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What a whimsical tale Dr. Watson has to tell of Jabez Wilson and “The Red-Headed League!” Between the laughter and the mirth that Holmes teases out of the tale, there emerges a dastardly crime so cunning that only Holmes himself could solve it.  John Clay, the “fourth smartest man in London,” according to Holmes, and … Continue reading NEW! Perhaps the Most Popular of all Sherlock Holmes Stories, “The Adventure of the Red-Headed League!” →

A Criminal ThursdayFirst a look at the events of the dayThen The Shadow starring Orson Welles and Agnes Moorehead, originally broadcast January 16, 1938, 87 years ago,  Sabotage.  A small tube of nitroglycerine helps the Shadow to break up a spy ring run by the strange Dr. Arnheim. Followed by Dr. Christian starring Gene Hersholdt, originally broadcast January 16, 1938, 87 years ago, The Flood.  Doctor Christian is needed during a flood. Then Dark Fantasy, originally broadcast January 16, 1942, 83 years ago, Debt From the Past starring Jane Wyatt.  A strange and weird adventure, laid in modern America with the flavor of the nineteenth century. The story of a businessman who was almost too honest, who found a method of paying a long-standing debt of honor, although thirty years in his grave.Followed by The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes starring John Gielgud and Ralph Richardson, originally broadcast January 16, 1955, 69 years ago, The Case Of The Red-Headed League . Jabez Wilson, a London pawnbroker, consults Holmes and Dr. Watson about a peculiar situation involving a job offer from an organization called the “Red-Headed League.”Finally, Superman, originally broadcast January 16, 1942, 83 years ago, Lita the Leopard Woman.   A Japanese sub is attacking the ship on which the only doctor that can save Jimmy Olsen's life is a passenger. Superman plays catch with the sub's torpedoes after they're launched. Jimmy Olsen will live!Thanks to Honeywell for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamIf you like what we do here, visit our friend Jay at http://radio.macinmind.com for great old time radio shows 24 hours a dayhttps://

Jabez Wilson is exorbitantly paid to copy the Encyclopedia Britannica at a certain time and place every day. Is he right to be suspicious? Arthur Conan Doyle, today on The Classic Tales Podcast.  Welcome to this Vintage Episode of The Classic Tales Podcast. Thank you for listening. Two Vintage Episodes are released each week, so be sure to check your feed regularly. New episodes will be available every Friday. Please help us to keep the Vintage Episodes coming by going to http://classictalesaudiobooks.com. Become a supporter, tell your friends, order an audiobook, or send us an email. You can also give us a review on Apple Podcasts. Every little bit helps. Thank you so much.  The Adventure of the Red-Headed League is one of 12 Sherlock Holmes stories comprising The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. It is one of the 56 short stories in the Sherlock Holmes canon. It was originally published in the Strand Magazine in August 1891.  One thing to note – the dates in the story don't match the characters' descriptions of time passing. Wilson first discovers the advertisement for the League on April 27, 1890, works for 8 weeks, finishing at the end of June. However, the story begins as “one day in autumn”, and describes the league closing on October 9, 1890.  The story is still great, but nitpickers are going to nitpick, so we thought we'd point it out.  And now, The Adventure of the Red-Headed League, by Arthur Conan Doyle.  Follow this link to become a monthly supporter:   Follow this link to subscribe to our YouTube Channel:   Follow this link to subscribe to the Arsène Lupin Podcast:   Follow this link to follow us on Instagram:   Follow this link to follow us on Facebook:    Follow this link to follow us on TikTok:    

Welcome back to another thrilling episode of Bad Dads Film Review! Fellow Dads, it's time to cozy up, perhaps with a cup of your favorite brew, as we immerse ourselves in the captivating world of Sherlock Holmes, with a spotlight on one of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's cheekiest tales: "The Red-Headed League."Imagine answering an advertisement because of the color of your hair! Jabez Wilson, a straightforward pawnbroker, finds himself caught up in such a bizarre scheme. At first, it all seems innocent enough—copying out the Encyclopedia Britannica for a handsome wage. But as the story unfurls, it's evident that things are not what they seem. And who better to unravel these threads of mystery than our iconic detective duo, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson?Conan Doyle's knack for blending humor with suspense is truly a treat in this story. The whole idea of forming a league just for red-headed men? It's equal parts absurd and brilliant! As Dads, we can't help but chuckle thinking about how many of us would've even qualified for such a league.Speaking of Holmes and Watson, their camaraderie is friendship goals, isn't it? They're the perfect pair, complementing each other's strengths and quirks. It's heartwarming to see, and it reminds us of the partnerships we cherish in our own lives. Whether it's with our co-parents, our buddies, or that one friend who's always up for a DIY challenge, there's a little bit of Holmes and Watson in all of us.And, of course, we can't forget Holmes' uncanny deductive skills. There's always that delightful 'aha' moment in every Holmes story, where he pieces everything together. It's moments like these that make us wonder: Could we perhaps channel a bit of that Sherlockian brilliance the next time we're trying to figure out which of our little rascals is responsible for the cookie jar heist?So, whether you're a seasoned Holmes aficionado or simply in the mood for a captivating tale, pull up a chair with us on Bad Dads Film Review. Dive into the mystery, relish the camaraderie, and enjoy the heartwarming blend of suspense and humor. The adventure awaits!We love to hear from our listeners! By which I mean we tolerate it. If it hasn't been completely destroyed yet you can usually find us on twitter @dads_film, on Facebook Bad Dads Film Review, on email at baddadsjsy@gmail.com or on our website baddadsfilm.com. Until next time, we remain... Bad Dads

A new game is afoot! Join Holmes and Watson as they meet Jabez Wilson, who is utterly unremarkable except for his blazing red head. Wilson introduces them to the bizarre and mysterious Red-Headed League, asking Holmes to investigate its behavior. What could it mean? Let this new mystery help take you on a journey into deep and restful sleep. ----- Welcome to the Sherlock Holmes Bedtime Stories podcast. Each episode is a section of a classic Sherlock Holmes story, read in soothing tones and set to calming music to help you fall asleep.

The Red-headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle (...) “So far I had got when we went to visit the scene of action. I surprised you by beating upon the pavement with my stick. I was ascertaining whether the cellar stretched out in front or behind. It was not in front. Then I rang the bell, and, as I hoped, the assistant answered it. We have had some skirmishes, but we had never set eyes upon each other before. I hardly looked at his face. His knees were what I wished to see. You must yourself have remarked how worn, wrinkled, and stained they were. They spoke of those hours of burrowing. The only remaining point was what they were burrowing for. I walked round the corner, saw the City and Suburban Bank abutted on our friend's premises, and felt that I had solved my problem. When you drove home after the concert I called upon Scotland Yard and upon the chairman of the bank directors, with the result that you have seen.” “And how could you tell that they would make their attempt to-night?” I asked. “Well, when they closed their League offices that was a sign that they cared no longer about Mr. Jabez Wilson's presence—in other words, that they had completed their tunnel. But it was essential that they should use it soon, as it might be discovered, or the bullion might be removed. Saturday would suit them better than any other day, as it would give them two days for their escape. For all these reasons I expected them to come to-night.” “You reasoned it out beautifully,” I exclaimed in unfeigned admiration. “It is so long a chain, and yet every link rings true.” “It saved me from ennui,” he answered, yawning. “Alas! I already feel it closing in upon me. My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence. These little problems help me to do so.” “And you are a benefactor of the race,” said I. He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, perhaps, after all, it is of some little use,” he remarked. “‘L'homme c'est rien—l'œuvre c'est tout,' as Gustave Flaubert wrote to George Sand.” (End of the story)

