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Update dev server document configuration and add some templating

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package.json
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"lodash.debounce": "^4.0.3",
"loose-envify": "^1.4.0",
"mocha": "8.1.1",
"mustache": "^4.0.1",
"npm-packlist": "^2.0.1",
"postcss": "^7.0.13",
"postcss-url": "^8.0.0",
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scripts/gulp/dev-server.js
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const fs = require('fs');
const log = require('fancy-log');
const urlParser = require('url');
const Mustache = require('mustache');
const { createServer, useSsl } = require('./create-server');
function readmeText() {
return fs.readFileSync('./README.md', 'utf-8');
const DOCUMENT_PATH = './test-documents/';
const DOCUMENT_PATTERN = /\.html\.mustache/;
/**
* Render some content in an HTML document with `<pre>` tags
*
* @param {string} filename - source to inject between `<pre>` tags
* @return {string}
*/
function preformattedContent(filename) {
const textContent = fs.readFileSync(filename, 'utf-8');
const template = fs.readFileSync(
`${DOCUMENT_PATH}preformatted.template.mustache`,
'utf-8'
);
return Mustache.render(template, { textContent });
}
function licenseText() {
return fs.readFileSync('./LICENSE', 'utf-8');
/**
* Generate `<script>` content for client configuration and injection
*
* @param {string} clientUrl
* @return {string}
*/
function renderConfig(clientUrl) {
const scriptTemplate = fs.readFileSync(
`${DOCUMENT_PATH}client-config.js.mustache`,
'utf-8'
);
return Mustache.render(scriptTemplate, { clientUrl });
}
function codeOfConductText() {
return fs.readFileSync('./CODE_OF_CONDUCT', 'utf-8');
/**
* Read in the file at `filename` and render it as a template, injecting
* script source for the embedded client.
*
* @param {string} filename
* @param {string} clientUrl
* @param [{Object}] context - optional extra view context
* @return {string} Rendered HTML template with injected script
*/
function injectClientScript(filename, clientUrl, context = {}) {
const documentTemplate = fs.readFileSync(filename, 'utf-8');
const scriptContent = renderConfig(clientUrl);
context = { ...context, hypothesisScript: scriptContent };
return Mustache.render(documentTemplate, context);
}
/**
* Provide a "route" for all HTML documents in the test-documents directory
*
* @return {Object<string, string>} - Routes, mapping route (path) to
* filepath of HTML document
*/
function buildDocumentRoutes() {
const documentRoutes = {};
const documentPaths = fs
.readdirSync(DOCUMENT_PATH)
.filter(filename => filename.match(DOCUMENT_PATTERN));
documentPaths.forEach(filename => {
const shortName = filename.replace(DOCUMENT_PATTERN, '');
documentRoutes[`/document/${shortName}`] = `${DOCUMENT_PATH}${filename}`;
});
return documentRoutes;
}
/**
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* @constructor
*/
function DevServer(port, config) {
const documentRoutes = buildDocumentRoutes();
const preformattedRoutes = {
'/document/code_of_conduct': './CODE_OF_CONDUCT',
'/document/license': './LICENSE',
};
function listen() {
const app = function (req, response) {
const url = urlParser.parse(req.url);
let content;
if (url.pathname === '/document/license') {
content = `
<!DOCTYPE html>
<html>
<head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<title>Hypothesis in-line frame document - License</title>
</head>
<body>
<pre style="margin: 20px;">${licenseText()}</pre>
</body>
</html>
`;
} else if (url.pathname === '/document/code_of_conduct') {
content = `
<!DOCTYPE html>
<html>
<head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<title>Hypothesis in-line frame document - Code of conduct</title>
</head>
<body>
<pre style="margin: 20px;">${codeOfConductText()}</pre>
</body>
</html>
`;
if (documentRoutes[url.pathname]) {
content = injectClientScript(
documentRoutes[url.pathname],
config.clientUrl
);
} else if (preformattedRoutes[url.pathname]) {
content = preformattedContent(preformattedRoutes[url.pathname]);
} else {
content = `
<!DOCTYPE html>
<html>
<head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<title>Hypothesis Client Test</title>
</head>
<body>
<div data-hypothesis-trigger style="margin: 75px 0 0 75px;">
Number of annotations:
<span data-hypothesis-annotation-count>...</span>
</div>
<div style="margin: 10px 0 0 75px;">
<button id="add-test" style="padding: 0.6em; font-size: 0.75em">Toggle 2nd Frame</button>
</div>
<div style="margin: 10px 0 0 75px;">
<iframe enable-annotation id="iframe1" src="/document/license" style="width: 50%;height: 300px;"></iframe>
</div>
<div id="iframe2-container" style="margin: 10px 0 0 75px;">
</div>
<pre style="margin: 20px 75px 75px 75px;">${readmeText()}</pre>
<script>
var appHost = document.location.hostname;
window.hypothesisConfig = function () {
// See https://h.readthedocs.io/projects/client/en/latest/publishers/config/
return {
// enableExperimentalNewNoteButton: true,
// showHighlights: 'always',
// theme: 'clean',
// Example focused user mode
// focus: {
// user: {
// username: 'foo',
// authority: 'lms',
// displayName: 'Foo Bar',
// }
// },
// Example services config
// services: [{
// apiUrl: 'http://localhost:5000/api',
// authority: 'partner.org',
// allowLeavingGroups: false,
// groups: ['a-group-id', 'another-group-id'],
// }],
// Open the sidebar when the page loads
openSidebar: true,
};
};
var embedScript = document.createElement('script');
embedScript.src = '${
config.clientUrl
}'.replace('{current_host}', document.location.hostname);
document.body.appendChild(embedScript);
var iframeIsAdded = false;
var addIframeBtn = document.querySelector('#add-test');
if(addIframeBtn){
addIframeBtn.addEventListener('click', function() {
if (!iframeIsAdded) {
var iframe1 = document.querySelector('#iframe1');
var iframeNew = iframe1.cloneNode();
iframeNew.src = "/document/code_of_conduct";
iframeNew.id = "iframe2";
iframeIsAdded = true;
document.querySelector('#iframe2-container').appendChild(iframeNew);
} else {
var iframe2 = document.querySelector('#iframe2');
iframe2.parentNode.removeChild(iframe2);
iframeIsAdded = false;
}
});
}
</script>
</body>
</html>
`;
content = injectClientScript(
`${DOCUMENT_PATH}index.template.mustache`,
config.clientUrl,
{ readme: fs.readFileSync('./README.md', 'utf-8') }
);
}
response.end(content);
};
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This directory contains documents that are served by the local
web server (via `make dev`). Files here with a `.mustache.html` extension
will be available in the browser at the path
`localhost:<port>/document/<filename-without-extension>`,
e.g. `foo.mustache.html` would be available at `localhost:<port>/document/foo`.
