
Countess to part with half her fortune if she could but recover the
gem.

“It was lost, if I remember aright, at the Hotel Cosmopolitan, I
remarked.

“Precisely so, on December 22nd, just five days ago. John Horner, a
plumber, was accused of having abstracted it from the lady’s
jewel-case. The evidence against him was so strong that the case has
been referred to the Assizes. I have some account of the matter here, I
believe. He rummaged amid his newspapers, glancing over the dates,
until at last he smoothed one out, doubled it over, and read the
following paragraph:

“Hotel Cosmopolitan Jewel Robbery. John Horner, 26, plumber, was
brought up upon the charge of having upon the 22nd inst., abstracted
from the jewel-case of the Countess of Morcar the valuable gem known as
the blue carbuncle. James Ryder, upper-attendant at the hotel, gave his
evidence to the effect that he had shown Horner up to the dressing-room
of the Countess of Morcar upon the day of the robbery in order that he
might solder the second bar of the grate, which was loose. He had
remained with Horner some little time, but had finally been called
away. On returning, he found that Horner had disappeared, that the
bureau had been forced open, and that the small morocco casket in
which, as it afterwards transpired, the Countess was accustomed to keep
her jewel, was lying empty upon the dressing-table. Ryder instantly
gave the alarm, and Horner was arrested the same evening; but the stone
could not be found either upon his person or in his rooms. Catherine
Cusack, maid to the Countess, deposed to having heard Ryder’s cry of
dismay on discovering the robbery, and to having rushed into the room,
where she found matters as described by the last witness. Inspector
Bradstreet, B division, gave evidence as to the arrest of Horner, who
struggled frantically, and protested his innocence in the strongest
terms. Evidence of a previous conviction for robbery having been given
against the prisoner, the magistrate refused to deal summarily with the
offence, but referred it to the Assizes. Horner, who had shown signs of
intense emotion during the proceedings, fainted away at the conclusion
and was carried out of court.

“Hum! So much for the police-court, said Holmes thoughtfully, tossing
aside the paper. “The question for us now to solve is the sequence of
events leading from a rifled jewel-case at one end to the crop of a
goose in Tottenham Court Road at the other. You see, Watson, our little
deductions have suddenly assumed a much more important and less
innocent aspect. Here is the stone; the stone came from the goose, and
the goose came from Mr. Henry Baker, the gentleman with the bad hat and

“Nay, he was bringing home the goose as a peace-offering to his wife.

Remember the card upon the bird’s leg.

“You have an answer to everything. But how on earth do you deduce that

the gas is not laid on in his house?

“One tallow stain, or even two, might come by chance; but when I see no

less than five, I think that there can be little doubt that the

individual must be brought into frequent contact with burning

tallow—walks upstairs at night probably with his hat in one hand and a

guttering candle in the other. Anyhow, he never got tallow-stains from

a gas-jet. Are you satisfied?

“Well, it is very ingenious, said I, laughing; “but since, as you said

just now, there has been no crime committed, and no harm done save the

loss of a goose, all this seems to be rather a waste of energy.

Sherlock Holmes had opened his mouth to reply, when the door flew open,

and Peterson, the commissionaire, rushed into the apartment with

flushed cheeks and the face of a man who is dazed with astonishment.

“The goose, Mr. Holmes! The goose, sir! he gasped.

“Eh? What of it, then? Has it returned to life and flapped off through

the kitchen window? Holmes twisted himself round upon the sofa to get

a fairer view of the man’s excited face.

“See here, sir! See what my wife found in its crop! He held out his

hand and displayed upon the centre of the palm a brilliantly

scintillating blue stone, rather smaller than a bean in size, but of

such purity and radiance that it twinkled like an electric point in the

dark hollow of his hand.

Sherlock Holmes sat up with a whistle. “By Jove, Peterson! said he,

“this is treasure trove indeed. I suppose you know what you have got?

“A diamond, sir? A precious stone. It cuts into glass as though it were

putty.

“It’s more than a precious stone. It is the precious stone.

“Not the Countess of Morcar’s blue carbuncle! I ejaculated.

“Precisely so. I ought to know its size and shape, seeing that I have

read the advertisement about it in The Times every day lately. It is

absolutely unique, and its value can only be conjectured, but the

reward offered of £ 1000 is certainly not within a twentieth part of

the market price.

“A thousand pounds! Great Lord of mercy! The commissionaire plumped

down into a chair and stared from one to the other of us.

“That is the reward, and I have reason to know that there are

sentimental considerations in the background which would induce the

Countess to part with half her fortune if she could but recover the

gem.

“It was lost, if I remember aright, at the Hotel Cosmopolitan, I

remarked.

“Precisely so, on December 22nd, just five days ago. John Horner, a

plumber, was accused of having abstracted it from the lady’s

jewel-case. The evidence against him was so strong that the case has

been referred to the Assizes. I have some account of the matter here, I

believe. He rummaged amid his newspapers, glancing over the dates,

until at last he smoothed one out, doubled it over, and read the

following paragraph:

“Hotel Cosmopolitan Jewel Robbery. John Horner, 26, plumber, was

brought up upon the charge of having upon the 22nd inst., abstracted

from the jewel-case of the Countess of Morcar the valuable gem known as

the blue carbuncle. James Ryder, upper-attendant at the hotel, gave his

evidence to the effect that he had shown Horner up to the dressing-room

of the Countess of Morcar upon the day of the robbery in order that he

might solder the second bar of the grate, which was loose. He had

remained with Horner some little time, but had finally been called

away. On returning, he found that Horner had disappeared, that the

bureau had been forced open, and that the small morocco casket in

which, as it afterwards transpired, the Countess was accustomed to keep

her jewel, was lying empty upon the dressing-table. Ryder instantly

gave the alarm, and Horner was arrested the same evening; but the stone

could not be found either upon his person or in his rooms. Catherine

Cusack, maid to the Countess, deposed to having heard Ryder’s cry of

dismay on discovering the robbery, and to having rushed into the room,

where she found matters as described by the last witness. Inspector

Bradstreet, B division, gave evidence as to the arrest of Horner, who

struggled frantically, and protested his innocence in the strongest

terms. Evidence of a previous conviction for robbery having been given

against the prisoner, the magistrate refused to deal summarily with the

offence, but referred it to the Assizes. Horner, who had shown signs of

intense emotion during the proceedings, fainted away at the conclusion

and was carried out of court.

“Hum! So much for the police-court, said Holmes thoughtfully, tossing

aside the paper. “The question for us now to solve is the sequence of

events leading from a rifled jewel-case at one end to the crop of a

goose in Tottenham Court Road at the other. You see, Watson, our little

deductions have suddenly assumed a much more important and less

innocent aspect. Here is the stone; the stone came from the goose, and

the goose came from Mr. Henry Baker, the gentleman with the bad hat and