“Well, when they closed their League offices that was a sign that they cared no longer about Mr. Jabez Wilson's presence—in other words, that they had completed their tunnel. But it was essential that they should use it soon, as it might be discovered, or the bullion might be removed. Saturday would suit them better than any other day, as it would give them two days for their escape. For all these reasons I expected them to come to-night.” “You reasoned it out beautifully,” I exclaimed in unfeigned admiration. “It is so long a chain, and yet every link rings true.” ------------- 지난 줄거리: 왓슨은 홈즈에게 그들이 오늘밤에 일을 시도하리라는 것을 어떻게 알았느냐고 묻습니다. “Well, when they closed their League offices (그게 말이지, 그들이 연맹 사무실을 폐쇄했을 때) that was a sign (그건 신호였어) that they cared no longer about Mr. Jabez Wilson's presence (그들이 자베즈 윌슨 씨가 집에 있는지에 대해 더 이상 신경쓰지 않게 되었다는) ✔✔✔ presence: 존재함, 출석. 그들은 터널을 만드는 동안 윌슨의 absence(집에 없음)가 필요했습니다. —in other words, that they had completed their tunnel. (-달리 말하면, 그들이 터널을 완료했다는) [신호였어] But it was essential that they should use it soon, (그런데 그들이 그 터널을 곧 사용해야 한다는 건 필수였지.) ✔✔✔ essential: 필수불가결한, 중요한. as it might be discovered, or the bullion might be removed. (그 터널이 발견될 수도 있거나, 금괴가 옮겨질 수도 있으니까.) ✔✔✔ bullion: 금괴 remove: 제거하다, 치우다. ✔✔✔ Saturday would suit them better than any other day, (토요일은 다른 어떤 날보다 그들에게 딱 좋았을 거야.) ✔✔✔ suit: 어울리다, 적합하다, 딱 좋다. as it would give them two days for their escape. (그러면 도망가는 데 이틀이 주어질 테니까.) For all these reasons I expected them to come to-night.” (이 모든 이유로 해서 나는 그들이 오늘밤에 올 거라 예상했지.) “You reasoned it out beautifully,” (아름답게 추리해 냈군.) ✔✔✔ reason: 추론하다, 근거를 바탕으로 합리적인 결론을 내다. I exclaimed in unfeigned admiration. (나는 진심으로 탄복하여 외쳤다.) ✔✔✔ exclaim: 외치다. unfeigned: 진실한, 거짓 없는. admiration: 감탄, 칭찬, 존경. ✔✔✔ “It is so long a chain, and yet every link rings true.” (참으로 긴 사슬인데, 모든 연결 고리가 맞아떨어지네.) ✔✔✔ so long a chain: so 뒤에 형용사와 명사가 함께 올 경우, 관습적으로 관사를 형용사 뒤로 보냅니다. 하지만 만약 so 대신 such를 쓴다면 such a long chain처럼 씁니다. and yet: 그런데도 link: 연결 고리 ring true: 진짜처럼 들린다. 그럴듯하다. ✔✔✔

Jabez Wilson, prêteur sur gages, demande de l'aide à Sherlock Holmes après avoir intégré une certaine Ligue des rouquins. Sélectionné pour sa flamboyante chevelure rousse, un individu exentrique et philanthrope, lui fait une proposition qu'il ne peut refuser. Il devra quitter sa boutique chaque matin pour recopier l'encyclopédie britannique, contre une somme non négligeable. Un jour, Wilson trouve porte close pour cause de dissolution de la Ligue. Une histoire extravagante qui saura éveiller la curiosité de Sherlock Holmes. *** Fiction radiophonique diffusée dans l'émission “Les enquêtes de Sherlock Holmes”, de Maurice Renault - D'après une nouvelle d'Arthur Conan Doyle - Réalisation : Abder Isker - Adaptation : Jean Marcillac - Première diffusion : 27/10/1958 sur la RTF - Avec : Maurice Teynac, Pierre Mondy, Berthe Bovy, Jacques Marin, René Beriard, Maurice Ducasse, Pierre Destailles, Dominique Buckardt, Henri Crémieux et Gaston Rey - Un podcast INA.

The Red-headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle (...) We travelled by the Underground as far as Aldersgate; and a short walk took us to Saxe-Coburg Square, the scene of the singular story which we had listened to in the morning. It was a poky, little, shabby-genteel place, where four lines of dingy two-storied brick houses looked out into a small railed-in enclosure, where a lawn of weedy grass and a few clumps of faded laurel bushes made a hard fight against a smoke-laden and uncongenial atmosphere. Three gilt balls and a brown board with “JABEZ WILSON” in white letters, upon a corner house, announced the place where our red-headed client carried on his business. Sherlock Holmes stopped in front of it with his head on one side and looked it all over, with his eyes shining brightly between puckered lids. Then he walked slowly up the street, and then down again to the corner, still looking keenly at the houses. Finally he returned to the pawnbroker's, and, having thumped vigorously upon the pavement with his stick two or three times, he went up to the door and knocked. It was instantly opened by a bright-looking, clean-shaven young fellow, who asked him to step in. “Thank you,” said Holmes, “I only wished to ask you how you would go from here to the Strand.” “Third right, fourth left,” answered the assistant promptly, closing the door. “Smart fellow, that,” observed Holmes as we walked away. “He is, in my judgment, the fourth smartest man in London, and for daring I am not sure that he has not a claim to be third. I have known something of him before.” “Evidently,” said I, “Mr. Wilson's assistant counts for a good deal in this mystery of the Red-headed League. I am sure that you inquired your way merely in order that you might see him.” “Not him.” “What then?” “The knees of his trousers.” “And what did you see?” “What I expected to see.” “Why did you beat the pavement?” “My dear doctor, this is a time for observation, not for talk. We are spies in an enemy's country. We know something of Saxe-Coburg Square. Let us now explore the parts which lie behind it.” The road in which we found ourselves as we turned round the corner from the retired Saxe-Coburg Square presented as great a contrast to it as the front of a picture does to the back. It was one of the main arteries which conveyed the traffic of the City to the north and west. The roadway was blocked with the immense stream of commerce flowing in a double tide inward and outward, while the footpaths were black with the hurrying swarm of pedestrians. It was difficult to realise as we looked at the line of fine shops and stately business premises that they really abutted on the other side upon the faded and stagnant square which we had just quitted. “Let me see,” said Holmes, standing at the corner and glancing along the line, “I should like just to remember the order of the houses here. It is a hobby of mine to have an exact knowledge of London. There is Mortimer's, the tobacconist, the little newspaper shop, the Coburg branch of the City and Suburban Bank, the Vegetarian Restaurant, and McFarlane's carriage-building depot. That carries us right on to the other block. And now, Doctor, we've done our work, so it's time we had some play. A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony, and there are no red-headed clients to vex us with their conundrums.” (...)