Mustache-templated HTML documents may use `{{{ hypothesisScript }}}` to inject
the client application as configured by `client-config.js.mustache`.
Other things here:
- `client-config.js.mustache` - configuration for the client and JS to inject
the client into HTML pages. You can make edits here if you'd like to
change how the application is configured in the local web pages.
- `index.template.mustache` is the main "landing page" for the local dev server.
- `preformatted.template.mustach` is a template used to render some additional content
used by `index.template.mustache`
See `scripts/gulp/dev-server.js` for more information on how these files
are composed.
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<script>
var appHost = document.location.hostname;
window.hypothesisConfig = function() {
return {
// enableExperimentalNewNoteButton: true,
// showHighlights: 'always',
// theme: 'clean',
// Example focused user mode
// focus: {
// user: {
// username: 'foo',
// authority: 'lms',
// displayName: 'Foo Bar',
// }
// },
// Example services config
// services: [{
// apiUrl: 'http://localhost:5000/api',
// authority: 'partner.org',
// allowLeavingGroups: false,
// groups: ['a-group-id', 'another-group-id'],
// }],
// Open the sidebar when the page loads
openSidebar: true,
};
};
var embedScript = document.createElement('script');
embedScript.src = '{{{clientUrl}}}'.replace('{current_host}', document.location.hostname);
document.body.appendChild(embedScript);
</script>
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<!DOCTYPE html>
<html>
<head>
<title>The Disappearance of Lady Carfax, by Arthur Conan Doyle</title>
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1" />
<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" />
<style type="text/css">
BODY {
color: Black;
background: White;
margin-right: 10%;
margin-left: 10%;
font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;
text-align: justify;
}
P {
text-indent: 4%;
}
P.noindent {
text-indent: 0%;
}
P.poem {
text-indent: 0%;
margin-left: 10%;
font-size: small;
}
P.letter {
font-size: small;
margin-left: 10%;
margin-right: 10%;
}
P.finis {
text-align: center;
text-indent: 0%;
margin-left: 0%;
margin-right: 0%;
}
</style>
</head>
<body>
<p>
The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax,
by Arthur Conan Doyle
</p>
<p>
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no
restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under
the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or
online at www.gutenberg.net
</p>
<ul>
<li>Title: The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax</li>
<li>Author: Arthur Conan Doyle</li>
<li>Posting Date: October 23, 2008 [EBook #2348]</li>
<li>Release Date: October, 2000</li>
<li>[Last updated: May 3, 2011]</li>
<li>Language: English</li>
<li>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</li>
</ul>
<p>
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DISAPPEARANCE OF LADY CARFAX ***
</p>
Produced by David Brannan. HTML version by Al Haines.<br />
<br /><br />
<h1 align="center">
The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax
</h1>
<br />
<h3 align="center">
By
</h3>
<h2 align="center">
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
</h2>
<br /><br /><br />
<p>
"But why Turkish?" asked Mr. Sherlock Holmes, gazing fixedly at my boots.
I was reclining in a cane-backed chair at the moment, and my protruded
feet had attracted his ever-active attention.
</p>
<p>
"English," I answered in some surprise. "I got them at Latimer's, in
Oxford Street."
</p>
<p>
Holmes smiled with an expression of weary patience.
</p>
<p>
"The bath!" he said; "the bath! Why the relaxing and expensive Turkish
rather than the invigorating home-made article?"
</p>
<p>
"Because for the last few days I have been feeling rheumatic and old. A
Turkish bath is what we call an alterative in medicine--a fresh
starting-point, a cleanser of the system.
</p>
<p>
"By the way, Holmes," I added, "I have no doubt the connection between my
boots and a Turkish bath is a perfectly self-evident one to a logical
mind, and yet I should be obliged to you if you would indicate it."
</p>
<p>
"The train of reasoning is not very obscure, Watson," said Holmes with a
mischievous twinkle. "It belongs to the same elementary class of deduction
which I should illustrate if I were to ask you who shared your cab in your
drive this morning."
</p>
<p>
"I don't admit that a fresh illustration is an explanation," said I with
some asperity.
</p>
<p>
"Bravo, Watson! A very dignified and logical remonstrance. Let me see,
what were the points? Take the last one first--the cab. You observe that
you have some splashes on the left sleeve and shoulder of your coat. Had
you sat in the centre of a hansom you would probably have had no splashes,
and if you had they would certainly have been symmetrical. Therefore it is
clear that you sat at the side. Therefore it is equally clear that you had
a companion."
</p>
<p>
"That is very evident."
</p>
<p>
"Absurdly commonplace, is it not?"
</p>
<p>
"But the boots and the bath?"
</p>
<p>
"Equally childish. You are in the habit of doing up your boots in a
certain way. I see them on this occasion fastened with an elaborate double
bow, which is not your usual method of tying them. You have, therefore,
had them off. Who has tied them? A bootmaker--or the boy at the bath. It
is unlikely that it is the bootmaker, since your boots are nearly new.
Well, what remains? The bath. Absurd, is it not? But, for all that, the
Turkish bath has served a purpose."
</p>
<p>
"What is that?"
</p>
<p>
"You say that you have had it because you need a change. Let me suggest
that you take one. How would Lausanne do, my dear Watson--first-class
tickets and all expenses paid on a princely scale?"
</p>
<p>
"Splendid! But why?"
</p>
<p>
Holmes leaned back in his armchair and took his notebook from his pocket.
