THE END OF THE ISLANDER
Our meal was a merry one.Holmes could talk exceedingly well when he chose, and that night he did choose.He appeared to be in a state of nervous exaltation.I have never known him so brilliant.He spoke on a quick succession of subjects- on miracle plays, on mediaeval pottery, on Stradivarius violins, on the Buddhism of Ceylon, and on the warships of the future- handling each as though he had made a special study of it.His bright humour marked the reaction from his black depression of the preceding days.Athelney Jones proved to be a sociable soul in his hours of relaxation and faced his dinner with the air of a bon vivant.For myself, I felt elated at the thought that we were nearing the end of our task, and I caught something of Holmes's gaiety.None of us alluded during dinner to the cause which had brought us together.
When the cloth was cleared Holmes glanced at his watch and filled up three glasses with port.
"One bumper," said he, "to the success of our little expedition.And now it is high time we were off.Have you a pistol, Watson?""I have my old service-revolver in my desk."You had best take it, then.It is well to be prepared.I see that the cab is at the door.I ordered it for half-past six."It was a little past seven before we reached the Westminster wharf and found our launch awaiting us.Holmes eyed it critically.
"Is there anything to mark it as a police-boat?""Yes, that green lamp at the side."
"Then take it off."
The small change was made, we stepped on board, and the ropes were cast off.Jones, Holmes, and I sat in the stem.There was one man at the rudder, one to tend the engines, and two burly police-inspectors forward.
"Where to?" asked Jones.
"To the Tower.Tell them to stop opposite to Jacobson's Yard."Our craft was evidently a very fast one.We shot past the long lines of loaded barges as though they were stationary.Holmes smiled with satisfaction as we overhauled a river steamer and left her behind us.
"We ought to be able to catch anything on the river," he said.
"Well, hardly that.But there are not many launches to beat us.""We shall have to catch the Aurora, and she has a name for being a clipper.I will tell you how the land lies, Watson.You recollect how annoyed I was at being baulked by so small a thing?""Yes."
"Well, I gave my mind a thorough rest by plunging into a chemical analysis.One of our greatest statesmen has said that a change of work is the best rest.So it is.When I had succeeded in dissolving the hydrocarbon which I was at work at, I came back to our problem of the Sholtos, and thought the whole matter out again.My boys had been up the river and down the river without result.The launch was not at any landing-stage or wharf, nor had it returned.Yet it could hardly have been scuttled to hide their traces, though that always remained as a possible hypothesis if all else failed.I knew that this man Small had a certain degree of low cunning, but I did not think him capable of anything in the nature of delicate finesse.That is usually a product of higher education.I then reflected that since he had certainly been in London some time- as we had evidence that he maintained a continual watch over Pondicherry Lodge- he could hardly leave at a moment's notice, but would need some little time, if it were only a day, to arrange his affairs.That was the balance of probability, at any rate.""It seems to me to be a little weak," said I; "it is more probable that he had arranged his affairs before ever he set out upon his expedition.""No, I hardly think so.This lair of his would be too valuable a retreat in case of need for him to give it up until he was sure that he could do without it.But a second consideration struck me.Jonathan Small must have felt that the peculiar appearance of his companion, however much he may have top-coated him, would give rise to gossip, and possibly be associated with this Norwood tragedy.He was quite sharp enough to see that.They had started from their headquarters under cover of darkness,.and he would wish to get back before it was broad light.Now, it was past three o'clock, according to Mrs.
Smith, when they got the boat.It would be quite bright, and people would be about in an hour or so.Therefore, I argued, they did not go very far.They paid Smith well to hold his tongue, reserved his launch for the final escape, and hurried to their lodgings with the treasure-box.In a couple of nights, when they had time to see what view the papers took, and whether there was any suspicion, they would make their way under cover of darkness to some ship at Gravesend or in the Downs, where no doubt they had already arranged for passages to America or the Colonies.""But the launch? They could not have taken that to their lodgings.""Quite so.I argued that the launch must be no great way off, in spite of its invisibility.I then put myself in the place of Small and looked at it as a man of his capacity would.He would probably consider that to send back the launch or to keep it at a wharf would make pursuit easy if the police did happen to get on his track.How, then, could he conceal the launch and yet have her at hand when wanted? I wondered what I should do myself if I were in his shoes.Icould only think of one way of doing it.I might hand the launch over to some boat-builder or repairer, with directions to make a trifling change in her.She would then be removed to his shed or yard, and so be effectually concealed, while at the same time I could have her at a few hours' notice.""That seems ****** enough."