We travelled by the Underground as far as Aldersgate; and a short walk took us to Saxe-Coburg Square, the scene of the singular story which we had listened to in the morning. It was a poky, little, shabby-genteel place, where four lines of dingy two-storied brick houses looked out into a small railed-in enclosure, where a lawn of weedy grass and a few clumps of faded laurel bushes made a hard fight against a smoke-laden and uncongenial atmosphere. Three gilt balls and a brown board with “JABEZ WILSON” in white letters, upon a corner house, announced the place where our red-headed client carried on his business. ------------------ 지난 줄거리: 추리를 마친 홈즈는 왓슨에게 사라사테 연주를 들으러 더 시티 금융가를 가로질러 가자고 합니다. We travelled by the Underground (우리는 지하철을 타고 이동했다) ✔✔✔ Underground: 영국에서는 1863년에 세계 최초로 지하로 가는 기차인 '메트로폴리탄 레일웨이'(Metropolitan Railway)가 개통했습니다. 세계 최초로 전기를 이용하는 전철선인 '시티 앤드 사우스 런던 레일웨이'(City & South London Railway)는 1890년 11월에 개통했습니다. 이 소설의 현재 시점은 1890년 6월(자베즈 윌슨이 붉은 머리 연맹 광고를 본 신문의 날짜가 4월 27일. 12편을 참고하세요.)이므로, 홈즈와 왓슨은 메트로폴리탄 철도를 이용했을 것입니다. 한편 영국에서 지하철 또는 전철을 부르는 이름은 the Underground 또는 the Tube입니다. as far as Aldersgate; (앨더스게이트까지) ✔✔✔ as far as: '...에 관한 한'이라는 뜻이 있지만, 여기서는 말 그대로 '...만큼 멀리'라는 뜻입니다. Aldersgate: 현재 이름은 '바비칸'(Barbican) 역이라고 합니다. '더 시티' 행정구역에 속해 있습니다. ✔✔✔ and a short walk took us to Saxe-Coburg Square, (그리고 짧게 걸어 '색스 코버그 스퀘어'까지 갔다.) ✔✔✔ Saxe-Coburg Square: 런던에 실존하는 장소는 아닙니다. 코난 도일이 가상으로 명명한 장소입니다. the scene of the singular story (그 특이한 이야기의 무대) ✔✔✔ 앞의 지명과 콤마로 연결된 동격입니다. scene: 장면, 무대, 현장 ✔✔✔ which we had listened to in the morning. (오전에 우리가 그 이야기를 들었던) [그 특이한 이야기의 무대인 '색스 코버그 스퀘어'까지 갔다] ✔✔✔ which는 앞의 the singular story를 꾸미는 관계대명사입니다. It was a poky, little, shabby-genteel place, (그곳은 볼품없고, 작고, 허세가 느껴지는 장소였다) ✔✔✔ poky: 초라한, 볼품없는 shabby: 초라한, 보잘것없는 genteel: (비꼬는 투로) 품위 있어 보이는 shabby-genteel: 없으면서도 있어 보이려고 하는, 허세 부리는 ✔✔✔ where four lines of dingy two-storied brick houses looked out (칙칙한 2층 벽돌 집 4줄이 [어떤 전망을] 내다보고 있는) ✔✔✔ dingy: 칙칙한, 어둡고 지저분한 two-storied: 2층의 brick: 벽돌 look out: 내다보다. 건물이 '밖을 내다본다'는 것은 '어떠한 전망을 갖고 있다'는 뜻입니다. ✔✔✔ into a small railed-in enclosure, [칙칙한 2층 벽돌집 4줄이] (울타리로 둘러싸인 작은 땅을) [내다보고 있는 볼품없는 장소였다] ✔✔✔ railed-in: 울타리로 둘러싸인 enclosure: 울타리로 둘러싸여 폐쇄된 땅 ✔✔✔ where a lawn of weedy grass and a few clumps of faded laurel bushes (그리고 잡초 무성한 잔디밭과 색 바랜 월계수 덤불 몇 덩이가) ✔✔✔ lawn: 잔디밭 weedy: 잡초가 무성한 clump: 덤불, 덩어리. 나무가 뭉쳐서 덤불을 이룬 것. faded: 색 바랜 laurel: 월계수 bush: 덤불, 관목, 작고 잔가지가 많은 나무. clump는 나무들이 뭉쳐 있는 형태를 나타내는 말이고, bush는 tree라고 부르기는 어려운 나무 자체를 가리킵니다. ✔✔✔ made a hard fight (힘든 싸움을 하고 있었다) against a smoke-laden and uncongenial atmosphere. (연기가 가득하고 불쾌한 분위기에 대항해서) ✔✔✔ smoke-laden: 연기가 가득한. '-laden'은 앞에 오는 것(대체로 부정적인 것)으로 가득 차 있다는 뜻입니다. uncongenial: 좋지 않은. 도움이 되지 않는. 여기서는 잔디와 월계수의 생육에 좋지 않은 분위기라는 뜻으로 볼 수 있습니다. atmosphere: 분위기 ✔✔✔ Three gilt balls and a brown board with “JABEZ WILSON” in white letters, upon a corner house, (구석 집 위에, 금박을 입힌 공 3개와 흰색 글씨로 '자베즈 윌슨'이라고 적힌 갈색 간판이) ✔✔✔ gilt: gild(도금하다, 금박을 입히다)의 과거분사형입니다. 금박을 입힌. announced the place (그 장소임을 알려주었다) ✔✔✔ announce: 공표하다, 알리다, 암시하다 where our red-headed client carried on his business. (우리의 붉은 머리 고객이 그의 사업을 영위하는) [장소임을 알려주었다]

The Red-headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle (...) “And you did very wisely,” said Holmes. “Your case is an exceedingly remarkable one, and I shall be happy to look into it. From what you have told me I think that it is possible that graver issues hang from it than might at first sight appear.” “Grave enough!” said Mr. Jabez Wilson. “Why, I have lost four pound a week.” “As far as you are personally concerned,” remarked Holmes, “I do not see that you have any grievance against this extraordinary league. On the contrary, you are, as I understand, richer by some £ 30, to say nothing of the minute knowledge which you have gained on every subject which comes under the letter A. You have lost nothing by them.” “No, sir. But I want to find out about them, and who they are, and what their object was in playing this prank—if it was a prank—upon me. It was a pretty expensive joke for them, for it cost them two and thirty pounds.” “We shall endeavour to clear up these points for you. And, first, one or two questions, Mr. Wilson. This assistant of yours who first called your attention to the advertisement—how long had he been with you?” “About a month then.” “How did he come?” “In answer to an advertisement.” “Was he the only applicant?” “No, I had a dozen.” “Why did you pick him?” “Because he was handy and would come cheap.” “At half wages, in fact.” “Yes.” “What is he like, this Vincent Spaulding?” “Small, stout-built, very quick in his ways, no hair on his face, though he's not short of thirty. Has a white splash of acid upon his forehead.” Holmes sat up in his chair in considerable excitement. “I thought as much,” said he. “Have you ever observed that his ears are pierced for earrings?” “Yes, sir. He told me that a gipsy had done it for him when he was a lad.” “Hum!” said Holmes, sinking back in deep thought. “He is still with you?” “Oh, yes, sir; I have only just left him.” “And has your business been attended to in your absence?” “Nothing to complain of, sir. There's never very much to do of a morning.” “That will do, Mr. Wilson. I shall be happy to give you an opinion upon the subject in the course of a day or two. To-day is Saturday, and I hope that by Monday we may come to a conclusion.” “Well, Watson,” said Holmes when our visitor had left us, “what do you make of it all?” “I make nothing of it,” I answered frankly. “It is a most mysterious business.” “As a rule,” said Holmes, “the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify. But I must be prompt over this matter.” “What are you going to do, then?” I asked. “To smoke,” he answered. “It is quite a three pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.” He curled himself up in his chair, with his thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and there he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay pipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird. I had come to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep, and indeed was nodding myself, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with the gesture of a man who has made up his mind and put his pipe down upon the mantelpiece. “Sarasate plays at the St. James's Hall this afternoon,” he remarked. “What do you think, Watson? Could your patients spare you for a few hours?” “I have nothing to do to-day. My practice is never very absorbing.” “Then put on your hat and come. I am going through the City first, and we can have some lunch on the way. I observe that there is a good deal of German music on the programme, which is rather more to my taste than Italian or French. It is introspective, and I want to introspect. Come along!” (...)