</p>
<p>
"One of the most dangerous classes in the world," said he, "is the
drifting and friendless woman. She is the most harmless and often the most
useful of mortals, but she is the inevitable inciter of crime in others.
She is helpless. She is migratory. She has sufficient means to take her
from country to country and from hotel to hotel. She is lost, as often as
not, in a maze of obscure pensions and boardinghouses. She is a stray
chicken in a world of foxes. When she is gobbled up she is hardly missed.
I much fear that some evil has come to the Lady Frances Carfax."
</p>
<p>
I was relieved at this sudden descent from the general to the particular.
Holmes consulted his notes.
</p>
<p>
"Lady Frances," he continued, "is the sole survivor of the direct family
of the late Earl of Rufton. The estates went, as you may remember, in the
male line. She was left with limited means, but with some very remarkable
old Spanish jewellery of silver and curiously cut diamonds to which she
was fondly attached--too attached, for she refused to leave them with her
banker and always carried them about with her. A rather pathetic figure,
the Lady Frances, a beautiful woman, still in fresh middle age, and yet,
by a strange change, the last derelict of what only twenty years ago was a
goodly fleet."
</p>
<p>
"What has happened to her, then?"
</p>
<p>
"Ah, what has happened to the Lady Frances? Is she alive or dead? There is
our problem. She is a lady of precise habits, and for four years it has
been her invariable custom to write every second week to Miss Dobney, her
old governess, who has long retired and lives in Camberwell. It is this
Miss Dobney who has consulted me. Nearly five weeks have passed without a
word. The last letter was from the Hotel National at Lausanne. Lady
Frances seems to have left there and given no address. The family are
anxious, and as they are exceedingly wealthy no sum will be spared if we
can clear the matter up."
</p>
<p>
"Is Miss Dobney the only source of information? Surely she had other
correspondents?"
</p>
<p>
"There is one correspondent who is a sure draw, Watson. That is the bank.
Single ladies must live, and their passbooks are compressed diaries. She
banks at Silvester's. I have glanced over her account. The last check but
one paid her bill at Lausanne, but it was a large one and probably left
her with cash in hand. Only one check has been drawn since."
</p>
<p>
"To whom, and where?"
</p>
<p>
"To Miss Marie Devine. There is nothing to show where the check was drawn.
It was cashed at the Credit Lyonnais at Montpellier less than three weeks
ago. The sum was fifty pounds."
</p>
<p>
"And who is Miss Marie Devine?"
</p>
<p>
"That also I have been able to discover. Miss Marie Devine was the maid of
Lady Frances Carfax. Why she should have paid her this check we have not
yet determined. I have no doubt, however, that your researches will soon
clear the matter up."
</p>
<p>
"MY researches!"
</p>
<p>
"Hence the health-giving expedition to Lausanne. You know that I cannot
possibly leave London while old Abrahams is in such mortal terror of his
life. Besides, on general principles it is best that I should not leave
the country. Scotland Yard feels lonely without me, and it causes an
unhealthy excitement among the criminal classes. Go, then, my dear Watson,
and if my humble counsel can ever be valued at so extravagant a rate as
two pence a word, it waits your disposal night and day at the end of the
Continental wire."
</p>
<p>
Two days later found me at the Hotel National at Lausanne, where I
received every courtesy at the hands of M. Moser, the well-known manager.
Lady Frances, as he informed me, had stayed there for several weeks. She
had been much liked by all who met her. Her age was not more than forty.
She was still handsome and bore every sign of having in her youth been a
very lovely woman. M. Moser knew nothing of any valuable jewellery, but it
had been remarked by the servants that the heavy trunk in the lady's
bedroom was always scrupulously locked. Marie Devine, the maid, was as
popular as her mistress. She was actually engaged to one of the head
waiters in the hotel, and there was no difficulty in getting her address.
It was 11 Rue de Trajan, Montpellier. All this I jotted down and felt that
Holmes himself could not have been more adroit in collecting his facts.
</p>
<p>
Only one corner still remained in the shadow. No light which I possessed
could clear up the cause for the lady's sudden departure. She was very
happy at Lausanne. There was every reason to believe that she intended to
remain for the season in her luxurious rooms overlooking the lake. And yet
she had left at a single day's notice, which involved her in the useless
payment of a week's rent. Only Jules Vibart, the lover of the maid, had
any suggestion to offer. He connected the sudden departure with the visit
to the hotel a day or two before of a tall, dark, bearded man. "Un
sauvage--un veritable sauvage!" cried Jules Vibart. The man had rooms
somewhere in the town. He had been seen talking earnestly to Madame on the
promenade by the lake. Then he had called. She had refused to see him. He
was English, but of his name there was no record. Madame had left the
place immediately afterwards. Jules Vibart, and, what was of more
importance, Jules Vibart's sweetheart, thought that this call and the
departure were cause and effect. Only one thing Jules would not discuss.
That was the reason why Marie had left her mistress. Of that he could or
would say nothing. If I wished to know, I must go to Montpellier and ask
her.
</p>
<p>
So ended the first chapter of my inquiry. The second was devoted to the
place which Lady Frances Carfax had sought when she left Lausanne.
Concerning this there had been some secrecy, which confirmed the idea that
she had gone with the intention of throwing someone off her track.
Otherwise why should not her luggage have been openly labelled for Baden?
Both she and it reached the Rhenish spa by some circuitous route. This
much I gathered from the manager of Cook's local office. So to Baden I
went, after dispatching to Holmes an account of all my proceedings and
receiving in reply a telegram of half-humorous commendation.
</p>
<p>
At Baden the track was not difficult to follow. Lady Frances had stayed at
the Englischer Hof for a fortnight. While there she had made the
acquaintance of a Dr. Shlessinger and his wife, a missionary from South
America. Like most lonely ladies, Lady Frances found her comfort and
occupation in religion. Dr. Shlessinger's remarkable personality, his
whole hearted devotion, and the fact that he was recovering from a disease
contracted in the exercise of his apostolic duties affected her deeply.
She had helped Mrs. Shlessinger in the nursing of the convalescent saint.