“And you did very wisely,” said Holmes. “Your case is an exceedingly remarkable one, and I shall be happy to look into it. From what you have told me I think that it is possible that graver issues hang from it than might at first sight appear.” “Grave enough!” said Mr. Jabez Wilson. “Why, I have lost four pound a week.” “As far as you are personally concerned,” remarked Holmes, “I do not see that you have any grievance against this extraordinary league. On the contrary, you are, as I understand, richer by some £ 30, to say nothing of the minute knowledge which you have gained on every subject which comes under the letter A. You have lost nothing by them.” “No, sir. But I want to find out about them, and who they are, and what their object was in playing this prank—if it was a prank—upon me. It was a pretty expensive joke for them, for it cost them two and thirty pounds.” -------------- 지난 줄거리: 붉은 머리 연맹의 갑작스런 해산에 당황한 윌슨은 도움을 얻기 위해 홈즈를 찾아왔다며 긴 이야기를 마무리합니다. “And you did very wisely,” said Holmes. ("매우 현명하게 행동하셨습니다." 홈즈가 말했다.) “Your case is an exceedingly remarkable one, ("선생님 사건은 굉장히 특별한 것이며) ✔✔✔ exceedingly: 굉장히, 대단히, 극도로 remarkable: 특별한 one: 앞의 your case에서 case(사건)를 받는 대명사입니다. ✔✔✔ and I shall be happy to look into it. (저는 기꺼이 그것을 들여다볼 것입니다.) ✔✔✔ shall: 옛 소설에서 shall은 그냥 will처럼 해석하면 됩니다. From what you have told me (선생님이 해주신 이야기에서) I think that it is possible that (저는 ...이 가능하다고 생각합니다) [that절 이하가 가능하다고 생각합니다] graver issues hang from it than might at first sight appear.” (첫눈에 보이는 것보다 더 중대한 문제가 그 사건에 걸려 있다) [라는 사실이 가능하다고 생각합니다] ✔✔✔ grave: 중대한, 엄숙한. graver는 비교급입니다. graver issues hang [than might appear]: [보일 수도 있는 것보다] 더 중대한 문제가 걸려 있다 graver issues hang than might [at first sight] appear: [첫눈에] 보일 수도 있는 것보다 더 중대한 문제가 걸려 있다. 지금도 쓰이는 중요한 비교급 구문입니다. '...보다'라는 뜻의 than이 뒷부분에서 사실상 주어 역할을 합니다. '것'이라는 의미도 포함됩니다. This is bigger than lies before you. 네 앞에 놓인 것보다 이게 더 크다. ✔✔✔ “Grave enough!” said Mr. Jabez Wilson. ("중요하다마다요!" 자베즈 윌슨이 말했다.) ✔✔✔ grave enough: 충분히 중대하다. 즉 '중대하다'라는 말에 적극 공감한다는 뜻입니다. “Why, I have lost four pound a week.” ("아니, 저는 주급 4파운드를 잃었다니까요.") “As far as you are personally concerned,” remarked Holmes, ("선생님 개인적인 측면에서는" 홈즈가 이야기했다.) ✔✔✔ as far as I am concerned: 나로 말할 것 같으면, 내 얘기를 하자면 remark: 이야기하다 ✔✔✔ “I do not see that ("저는 ...라고 생각하지 않습니다") you have any grievance against this extraordinary league. (선생님이 이 특이한 연맹에 어떤 불만이 있다고는) [생각하지 않습니다] ✔✔✔ grievance: 불만 On the contrary, (반대로) you are, as I understand, richer by some £ 30, (제가 보기에 선생님은 대충 30파운드 정도 더 부유해졌습니다) ✔✔✔ you are richer by 30: 30만큼 더 벌었다 some: 숫자 앞에서 '대략 그쯤되는'의 의미를 더합니다. ✔✔✔ to say nothing of the minute knowledge (사소한 지식은 물론이거니와) ✔✔✔ to say nothing of: ...는 말할 필요도 없다, ...임은 물론이다, (너무 당연해서) 굳이 언급할 필요도 없다 minute: 사소한. '마이뉴트'라고 읽습니다. 시간의 분을 의미하는 minute와 동일한 단어지만 뜻도 발음도 다르게 씁니다. ✔✔✔ which you have gained (그동안 얻은) [사소한 지식] ✔✔✔ 관계대명사 which는 앞의 the minute knowledge(사소한 지식)을 꾸며 줍니다. on every subject which comes under the letter A. (A자 항목의 모든 주제에 관한) [그동안 얻은 사소한 지식] ✔✔✔ on: '...에 관한' every subject: 모든 주제 every subject [which comes under A]: [A자 아래에 오는] 모든 주제 ✔✔✔ You have lost nothing by them.” (그들 때문에 선생님이 잃은 건 없습니다.") “No, sir. ("잃은 건 없죠, 홈즈 선생님.") ✔✔✔ no는 앞의 홈즈 말에 동의하는 대답입니다. 홈즈가 you have lost nothing(아무것도 잃지 않았다)라고 부정문으로 말했으므로, 윌슨도 no(잃지 않았다)라고 부정 대답으로 홈즈 말에 동의합니다. But I want to find out about them, (그렇지만 저는 알고 싶습니다 그들에 대해서) and who they are, (그들이 누구인지) and what their object was (그들의 목적이 무엇이었는지) in playing this prank—if it was a prank—upon me. (만약 이게 장난이었다면, 저한테 이런 장난을 친) [그들의 목적이 무엇이었는지] [에 대해 알고 싶습니다] ✔✔✔ prank: 못된 장난 It was a pretty expensive joke for them, (그들에게는 상당히 비싼 장난이었죠) for it cost them two and thirty pounds.” (왜냐면 그들에게 32파운드가 들었으니까요.) ✔✔✔ 주당 4파운드씩 8주 동안 지급했으니 그들은 32파운드를 쓴 셈입니다.

The Red-headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle (Part 6) (...) “There was nothing in the office but a couple of wooden chairs and a deal table, behind which sat a small man with a head that was even redder than mine. He said a few words to each candidate as he came up, and then he always managed to find some fault in them which would disqualify them. Getting a vacancy did not seem to be such a very easy matter, after all. However, when our turn came the little man was much more favourable to me than to any of the others, and he closed the door as we entered, so that he might have a private word with us. “‘This is Mr. Jabez Wilson,' said my assistant, ‘and he is willing to fill a vacancy in the League.' “‘And he is admirably suited for it,' the other answered. ‘He has every requirement. I cannot recall when I have seen anything so fine.' He took a step backward, cocked his head on one side, and gazed at my hair until I felt quite bashful. Then suddenly he plunged forward, wrung my hand, and congratulated me warmly on my success. “‘It would be injustice to hesitate,' said he. ‘You will, however, I am sure, excuse me for taking an obvious precaution.' With that he seized my hair in both his hands, and tugged until I yelled with the pain. ‘There is water in your eyes,' said he as he released me. ‘I perceive that all is as it should be. But we have to be careful, for we have twice been deceived by wigs and once by paint. I could tell you tales of cobbler's wax which would disgust you with human nature.' He stepped over to the window and shouted through it at the top of his voice that the vacancy was filled. A groan of disappointment came up from below, and the folk all trooped away in different directions until there was not a red-head to be seen except my own and that of the manager. “‘My name,' said he, ‘is Mr. Duncan Ross, and I am myself one of the pensioners upon the fund left by our noble benefactor. Are you a married man, Mr. Wilson? Have you a family?' “I answered that I had not. “His face fell immediately. “‘Dear me!' he said gravely, ‘that is very serious indeed! I am sorry to hear you say that. The fund was, of course, for the propagation and spread of the red-heads as well as for their maintenance. It is exceedingly unfortunate that you should be a bachelor.' “My face lengthened at this, Mr. Holmes, for I thought that I was not to have the vacancy after all; but after thinking it over for a few minutes he said that it would be all right. “‘In the case of another,' said he, ‘the objection might be fatal, but we must stretch a point in favour of a man with such a head of hair as yours. When shall you be able to enter upon your new duties?' “‘Well, it is a little awkward, for I have a business already,' said I. “‘Oh, never mind about that, Mr. Wilson!' said Vincent Spaulding. ‘I should be able to look after that for you.' “‘What would be the hours?' I asked. “‘Ten to two.' “Now a pawnbroker's business is mostly done of an evening, Mr. Holmes, especially Thursday and Friday evening, which is just before pay-day; so it would suit me very well to earn a little in the mornings. Besides, I knew that my assistant was a good man, and that he would see to anything that turned up. “‘That would suit me very well,' said I. ‘And the pay?' “‘Is £ 4 a week.' “‘And the work?' “‘Is purely nominal.' “‘What do you call purely nominal?' “‘Well, you have to be in the office, or at least in the building, the whole time. If you leave, you forfeit your whole position forever. The will is very clear upon that point. You don't comply with the conditions if you budge from the office during that time.' “‘It's only four hours a day, and I should not think of leaving,' said I. “‘No excuse will avail,' said Mr. Duncan Ross; ‘neither sickness nor business nor anything else. There you must stay, or you lose your billet.' “‘And the work?' “‘Is to copy out the Encyclopædia Britannica. There is the first volume of it in that press. You must find your own ink, pens, and blotting-paper, but we provide this table and chair. Will you be ready to-morrow?' “‘Certainly,' I answered. “‘Then, good-bye, Mr. Jabez Wilson, and let me congratulate you once more on the important position which you have been fortunate enough to gain.' He bowed me out of the room and I went home with my assistant, hardly knowing what to say or do, I was so pleased at my own good fortune. (...)

“‘And the work?' “‘Is to copy out the Encyclopædia Britannica. There is the first volume of it in that press. You must find your own ink, pens, and blotting-paper, but we provide this table and chair. Will you be ready to-morrow?' “‘Certainly,' I answered. “‘Then, good-bye, Mr. Jabez Wilson, and let me congratulate you once more on the important position which you have been fortunate enough to gain.' He bowed me out of the room and I went home with my assistant, hardly knowing what to say or do, I was so pleased at my own good fortune. --------------------- 지난 줄거리: 덩컨 로스는 윌슨에게 매일 10시부터 2시까지 반드시 사무실 안에서 자리를 지켜야 한다고 설명합니다. “‘And the work?' ('그래서 일은요?') “‘Is to copy out the Encyclopædia Britannica. ('브리태니커 백과사전을 베끼는 것입니다.') There is the first volume of it in that press. ('저 책장 안에 백과사전 제1권이 있습니다.') ✔✔✔ press: 구석진 곳에 있는 책장 You must find your own ink, pens, and blotting-paper, ('선생님은 직접 잉크, 펜, 종이를 찾으셔야 합니다.') ✔✔✔ find: 여기서는 사실상 '찾아서 가져오라'는 뜻입니다. blotting paper: 잉크 흡수가 좋은 종이 ✔✔✔ but we provide this table and chair. ('하지만 우리는 이 탁자와 의자를 제공합니다.') ✔✔✔ provide: 제공하다 Will you be ready to-morrow?' ('내일 준비되실까요?') “‘Certainly,' I answered. ('물론이죠' 제가 대답했습니다.) “‘Then, good-bye, Mr. Jabez Wilson, ('그럼, 안녕히 가십시오, 자베즈 윌슨 씨') and let me congratulate you once more ('그리고 한 번 더 축하드립니다') on the important position ('그 중요한 자리에 대해서') which you have been fortunate enough to gain.' ('운 좋게 획득하신') [그 중요한 자리] ✔✔✔ you have been fortunate enough: 당신은 운이 좋았다 [you have been fortunate enough] to gain the position : 그 자리를 얻을 만큼 [당신은 운이 좋았다]. 여기서 the position 대신 관계대명사 which가 gain의 목적어가 됩니다. '얻을 만큼 당신이 운 좋았던 그 중요한 자리에 대해 한 번 더 축하드립니다' ✔✔✔ He bowed me out of the room (그는 제게 목례를 하며 사무실 밖으로 안내했고) ✔✔✔ bow: 고개를 숙여 인사하다. bow me into the room: 나에게 고개 숙여 인사하고 방으로 안내하다. ✔✔✔ and I went home with my assistant, (저는 제 조수와 함께 집에 갔습니다) hardly knowing what to say or do, (무슨 말 또는 행동을 해야 할지 거의 알지 못한 채) ✔✔✔ hardly know: 거의 알지 못하다 I was so pleased at my own good fortune. (저는 저의 행운에 너무나 기뻤습니다.)

“‘This is Mr. Jabez Wilson,' said my assistant, ‘and he is willing to fill a vacancy in the League.' “‘And he is admirably suited for it,' the other answered. ‘He has every requirement. I cannot recall when I have seen anything so fine.' He took a step backward, cocked his head on one side, and gazed at my hair until I felt quite bashful. Then suddenly he plunged forward, wrung my hand, and congratulated me warmly on my success. “‘It would be injustice to hesitate,' said he. ‘You will, however, I am sure, excuse me for taking an obvious precaution.' With that he seized my hair in both his hands, and tugged until I yelled with the pain. ‘There is water in your eyes,' said he as he released me. --------------------- 지난 줄거리: 사무실에 앉아 있는 붉은 머리 남자는 지원자들에게 까다로운 태도를 보였지만, 윌슨이 들어가자 호의적으로 대했습니다. “‘This is Mr. Jabez Wilson,' said my assistant, ('이분은 자베즈 윌슨 씨입니다'라고 저의 조수가 말했습니다.) ‘and he is willing to fill a vacancy in the League.' ('윌슨 씨는 연맹의 공석을 채울 의향이 있습니다.') ✔✔✔ willing to: 기꺼이 ...할 의향이 있는 “‘And he is admirably suited for it,' the other answered. ('이분은 그 자리에 대단히 적합하군요' 상대가 대답했습니다.) ✔✔✔ admirable: 감탄할 만한, 훌륭한 suited: 꼭 맞는 ✔✔✔ ‘He has every requirement. ('이분은 모든 자격 요건을 갖추었습니다.') I cannot recall when I have seen anything so fine.' ('이렇게 괜찮은 걸 봤던 때를 기억도 못 하겠네요.') ✔✔✔ recall: 회상하다, 떠올리다 anything so fine: 이렇게 괜찮은 것. (붉은 머리카락을 가리킵니다.) ✔✔✔ He took a step backward, (그는 한 걸음 뒤로 물러서서) cocked his head on one side, (고개를 한쪽으로 치켜세우고) ✔✔✔ cock: 수탉. [동사] 몸의 일부를 올리거나 돌리다. and gazed at my hair (저의 머리카락을 가만히 응시했습니다) ✔✔✔ gaze: 응시하다, 한참동안 살펴보다 until I felt quite bashful. (제가 상당히 창피함을 느낄 때까지) ✔✔✔ bashful: 부끄러운, 특히 다른 사람 때문에 당황스러워서 부끄러운 Then suddenly he plunged forward, (그리고 갑자기 앞으로 휙 다가오더니) ✔✔✔ plunge: 빠르게 떨어지다, 휙하고 빠르게 움직이다 wrung my hand, (제 손을 꼭 잡고) ✔✔✔ wring-wrung-wrung: 쥐어짜다, 세게 움켜쥐다 and congratulated me warmly on my success. (저의 성공에 대해 따뜻하게 축하해 주었습니다.) “‘It would be injustice to hesitate,' said he. ('망설이는 것은 부당한 일이겠지요' 그는 말했습니다.) ✔✔✔ 가주어와 to 진주어 구문입니다. to hesistate(망설이는 것)이 진짜 주어고, 그것을 대신하는 앞의 It은 가짜 주어입니다. ‘You will, however, I am sure, excuse me ('그러나 저를 용서해 주십시오') for taking an obvious precaution.' ('확실한 예방 조치를 하는 것에 대해서') ✔✔✔ take precaution: 예방 조치를 하다 With that he seized my hair in both his hands, (그 말과 함께, 그는 두 손으로 제 머리카락을 잡았습니다.) ✔✔✔ seize: 붙잡다 and tugged until I yelled with the pain. (그리고 제가 고통스러워 소리지를 때까지 잡아당겼습니다.) ✔✔✔ tug: 잡아당기다 ‘There is water in your eyes,' ('눈에 눈물이 고이셨군요') said he as he released me. (그는 저를 놓아주면서 말했습니다.) ✔✔✔ release: 잡았던 것을 놓다, 풀어주다