He spent his day, as the manager described it to me, upon a lounge-chair
on the veranda, with an attendant lady upon either side of him. He was
preparing a map of the Holy Land, with special reference to the kingdom of
the Midianites, upon which he was writing a monograph. Finally, having
improved much in health, he and his wife had returned to London, and Lady
Frances had started thither in their company. This was just three weeks
before, and the manager had heard nothing since. As to the maid, Marie,
she had gone off some days beforehand in floods of tears, after informing
the other maids that she was leaving service forever. Dr. Shlessinger had
paid the bill of the whole party before his departure.
</p>
<p>
"By the way," said the landlord in conclusion, "you are not the only
friend of Lady Frances Carfax who is inquiring after her just now. Only a
week or so ago we had a man here upon the same errand."
</p>
<p>
"Did he give a name?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
"None; but he was an Englishman, though of an unusual type."
</p>
<p>
"A savage?" said I, linking my facts after the fashion of my illustrious
friend.
</p>
<p>
"Exactly. That describes him very well. He is a bulky, bearded, sunburned
fellow, who looks as if he would be more at home in a farmers' inn than in
a fashionable hotel. A hard, fierce man, I should think, and one whom I
should be sorry to offend."
</p>
<p>
Already the mystery began to define itself, as figures grow clearer with
the lifting of a fog. Here was this good and pious lady pursued from place
to place by a sinister and unrelenting figure. She feared him, or she
would not have fled from Lausanne. He had still followed. Sooner or later
he would overtake her. Had he already overtaken her? Was THAT the secret
of her continued silence? Could the good people who were her companions
not screen her from his violence or his blackmail? What horrible purpose,
what deep design, lay behind this long pursuit? There was the problem
which I had to solve.
</p>
<p>
To Holmes I wrote showing how rapidly and surely I had got down to the
roots of the matter. In reply I had a telegram asking for a description of
Dr. Shlessinger's left ear. Holmes's ideas of humour are strange and
occasionally offensive, so I took no notice of his ill-timed jest--indeed,
I had already reached Montpellier in my pursuit of the maid, Marie, before
his message came.
</p>
<p>
I had no difficulty in finding the ex-servant and in learning all that she
could tell me. She was a devoted creature, who had only left her mistress
because she was sure that she was in good hands, and because her own
approaching marriage made a separation inevitable in any case. Her
mistress had, as she confessed with distress, shown some irritability of
temper towards her during their stay in Baden, and had even questioned her
once as if she had suspicions of her honesty, and this had made the
parting easier than it would otherwise have been. Lady Frances had given
her fifty pounds as a wedding-present. Like me, Marie viewed with deep
distrust the stranger who had driven her mistress from Lausanne. With her
own eyes she had seen him seize the lady's wrist with great violence on
the public promenade by the lake. He was a fierce and terrible man. She
believed that it was out of dread of him that Lady Frances had accepted
the escort of the Shlessingers to London. She had never spoken to Marie
about it, but many little signs had convinced the maid that her mistress
lived in a state of continual nervous apprehension. So far she had got in
her narrative, when suddenly she sprang from her chair and her face was
convulsed with surprise and fear. "See!" she cried. "The miscreant follows
still! There is the very man of whom I speak."
</p>
<p>
Through the open sitting-room window I saw a huge, swarthy man with a
bristling black beard walking slowly down the centre of the street and
staring eagerly at the numbers of the houses. It was clear that, like
myself, he was on the track of the maid. Acting upon the impulse of the
moment, I rushed out and accosted him.
</p>
<p>
"You are an Englishman," I said.
</p>
<p>
"What if I am?" he asked with a most villainous scowl.
</p>
<p>
"May I ask what your name is?"
</p>
<p>
"No, you may not," said he with decision.
</p>
<p>
The situation was awkward, but the most direct way is often the best.
</p>
<p>
"Where is the Lady Frances Carfax?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
He stared at me with amazement.
</p>
<p>
"What have you done with her? Why have you pursued her? I insist upon an
answer!" said I.
</p>
<p>
The fellow gave a bellow of anger and sprang upon me like a tiger. I have
held my own in many a struggle, but the man had a grip of iron and the
fury of a fiend. His hand was on my throat and my senses were nearly gone
before an unshaven French ouvrier in a blue blouse darted out from a
cabaret opposite, with a cudgel in his hand, and struck my assailant a
sharp crack over the forearm, which made him leave go his hold. He stood
for an instant fuming with rage and uncertain whether he should not renew
his attack. Then, with a snarl of anger, he left me and entered the
cottage from which I had just come. I turned to thank my preserver, who
stood beside me in the roadway.
</p>
<p>
"Well, Watson," said he, "a very pretty hash you have made of it! I rather
think you had better come back with me to London by the night express."
</p>
<p>
An hour afterwards, Sherlock Holmes, in his usual garb and style, was
seated in my private room at the hotel. His explanation of his sudden and
opportune appearance was simplicity itself, for, finding that he could get
away from London, he determined to head me off at the next obvious point
of my travels. In the disguise of a workingman he had sat in the cabaret
waiting for my appearance.
</p>
<p>
"And a singularly consistent investigation you have made, my dear Watson,"
said he. "I cannot at the moment recall any possible blunder which you
have omitted. The total effect of your proceeding has been to give the
alarm everywhere and yet to discover nothing."
</p>
<p>
"Perhaps you would have done no better," I answered bitterly.
</p>
<p>
"There is no 'perhaps' about it. I HAVE done better. Here is the Hon.
Philip Green, who is a fellow-lodger with you in this hotel, and we may
find him the starting-point for a more successful investigation."
</p>
<p>
A card had come up on a salver, and it was followed by the same bearded
ruffian who had attacked me in the street. He started when he saw me.
</p>
<p>
"What is this, Mr. Holmes?" he asked. "I had your note and I have come.
But what has this man to do with the matter?"
</p>
<p>
"This is my old friend and associate, Dr. Watson, who is helping us in
this affair."
</p>
<p>
The stranger held out a huge, sunburned hand, with a few words of apology.
</p>
<p>
"I hope I didn't harm you. When you accused me of hurting her I lost my
grip of myself. Indeed, I'm not responsible in these days. My nerves are
like live wires. But this situation is beyond me. What I want to know, in
the first place, Mr. Holmes, is, how in the world you came to hear of my
existence at all."
</p>
<p>
"I am in touch with Miss Dobney, Lady Frances's governess."
</p>
<p>
"Old Susan Dobney with the mob cap! I remember her well."
</p>
<p>
"And she remembers you. It was in the days before--before you found it
better to go to South Africa."
</p>
<p>
"Ah, I see you know my whole story. I need hide nothing from you. I swear
to you, Mr. Holmes, that there never was in this world a man who loved a
woman with a more wholehearted love than I had for Frances. I was a wild
youngster, I know--not worse than others of my class. But her mind was
pure as snow. She could not bear a shadow of coarseness. So, when she came
to hear of things that I had done, she would have no more to say to me.
And yet she loved me--that is the wonder of it!--loved me well enough to
remain single all her sainted days just for my sake alone. When the years
had passed and I had made my money at Barberton I thought perhaps I could
seek her out and soften her. I had heard that she was still unmarried, I
found her at Lausanne and tried all I knew. She weakened, I think, but her
will was strong, and when next I called she had left the town. I traced
her to Baden, and then after a time heard that her maid was here. I'm a
rough fellow, fresh from a rough life, and when Dr. Watson spoke to me as
he did I lost hold of myself for a moment. But for God's sake tell me what
has become of the Lady Frances."
</p>
<p>
"That is for us to find out," said Sherlock Holmes with peculiar gravity.
"What is your London address, Mr. Green?"
</p>
<p>
"The Langham Hotel will find me."
</p>
<p>
"Then may I recommend that you return there and be on hand in case I
should want you? I have no desire to encourage false hopes, but you may
rest assured that all that can be done will be done for the safety of Lady
Frances. I can say no more for the instant. I will leave you this card so
that you may be able to keep in touch with us. Now, Watson, if you will
pack your bag I will cable to Mrs. Hudson to make one of her best efforts
for two hungry travellers at 7:30 to-morrow."
</p>
<p></p>
<p>
A telegram was awaiting us when we reached our Baker Street rooms, which
Holmes read with an exclamation of interest and threw across to me.
"Jagged or torn," was the message, and the place of origin, Baden.
</p>
<p>
"What is this?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
"It is everything," Holmes answered. "You may remember my seemingly
irrelevant question as to this clerical gentleman's left ear. You did not
answer it."
</p>
<p>
"I had left Baden and could not inquire."
</p>
<p>
"Exactly. For this reason I sent a duplicate to the manager of the
Englischer Hof, whose answer lies here."
</p>
<p>
"What does it show?"
</p>
<p>
"It shows, my dear Watson, that we are dealing with an exceptionally
astute and dangerous man. The Rev. Dr. Shlessinger, missionary from South
America, is none other than Holy Peters, one of the most unscrupulous
rascals that Australia has ever evolved--and for a young country it has
turned out some very finished types. His particular specialty is the
beguiling of lonely ladies by playing upon their religious feelings, and
his so-called wife, an Englishwoman named Fraser, is a worthy helpmate.
The nature of his tactics suggested his identity to me, and this physical
peculiarity--he was badly bitten in a saloon-fight at Adelaide in
'89--confirmed my suspicion. This poor lady is in the hands of a most
infernal couple, who will stick at nothing, Watson. That she is already
dead is a very likely supposition. If not, she is undoubtedly in some sort
of confinement and unable to write to Miss Dobney or her other friends. It
is always possible that she never reached London, or that she has passed
through it, but the former is improbable, as, with their system of
registration, it is not easy for foreigners to play tricks with the
Continental police; and the latter is also unlikely, as these rouges could
not hope to find any other place where it would be as easy to keep a
person under restraint. All my instincts tell me that she is in London,
but as we have at present no possible means of telling where, we can only
take the obvious steps, eat our dinner, and possess our souls in patience.
Later in the evening I will stroll down and have a word with friend
Lestrade at Scotland Yard."
</p>
<p>
But neither the official police nor Holmes's own small but very efficient
organization sufficed to clear away the mystery. Amid the crowded millions
of London the three persons we sought were as completely obliterated as if
they had never lived. Advertisements were tried, and failed. Clues were
followed, and led to nothing. Every criminal resort which Shlessinger
might frequent was drawn in vain. His old associates were watched, but
they kept clear of him. And then suddenly, after a week of helpless
suspense there came a flash of light. A silver-and-brilliant pendant of
old Spanish design had been pawned at Bovington's, in Westminster Road.
The pawner was a large, clean-shaven man of clerical appearance. His name
and address were demonstrably false. The ear had escaped notice, but the
description was surely that of Shlessinger.
</p>
<p>
Three times had our bearded friend from the Langham called for news--the
third time within an hour of this fresh development. His clothes were
getting looser on his great body. He seemed to be wilting away in his
anxiety. "If you will only give me something to do!" was his constant
wail. At last Holmes could oblige him.
</p>
<p>
"He has begun to pawn the jewels. We should get him now."
</p>
<p>
"But does this mean that any harm has befallen the Lady Frances?"
</p>
<p>
Holmes shook his head very gravely.
</p>
<p>
"Supposing that they have held her prisoner up to now, it is clear that
they cannot let her loose without their own destruction. We must prepare
for the worst."
</p>
<p>
"What can I do?"
</p>
<p>
"These people do not know you by sight?"
</p>
<p>
"No."
</p>
<p>
"It is possible that he will go to some other pawnbroker in the future. In
that case, we must begin again. On the other hand, he has had a fair price
and no questions asked, so if he is in need of ready-money he will
probably come back to Bovington's. I will give you a note to them, and
they will let you wait in the shop. If the fellow comes you will follow
him home. But no indiscretion, and, above all, no violence. I put you on
your honour that you will take no step without my knowledge and consent."
</p>
<p>
For two days the Hon. Philip Green (he was, I may mention, the son of the
famous admiral of that name who commanded the Sea of Azof fleet in the
Crimean War) brought us no news. On the evening of the third he rushed
into our sitting-room, pale, trembling, with every muscle of his powerful
frame quivering with excitement.