“What on earth does this mean?” I ejaculated after I had twice read over the extraordinary announcement. Holmes chuckled and wriggled in his chair, as was his habit when in high spirits. “It is a little off the beaten track, isn't it?” said he. “And now, Mr. Wilson, off you go at scratch and tell us all about yourself, your household, and the effect which this advertisement had upon your fortunes. You will first make a note, Doctor, of the paper and the date.” “It is The Morning Chronicle of April 27, 1890. Just two months ago.” “Very good. Now, Mr. Wilson?” “Well, it is just as I have been telling you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,” said Jabez Wilson, mopping his forehead; “I have a small pawnbroker's business at Coburg Square, near the City. It's not a very large affair, and of late years it has not done more than just give me a living. I used to be able to keep two assistants, but now I only keep one; and I would have a job to pay him but that he is willing to come for half wages so as to learn the business.” “What is the name of this obliging youth?” asked Sherlock Holmes. “His name is Vincent Spaulding, and he's not such a youth, either. It's hard to say his age. I should not wish a smarter assistant, Mr. Holmes; and I know very well that he could better himself and earn twice what I am able to give him. But, after all, if he is satisfied, why should I put ideas in his head?” “Why, indeed? You seem most fortunate in having an employé who comes under the full market price. It is not a common experience among employers in this age. I don't know that your assistant is not as remarkable as your advertisement.” “Oh, he has his faults, too,” said Mr. Wilson. “Never was such a fellow for photography. Snapping away with a camera when he ought to be improving his mind, and then diving down into the cellar like a rabbit into its hole to develop his pictures. That is his main fault, but on the whole he's a good worker. There's no vice in him.” “He is still with you, I presume?” “Yes, sir. He and a girl of fourteen, who does a bit of simple cooking and keeps the place clean—that's all I have in the house, for I am a widower and never had any family. We live very quietly, sir, the three of us; and we keep a roof over our heads and pay our debts, if we do nothing more. - from The Red-headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle

“Well, it is just as I have been telling you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,” said Jabez Wilson, mopping his forehead; “I have a small pawnbroker's business at Coburg Square, near the City. It's not a very large affair, and of late years it has not done more than just give me a living. I used to be able to keep two assistants, but now I only keep one; and I would have a job to pay him but that he is willing to come for half wages so as to learn the business.” --------------- 지난 줄거리: 자베즈 윌슨이 자신의 이야기를 다시 시작합니다. “Well, it is just as I have been telling you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,” (뭐, 지금까지 제가 말한 그대로입니다, 셜록 홈즈씨.) ✔✔✔ as I have been telling you: 지금까지 내가 너에게 말한 그대로인 said Jabez Wilson, mopping his forehead; (자베즈 윌슨이 이마를 닦으며 말했다) ✔✔✔ mop: 얼굴을 닦다, 대걸레로 바닥을 닦다 “I have a small pawnbroker's business at Coburg Square, near the City. (저는 '더 시티' 근처의 코버그 스퀘어에 작은 전당포를 하나 갖고 있습니다.) ✔✔✔ pawnbroker: 전당포 업자 the City: 영국 수도 런던 내 행정구역 중 하나인 'City of London'을 가리킵니다. 역사적으로도 런던의 중심지이며, 무엇보다도 런던 금융가의 중심입니다. (이 작품에서는 이 부분이 중요합니다.) ✔✔✔ It's not a very large affair, (별로 크게 하는 일도 아니고) ✔✔✔ affair: 사건, 일 and of late years it has not done more than just give me a living. (최근 몇 년간은 저 하나 밥벌이 이상은 못 했습니다) ✔✔✔ not more than just give me a living: 나 한 사람에게 생계를 주는 이상을 못함 I used to be able to keep two assistants, (예전에는 두 명의 점원을 둘 수 있었지만) ✔✔✔ used to [동사원형]: 예전에는 [동사원형]했었다 (지금은 아니다) assistant: 조수, 점원 keep an assistant: 점원을 두다 ✔✔✔ but now I only keep one; (하지만 지금은 오직 1명만 둡니다) and I would have a job to pay him (그리고 그 한 명에게 급여를 지급하려면 제가 따로 직업을 가져야 할 판인데) ✔✔✔ would: 가정법 would를 썼습니다. '그에게 급여를 지급하려면 내가 직업을 가져야 할 것이다'(가정: 그만큼 장사가 안 된다). 하지만 실제로는 그렇지 않다는 뜻입니다. but that he is willing to come for half wages so as to learn the business.” (그런데 그 친구는 사업을 배우겠다고 반값의 임금으로 기꺼이 오겠답니다) ✔✔✔ that: 접속사로 '그런데 실제 사정은 다음과 같습니다'의 뉘앙스입니다. willing to [동사원형]: 기꺼이 [동사원형]하려고 하는 for half wages: 임금의 반값으로 so as to: ...하기 위하여 ✔✔✔

I did not gain very much, however, by my inspection. Our visitor bore every mark of being an average commonplace British tradesman, obese, pompous, and slow. He wore rather baggy grey shepherd's check trousers, a not over-clean black frock-coat, unbuttoned in the front, and a drab waistcoat with a heavy brassy Albert chain, and a square pierced bit of metal dangling down as an ornament. A frayed top-hat and a faded brown overcoat with a wrinkled velvet collar lay upon a chair beside him. Altogether, look as I would, there was nothing remarkable about the man save his blazing red head, and the expression of extreme chagrin and discontent upon his features. Sherlock Holmes' quick eye took in my occupation, and he shook his head with a smile as he noticed my questioning glances. “Beyond the obvious facts that he has at some time done manual labour, that he takes snuff, that he is a Freemason, that he has been in China, and that he has done a considerable amount of writing lately, I can deduce nothing else.” Mr. Jabez Wilson started up in his chair, with his forefinger upon the paper, but his eyes upon my companion. “How, in the name of good-fortune, did you know all that, Mr. Holmes?” he asked. “How did you know, for example, that I did manual labour. It's as true as gospel, for I began as a ship's carpenter.” “Your hands, my dear sir. Your right hand is quite a size larger than your left. You have worked with it, and the muscles are more developed.” “Well, the snuff, then, and the Freemasonry?” “I won't insult your intelligence by telling you how I read that, especially as, rather against the strict rules of your order, you use an arc-and-compass breastpin.” “Ah, of course, I forgot that. But the writing?” “What else can be indicated by that right cuff so very shiny for five inches, and the left one with the smooth patch near the elbow where you rest it upon the desk?” “Well, but China?” “The fish that you have tattooed immediately above your right wrist could only have been done in China. I have made a small study of tattoo marks and have even contributed to the literature of the subject. That trick of staining the fishes' scales of a delicate pink is quite peculiar to China. When, in addition, I see a Chinese coin hanging from your watch-chain, the matter becomes even more simple.” Mr. Jabez Wilson laughed heavily. “Well, I never!” said he. “I thought at first that you had done something clever, but I see that there was nothing in it after all.” “I begin to think, Watson,” said Holmes, “that I make a mistake in explaining. ‘Omne ignotum pro magnifico,' you know, and my poor little reputation, such as it is, will suffer shipwreck if I am so candid. Can you not find the advertisement, Mr. Wilson?” “Yes, I have got it now,” he answered with his thick red finger planted halfway down the column. “Here it is. This is what began it all. You just read it for yourself, sir.” I took the paper from him and read as follows: “TO THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE: On account of the bequest of the late Ezekiah Hopkins, of Lebanon, Pennsylvania, U.S.A., there is now another vacancy open which entitles a member of the League to a salary of £ 4 a week for purely nominal services. All red-headed men who are sound in body and mind and above the age of twenty-one years, are eligible. Apply in person on Monday, at eleven o'clock, to Duncan Ross, at the offices of the League, 7 Pope's Court, Fleet Street.” - from The Red-Headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle

“Well, but China?” “The fish that you have tattooed immediately above your right wrist could only have been done in China. I have made a small study of tattoo marks and have even contributed to the literature of the subject. That trick of staining the fishes' scales of a delicate pink is quite peculiar to China. When, in addition, I see a Chinese coin hanging from your watch-chain, the matter becomes even more simple.” Mr. Jabez Wilson laughed heavily. “Well, I never!” said he. “I thought at first that you had done something clever, but I see that there was nothing in it after all.” “I begin to think, Watson,” said Holmes, “that I make a mistake in explaining. ‘Omne ignotum pro magnifico,' you know, and my poor little reputation, such as it is, will suffer shipwreck if I am so candid. Can you not find the advertisement, Mr. Wilson?” ------------------------------------------------- 지난 줄거리: 홈즈는 윌슨의 겉모습을 보고 윌슨의 신상에 관해 여러 가지를 추론합니다. 윌슨이 중국에 가 본 적 있다고도 했습니다. “Well, but China?” ("그러면 중국은요?") “The fish that you have tattooed (선생님이 문신하신 물고기) immediately above your right wrist (오른손 손목 바로 위에) [문신하신 물고기] ✔✔✔ immediately: '즉시'라는 뜻이지만 여기서는 장소에 대해 '바로'라는 강조어로 쓰였습니다. could only have been done in China. [문신하신 물고기는] (중국에서만 할 수 있었을 것입니다.) ✔✔✔ could have + [과거분사]: ...할 수 있었을 것이다. could have been done: 수동태로 정확히 해석하면 '(문신)될 수 있었을 것이다' ✔✔✔ I have made a small study of tattoo marks (저는 문신 표시에 대해 자그맣게 연구해 본 적이 있습니다) ✔✔✔ make a small study of: ...에 대해 소박하게 연구하다 tattoo mark: 문신 표시 ✔✔✔ and have even contributed to the literature of the subject. (그리고 심지어 그 주제를 다루는 문헌에 기고한 적도 있습니다.) ✔✔✔ contribute: 공헌하다, (잡지에 글을) 기고하다 literature: '문학'이라는 뜻이지만, 대학이나 학계의 연구 저작물이나 정기 간행물을 뜻하기도 합니다. subject: 주제 ✔✔✔ That trick of staining the fishes' scales of a delicate pink (은은한 분홍색의 물고기 비늘을 착색하는 그 기술) ✔✔✔ trick: 기술, 기법 stain: '얼룩'이라는 뜻이지만 '염색'이라는 뜻도 있습니다. 여기서는 동사로 '염색하다, 착색하다'입니다. scale: '규모, 저울 눈금'이라는 뜻으로 주로 쓰이지만, '물고기 비늘'을 가리키기도 합니다. delicate: '미묘한, 섬세한'이라는 뜻으로, 여기서는 색깔이 '부드러운, 은은한, 엷은'이라는 의미입니다. ✔✔✔ is quite peculiar to China. [그 기술은] 상당히 중국에 특징적인 것이죠. ✔✔✔ peculiar to...: ...에게 특징적인, ... 고유의, 특유의 When, in addition, I see a Chinese coin (덧붙이자면, 제가 중국 동전을 보니) hanging from your watch-chain, (시곗줄에 달려 있는) [중국 동전을 보니] the matter becomes even more simple.” (그 문제는 훨씬 더 간단해지죠.) Mr. Jabez Wilson laughed heavily. (자베즈 윌슨은 크게 웃었다.) “Well, I never!” said he. ("아니, 이럴 수가!" 그는 말했다.) “I thought at first that you had done something clever, (처음에는 홈즈 선생님이 똑똑한 무언가를 해 냈다고 생각했는데) but I see that there was nothing in it after all.” (알고 보니 별 거 없었다는 걸 알겠네요.) ✔✔✔ after all: 결국, 알고 보니 “I begin to think, Watson,” said Holmes, ("이런 생각이 드네, 왓슨" 홈즈가 말했다.) “that I make a mistake in explaining. (설명하는 게 실수라는) [생각이] ‘Omne ignotum pro magnifico,' you know, ✔✔✔ 라틴어로 '알려지지 않은 것이 훌륭하게 여겨진다'라는 뜻입니다. 사람들은 내막을 모르는 것을 훌륭한 것으로 취급하고, 내막을 알고 나면 별 거 아닌 것으로 치부한다는 의미입니다. and my poor little reputation, such as it is, (그리고 변변치는 않지만 나의 별 거 아닌 작은 명성이라는 것도) ✔✔✔ reputation: 명성 such as it is: 변변치 않지만 ✔✔✔ will suffer shipwreck (좌초를 겪게 될 거야) ✔✔✔ suffer ...: (어떤 어려움을) 겪다 shipwreck: 난파, 좌초 ✔✔✔ if I am so candid. (내가 이렇게 다 털어놓으면) ✔✔✔ candid: 솔직한, 숨김없는 Can you not find the advertisement, Mr. Wilson?” (그 광고는 못 찾겠나요, 윌슨 씨?)

Sherlock Holmes' quick eye took in my occupation, and he shook his head with a smile as he noticed my questioning glances. “Beyond the obvious facts that he has at some time done manual labour, that he takes snuff, that he is a Freemason, that he has been in China, and that he has done a considerable amount of writing lately, I can deduce nothing else.” Mr. Jabez Wilson started up in his chair, with his forefinger upon the paper, but his eyes upon my companion. ----------------------------------- Sherlock Holmes' quick eye took in my occupation, (셜록 홈즈의 빠른 눈이 나의 생각을 파악했다) ✔✔✔ take in: understand 이해하다 occupation: occupy는 '공간을 점유하다'는 뜻이지만, occupied는 '정신이 한곳에 쏠려 있다'는 뜻으로도 쓰입니다. 따라서 occupation은 '몰두'로 해석할 수 있습니다. ✔✔✔ and he shook his head with a smile (그리고 미소를 띠며 고개를 저었다) as he noticed my questioning glances. (홈즈가 나의 의문의 눈길을 눈치챘을 때) ✔✔✔ notice: 눈치채다 glance: 흘끗 보기 (빠르게 잠깐 보는 것) ✔✔✔ “Beyond the obvious facts [홈즈] ("명백한 사실 외에") ✔✔✔ beyond: ... 너머에, ... 외에 obivous: 명백한 ✔✔✔ that he has at some time done manual labour, (이분은 언젠가 육체 노동을 한 적이 있다) [는 명백한 사실] ✔✔✔ at some time: 언젠가 어느 시점에 at some point manual labour: 육체 노동 여기서 현재완료(has done)는 '...해 본 적 있다'(경험)라고 해석합니다. ✔✔✔ that he takes snuff, (이분은 코담배를 피운다) [는 명백한 사실] ✔✔✔ snuff: 코담배 that he is a Freemason, (이분은 프리메이슨이다) [라는 명백한 사실] that he has been in China, (이분은 중국에 가 본 적 있다) [는 명백한 사실] ✔✔✔ 5번째 버전에서 필은 he has been to China라고 읽습니다. to와 in 모두 괜찮습니다. 엄밀히 구분하면, to를 쓰면 '중국에 가 본 적 있다', in을 쓰면 '중국에 있어(살아) 본 적 있다'로 구분할 수 있습니다. and that he has done a considerable amount of writing lately, (그리고 이분은 최근에 상당한 분량의 글쓰기를 한 적 있다) [는 명백한 사실] ✔✔✔ considerable: 상당한 I can deduce nothing else.” [위와 같은 명백한 사실 외에는] (나는 그 외에 아무것도 추론할 수 없다) ✔✔✔ deduce: 추론하다, 연역하다 홈즈는 5가지 사실을 추론했으면서, '이 5가지 사실 외에 다른 것은 추론할 수 없다'라고 돌려 말하고 있습니다. 겸손의 표현인 것 같습니다. ✔✔✔ Mr. Jabez Wilson started up in his chair, (자베즈 윌슨은 깜짝 놀라 의자에서 벌떡 일어났다) ✔✔✔ start: 놀라서 펄쩍 뛰다 with his forefinger upon the paper, (집게손가락은 신문 위에 올린 채) ✔✔✔ forefinger: 집게손가락 with + [목적어] + [상태] 구문입니다: with + [그의 집게손가락] + [신문 위에] ✔✔✔ but his eyes upon my companion. (그러나 그의 시선은 내 친구에게 향한 채) ✔✔✔ his eyes는 앞의 with에 계속 걸립니다: with [his eyes] [upon my companion]