</p>
<p>
"We have him! We have him!" he cried.
</p>
<p>
He was incoherent in his agitation. Holmes soothed him with a few words
and thrust him into an armchair.
</p>
<p>
"Come, now, give us the order of events," said he.
</p>
<p>
"She came only an hour ago. It was the wife, this time, but the pendant
she brought was the fellow of the other. She is a tall, pale woman, with
ferret eyes."
</p>
<p>
"That is the lady," said Holmes.
</p>
<p>
"She left the office and I followed her. She walked up the Kennington
Road, and I kept behind her. Presently she went into a shop. Mr. Holmes,
it was an undertaker's."
</p>
<p>
My companion started. "Well?" he asked in that vibrant voice which told of
the fiery soul behind the cold gray face.
</p>
<p>
"She was talking to the woman behind the counter. I entered as well. 'It
is late,' I heard her say, or words to that effect. The woman was excusing
herself. 'It should be there before now,' she answered. 'It took longer,
being out of the ordinary.' They both stopped and looked at me, so I asked
some questions and then left the shop."
</p>
<p>
"You did excellently well. What happened next?"
</p>
<p>
"The woman came out, but I had hid myself in a doorway. Her suspicions had
been aroused, I think, for she looked round her. Then she called a cab and
got in. I was lucky enough to get another and so to follow her. She got
down at last at No. 36, Poultney Square, Brixton. I drove past, left my
cab at the corner of the square, and watched the house."
</p>
<p>
"Did you see anyone?"
</p>
<p>
"The windows were all in darkness save one on the lower floor. The blind
was down, and I could not see in. I was standing there, wondering what I
should do next, when a covered van drove up with two men in it. They
descended, took something out of the van, and carried it up the steps to
the hall door. Mr. Holmes, it was a coffin."
</p>
<p>
"Ah!"
</p>
<p>
"For an instant I was on the point of rushing in. The door had been opened
to admit the men and their burden. It was the woman who had opened it. But
as I stood there she caught a glimpse of me, and I think that she
recognized me. I saw her start, and she hastily closed the door. I
remembered my promise to you, and here I am."
</p>
<p>
"You have done excellent work," said Holmes, scribbling a few words upon a
half-sheet of paper. "We can do nothing legal without a warrant, and you
can serve the cause best by taking this note down to the authorities and
getting one. There may be some difficulty, but I should think that the
sale of the jewellery should be sufficient. Lestrade will see to all
details."
</p>
<p>
"But they may murder her in the meanwhile. What could the coffin mean, and
for whom could it be but for her?"
</p>
<p>
"We will do all that can be done, Mr. Green. Not a moment will be lost.
Leave it in our hands. Now Watson," he added as our client hurried away,
"he will set the regular forces on the move. We are, as usual, the
irregulars, and we must take our own line of action. The situation strikes
me as so desperate that the most extreme measures are justified. Not a
moment is to be lost in getting to Poultney Square.
</p>
<p>
"Let us try to reconstruct the situation," said he as we drove swiftly
past the Houses of Parliament and over Westminster Bridge. "These villains
have coaxed this unhappy lady to London, after first alienating her from
her faithful maid. If she has written any letters they have been
intercepted. Through some confederate they have engaged a furnished house.
Once inside it, they have made her a prisoner, and they have become
possessed of the valuable jewellery which has been their object from the
first. Already they have begun to sell part of it, which seems safe enough
to them, since they have no reason to think that anyone is interested in
the lady's fate. When she is released she will, of course, denounce them.
Therefore, she must not be released. But they cannot keep her under lock
and key forever. So murder is their only solution."
</p>
<p>
"That seems very clear."
</p>
<p>
"Now we will take another line of reasoning. When you follow two separate
chains of thought, Watson, you will find some point of intersection which
should approximate to the truth. We will start now, not from the lady but
from the coffin and argue backward. That incident proves, I fear, beyond
all doubt that the lady is dead. It points also to an orthodox burial with
proper accompaniment of medical certificate and official sanction. Had the
lady been obviously murdered, they would have buried her in a hole in the
back garden. But here all is open and regular. What does this mean? Surely
that they have done her to death in some way which has deceived the doctor
and simulated a natural end--poisoning, perhaps. And yet how strange that
they should ever let a doctor approach her unless he were a confederate,
which is hardly a credible proposition."
</p>
<p>
"Could they have forged a medical certificate?"
</p>
<p>
"Dangerous, Watson, very dangerous. No, I hardly see them doing that. Pull
up, cabby! This is evidently the undertaker's, for we have just passed the
pawnbroker's. Would you go in, Watson? Your appearance inspires
confidence. Ask what hour the Poultney Square funeral takes place
to-morrow."
</p>
<p>
The woman in the shop answered me without hesitation that it was to be at
eight o'clock in the morning. "You see, Watson, no mystery; everything
above-board! In some way the legal forms have undoubtedly been complied
with, and they think that they have little to fear. Well, there's nothing
for it now but a direct frontal attack. Are you armed?"
</p>
<p>
"My stick!"
</p>
<p>
"Well, well, we shall be strong enough. 'Thrice is he armed who hath his
quarrel just.' We simply can't afford to wait for the police or to keep
within the four corners of the law. You can drive off, cabby. Now, Watson,
we'll just take our luck together, as we have occasionally in the past."
</p>
<p>
He had rung loudly at the door of a great dark house in the centre of
Poultney Square. It was opened immediately, and the figure of a tall woman
was outlined against the dim-lit hall.
</p>
<p>
"Well, what do you want?" she asked sharply, peering at us through the
darkness.
</p>
<p>
"I want to speak to Dr. Shlessinger," said Holmes.
</p>
<p>
"There is no such person here," she answered, and tried to close the door,
but Holmes had jammed it with his foot.
</p>
<p>
"Well, I want to see the man who lives here, whatever he may call
himself," said Holmes firmly.
</p>
<p>
She hesitated. Then she threw open the door. "Well, come in!" said she.
"My husband is not afraid to face any man in the world." She closed the
door behind us and showed us into a sitting-room on the right side of the
hall, turning up the gas as she left us. "Mr. Peters will be with you in
an instant," she said.
</p>
<p>
Her words were literally true, for we had hardly time to look around the
dusty and moth-eaten apartment in which we found ourselves before the door
opened and a big, clean-shaven bald-headed man stepped lightly into the
room. He had a large red face, with pendulous cheeks, and a general air of
superficial benevolence which was marred by a cruel, vicious mouth.
</p>
<p>
"There is surely some mistake here, gentlemen," he said in an unctuous,
make-everything-easy voice. "I fancy that you have been misdirected.
Possibly if you tried farther down the street--"
</p>
<p>
"That will do; we have no time to waste," said my companion firmly. "You
are Henry Peters, of Adelaide, late the Rev. Dr. Shlessinger, of Baden and
South America. I am as sure of that as that my own name is Sherlock
Holmes."
</p>
<p>
Peters, as I will now call him, started and stared hard at his formidable
pursuer. "I guess your name does not frighten me, Mr. Holmes," said he
coolly. "When a man's conscience is easy you can't rattle him. What is
your business in my house?"
</p>
<p>
"I want to know what you have done with the Lady Frances Carfax, whom you
brought away with you from Baden."
</p>
<p>
"I'd be very glad if you could tell me where that lady may be," Peters
answered coolly. "I've a bill against her for nearly a hundred pounds, and
nothing to show for it but a couple of trumpery pendants that the dealer
would hardly look at. She attached herself to Mrs. Peters and me at
Baden--it is a fact that I was using another name at the time--and she
stuck on to us until we came to London. I paid her bill and her ticket.
Once in London, she gave us the slip, and, as I say, left these
out-of-date jewels to pay her bills. You find her, Mr. Holmes, and I'm
your debtor."
</p>
<p>
"I MEAN to find her," said Sherlock Holmes. "I'm going through this house
till I do find her."
</p>
<p>
"Where is your warrant?"
</p>
<p>
Holmes half drew a revolver from his pocket. "This will have to serve till
a better one comes."
</p>
<p>
"Why, you're a common burglar."
</p>
<p>
"So you might describe me," said Holmes cheerfully. "My companion is also
a dangerous ruffian. And together we are going through your house."
</p>
<p>
Our opponent opened the door.
</p>
<p>
"Fetch a policeman, Annie!" said he. There was a whisk of feminine skirts
down the passage, and the hall door was opened and shut.
</p>
<p>
"Our time is limited, Watson," said Holmes. "If you try to stop us,
Peters, you will most certainly get hurt. Where is that coffin which was
brought into your house?"
</p>
<p>
"What do you want with the coffin? It is in use. There is a body in it."
</p>
<p>
"I must see the body."
</p>
<p>
"Never with my consent."
</p>
<p>
"Then without it." With a quick movement Holmes pushed the fellow to one
side and passed into the hall. A door half opened stood immediately before
us. We entered. It was the dining-room. On the table, under a half-lit
chandelier, the coffin was lying. Holmes turned up the gas and raised the
lid. Deep down in the recesses of the coffin lay an emaciated figure. The
glare from the lights above beat down upon an aged and withered face. By
no possible process of cruelty, starvation, or disease could this worn-out
wreck be the still beautiful Lady Frances. Holmes's face showed his
amazement, and also his relief.
</p>
<p>
"Thank God!" he muttered. "It's someone else."
</p>
<p>
"Ah, you've blundered badly for once, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said Peters,
who had followed us into the room.
</p>
<p>
"Who is the dead woman?"
</p>
<p>
"Well, if you really must know, she is an old nurse of my wife's, Rose
Spender by name, whom we found in the Brixton Workhouse Infirmary. We
brought her round here, called in Dr. Horsom, of 13 Firbank Villas--mind
you take the address, Mr. Holmes--and had her carefully tended, as
Christian folk should. On the third day she died--certificate says senile
decay--but that's only the doctor's opinion, and of course you know
better. We ordered her funeral to be carried out by Stimson and Co., of
the Kennington Road, who will bury her at eight o'clock to-morrow morning.
Can you pick any hole in that, Mr. Holmes? You've made a silly blunder,
and you may as well own up to it. I'd give something for a photograph of
your gaping, staring face when you pulled aside that lid expecting to see
the Lady Frances Carfax and only found a poor old woman of ninety."
</p>
<p>
Holmes's expression was as impassive as ever under the jeers of his
antagonist, but his clenched hands betrayed his acute annoyance.
</p>
<p>
"I am going through your house," said he.
</p>
<p>
"Are you, though!" cried Peters as a woman's voice and heavy steps sounded
in the passage. "We'll soon see about that. This way, officers, if you
please. These men have forced their way into my house, and I cannot get
rid of them. Help me to put them out."
</p>
<p>
A sergeant and a constable stood in the doorway. Holmes drew his card from
his case.
</p>
<p>
"This is my name and address. This is my friend, Dr. Watson."
</p>
<p>
"Bless you, sir, we know you very well," said the sergeant, "but you can't
stay here without a warrant."
</p>
<p>
"Of course not. I quite understand that."
</p>
<p>
"Arrest him!" cried Peters.
</p>
<p>
"We know where to lay our hands on this gentleman if he is wanted," said
the sergeant majestically, "but you'll have to go, Mr. Holmes."
</p>
<p>
"Yes, Watson, we shall have to go."
</p>
<p>
A minute later we were in the street once more. Holmes was as cool as
ever, but I was hot with anger and humiliation. The sergeant had followed
us.
</p>
<p>
"Sorry, Mr. Holmes, but that's the law."
</p>
<p>
"Exactly, Sergeant, you could not do otherwise."
</p>
<p>
"I expect there was good reason for your presence there. If there is
anything I can do--"
</p>
<p>
"It's a missing lady, Sergeant, and we think she is in that house. I
expect a warrant presently."
</p>
<p>
"Then I'll keep my eye on the parties, Mr. Holmes. If anything comes
along, I will surely let you know."
</p>
<p>
It was only nine o'clock, and we were off full cry upon the trail at once.
First we drove to Brixton Workhouse Infirmary, where we found that it was
indeed the truth that a charitable couple had called some days before,
that they had claimed an imbecile old woman as a former servant, and that
they had obtained permission to take her away with them. No surprise was
expressed at the news that she had since died.
</p>
<p>
The doctor was our next goal. He had been called in, had found the woman
dying of pure senility, had actually seen her pass away, and had signed
the certificate in due form. "I assure you that everything was perfectly
normal and there was no room for foul play in the matter," said he.
Nothing in the house had struck him as suspicious save that for people of
their class it was remarkable that they should have no servant. So far and
no further went the doctor.
</p>
<p>
Finally we found our way to Scotland Yard. There had been difficulties of
procedure in regard to the warrant. Some delay was inevitable. The
magistrate's signature might not be obtained until next morning. If Holmes
would call about nine he could go down with Lestrade and see it acted
upon. So ended the day, save that near midnight our friend, the sergeant,
called to say that he had seen flickering lights here and there in the
windows of the great dark house, but that no one had left it and none had
entered. We could but pray for patience and wait for the morrow.
</p>
<p>
Sherlock Holmes was too irritable for conversation and too restless for
sleep. I left him smoking hard, with his heavy, dark brows knotted
together, and his long, nervous fingers tapping upon the arms of his
chair, as he turned over in his mind every possible solution of the
mystery. Several times in the course of the night I heard him prowling
about the house. Finally, just after I had been called in the morning, he
rushed into my room. He was in his dressing-gown, but his pale,
hollow-eyed face told me that his night had been a sleepless one.
</p>
<p>
"What time was the funeral? Eight, was it not?" he asked eagerly. "Well,
it is 7:20 now. Good heavens, Watson, what has become of any brains that
God has given me? Quick, man, quick! It's life or death--a hundred chances
on death to one on life. I'll never forgive myself, never, if we are too
late!"
</p>
<p>
Five minutes had not passed before we were flying in a hansom down Baker
Street. But even so it was twenty-five to eight as we passed Big Ben, and
eight struck as we tore down the Brixton Road. But others were late as
well as we. Ten minutes after the hour the hearse was still standing at
the door of the house, and even as our foaming horse came to a halt the
coffin, supported by three men, appeared on the threshold. Holmes darted
forward and barred their way.
</p>
<p>
"Take it back!" he cried, laying his hand on the breast of the foremost.
"Take it back this instant!"
</p>
<p>
"What the devil do you mean? Once again I ask you, where is your warrant?"
shouted the furious Peters, his big red face glaring over the farther end
of the coffin.
</p>
<p>
"The warrant is on its way. The coffin shall remain in the house until it
comes."
</p>
<p>
The authority in Holmes's voice had its effect upon the bearers. Peters
had suddenly vanished into the house, and they obeyed these new orders.
"Quick, Watson, quick! Here is a screw-driver!" he shouted as the coffin
was replaced upon the table. "Here's one for you, my man! A sovereign if
the lid comes off in a minute! Ask no questions--work away! That's good!
Another! And another! Now pull all together! It's giving! It's giving! Ah,
that does it at last."
</p>
<p>
With a united effort we tore off the coffin-lid. As we did so there came
from the inside a stupefying and overpowering smell of chloroform. A body
lay within, its head all wreathed in cotton-wool, which had been soaked in
the narcotic. Holmes plucked it off and disclosed the statuesque face of a
handsome and spiritual woman of middle age. In an instant he had passed
his arm round the figure and raised her to a sitting position.
</p>
<p>
"Is she gone, Watson? Is there a spark left? Surely we are not too late!"
</p>
<p>
For half an hour it seemed that we were. What with actual suffocation, and
what with the poisonous fumes of the chloroform, the Lady Frances seemed
to have passed the last point of recall. And then, at last, with
artificial respiration, with injected ether, and with every device that
science could suggest, some flutter of life, some quiver of the eyelids,
some dimming of a mirror, spoke of the slowly returning life. A cab had
driven up, and Holmes, parting the blind, looked out at it. "Here is
Lestrade with his warrant," said he. "He will find that his birds have
flown. And here," he added as a heavy step hurried along the passage, "is
someone who has a better right to nurse this lady than we have. Good
morning, Mr. Green; I think that the sooner we can move the Lady Frances
the better. Meanwhile, the funeral may proceed, and the poor old woman who
still lies in that coffin may go to her last resting-place alone."
</p>
<p>
"Should you care to add the case to your annals, my dear Watson," said
Holmes that evening, "it can only be as an example of that temporary
eclipse to which even the best-balanced mind may be exposed. Such slips
are common to all mortals, and the greatest is he who can recognize and
repair them. To this modified credit I may, perhaps, make some claim. My
night was haunted by the thought that somewhere a clue, a strange
sentence, a curious observation, had come under my notice and had been too
easily dismissed. Then, suddenly, in the gray of the morning, the words
came back to me. It was the remark of the undertaker's wife, as reported
by Philip Green. She had said, 'It should be there before now. It took
longer, being out of the ordinary.' It was the coffin of which she spoke.
It had been out of the ordinary. That could only mean that it had been
made to some special measurement. But why? Why? Then in an instant I
remembered the deep sides, and the little wasted figure at the bottom. Why
so large a coffin for so small a body? To leave room for another body.
Both would be buried under the one certificate. It had all been so clear,
if only my own sight had not been dimmed. At eight the Lady Frances would
be buried. Our one chance was to stop the coffin before it left the house.
</p>
<p>
"It was a desperate chance that we might find her alive, but it WAS a
chance, as the result showed. These people had never, to my knowledge,
done a murder. They might shrink from actual violence at the last. The
could bury her with no sign of how she met her end, and even if she were
exhumed there was a chance for them. I hoped that such considerations
might prevail with them. You can reconstruct the scene well enough. You
saw the horrible den upstairs, where the poor lady had been kept so long.
They rushed in and overpowered her with their chloroform, carried her
down, poured more into the coffin to insure against her waking, and then
screwed down the lid. A clever device, Watson. It is new to me in the
annals of crime. If our ex-missionary friends escape the clutches of
Lestrade, I shall expect to hear of some brilliant incidents in their
future career."
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