"...Now, Mr. Jabez Wilson here has been good enough to call upon me this morning, and to begin a narrative which promises to be one of the most singular which I have listened to for some time. You have heard me remark that the strangest and most unique things are very often connected not with the larger but with the smaller crimes, and occasionally, indeed, where there is room for doubt whether any positive crime has been committed. As far as I have heard, it is impossible for me to say whether the present case is an instance of crime or not, but the course of events is certainly among the most singular that I have ever listened to. Perhaps, Mr. Wilson, you would have the great kindness to recommence your narrative. I ask you not merely because my friend Dr. Watson has not heard the opening part but also because the peculiar nature of the story makes me anxious to have every possible detail from your lips. As a rule, when I have heard some slight indication of the course of events, I am able to guide myself by the thousands of other similar cases which occur to my memory. In the present instance I am forced to admit that the facts are, to the best of my belief, unique.” The portly client puffed out his chest with an appearance of some little pride and pulled a dirty and wrinkled newspaper from the inside pocket of his greatcoat. As he glanced down the advertisement column, with his head thrust forward and the paper flattened out upon his knee, I took a good look at the man and endeavoured, after the fashion of my companion, to read the indications which might be presented by his dress or appearance. - The Red-headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle

Now, Mr. Jabez Wilson here has been good enough to call upon me this morning, and to begin a narrative which promises to be one of the most singular which I have listened to for some time. You have heard me remark that the strangest and most unique things are very often connected not with the larger but with the smaller crimes, and occasionally, indeed, where there is room for doubt whether any positive crime has been committed. As far as I have heard, it is impossible for me to say whether the present case is an instance of crime or not, but the course of events is certainly among the most singular that I have ever listened to. ----------------------------- 지난 줄거리: 홈즈는 왓슨에게 특이한 사건일수록 상상보다는 삶 자체를 들여다봐야 한다고 주장합니다. 이제 왓슨에게 오늘의 의뢰인 자베즈 윌슨을 소개합니다. Now, Mr. Jabez Wilson here has been good enough to call upon me this morning, (자, 여기 자베즈 윌슨 씨는 친절하게도 오늘 아침에 나를 방문했어.) ✔✔✔good enough to call upon me: '나를 방문할 만큼 충분히 착했다' 즉, '친절하게도 나를 방문했다' and to begin a narrative (그리고 이야기를 시작했어) ✔✔✔ to는 앞의 good enough에 붙는 to 입니다. narrative: 이야기 5번째 버전에서 성우(필)가 begin을 bring으로 읽습니다. bring a narrative(이야기를 가져왔다)라고 해도 말은 됩니다. ✔✔✔ which promises to be one of the most singular (가장 특이한 것 중 하나가 될 가망이 있는) [이야기] ✔✔✔ 관계대명사 which절은 바로 앞의 narrative를 꾸며 줍니다. promise: 약속하다, ...할 가망이 있다 singluar: 이례적인, 특이한, 하나뿐인 형용사 singluar 뒤에 명사 narratives는 생략되었습니다. one of the most... 형태이므로 뒤에는 복수 명사가 와야 합니다. ✔✔✔ which I have listened to for some time. (내가 최근 얼마 동안 들었던) [가장 특이한 것 중 하나가 될 가망이 있는] ✔✔✔관계대명사 which는 앞의 생략된 narratives를 꾸며 줍니다. which가 기차의 객차처럼 꼬리를 물고 이어지네요. You have heard me remark (왓슨 자네는 내가 말하는 걸 들은 적 있지) ✔✔✔ remark: 말하다, 논평하다, 발언하다, 언급하다 hear + 목적어 + 동사: 지각동사 용법으로, remark는 동사 원형이 쓰였습니다. you have heard me remarking이라고 해도 되지만, remark에 -ing를 붙이지는 않습니다. you have heard me saying이라고 할 수는 있겠네요. ✔✔✔ that the strangest and most unique things are very often connected (가장 기이하고 가장 독특한 것들은 굉장히 자주 연결되어 있다) [라고 내가 말하는 걸 들은 적 있지] not with the larger but with the smaller crimes, (더 큰 범죄가 아니라 더 작은 범죄들과) [굉장히 자주 연결되어 있다] ✔✔✔connected with: ...과 연결되어 있는 and occasionally, indeed, (그리고 간혹, 정말로) where there is room for doubt whether any positive crime has been committed. (과연 조금이라도 범죄가 저질러졌는지 의심의 여지가 있는) [더 작은 범죄들과 연결되어 있다] ✔✔✔ 관계부사 where는 앞의 the smaller crimes를 꾸며 줍니다. 기이하고 독특한 것들은 작은 범죄들과 연결된 경우가 많은데, 그런 작은 범죄들의 경우에도 과연 범죄가 저질러졌는지조차 의심의 여지가 있다. 즉, 그만큼 눈치채기 어려운 작은 범죄라는 뜻입니다. there is room for doubt: 의심의 여지가 있다 room은 '방', '공간'으로 '여지'라는 뜻으로도 쓰입니다. whether: ...인지 아닌지 positive: '긍정적인'이라는 뜻으로 잘 알려져 있지만, '명백한, 뚜렷한, 실제적인, 실체가 있는, 플러스적인'이라는 의미를 생각하면 여기에서의 뜻을 이해할 수 있습니다. commit: 많은 뜻이 있지만, 범죄처럼 불법적이거나 잘못된 행동을 '저지른다'고 할 때 사용할 수 있습니다. 여기서는 수동태로 쓰였습니다. ✔✔✔ As far as I have heard, (지금까지 내가 들어본 것에 한해서는) it is impossible for me to say (내가 다음과 같이 말하는 것은 불가능해) whether the present case is an instance of crime or not, (당면한 사건이 범죄의 경우인지 아닌지) [말하는 것은 불가능해] ✔✔✔ whether ... or not: ...인지 아닌지 present: 현재의, 당면한 instance: 경우 ✔✔✔ but the course of events is certainly among the most singular (하지만 사건의 흐름은 확실히 가장 특이한 것 사이에 있어) ✔✔✔이번 singluar 뒤에도 courses 또는 narratives가 생략되어 있다고 보면 됩니다. (문법적으로는 대명사 ones가 생략되어 있습니다.) that I have ever listened to. (지금까지 내가 들어본) [가장 특이한 것들 사이에 있어]

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Répondant à une annonce insolite, Jabez Wilson se fait embaucher par une mystérieuse Ligue des Rouquins pour recopier intégralement l'Encyclopedia Britannica. Mais quand celle-ci est dissoute du jour au lendemain, il vient solliciter les services de Holmes pour mener l'enquête. Alors que tout semble désigner une farce, le célèbre détective s'apprête à découvrir une redoutable entreprise criminelle..."Sherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes" un podcast Studio Minuit.Retrouvez nos autres productions :Paranormal : Histoires vraiesSurvivants : Histoires vraiesLes Zéros du Crimes : Histoires vraiesCrimes : Histoires vraiesEspions : Histoires vraies Morts Insolites : Histoires vraies Meurtres en France : Histoires vraies1 Mot 1 Jour : Le pouvoir des motsJe comprends R : le dictionnaire du nouveau millénaireSoutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/sherlock-holmes-les-enquetes. Voir Acast.com/privacy pour les informations sur la vie privée et l'opt-out.

Répondant à une annonce insolite, Jabez Wilson se fait embaucher par une mystérieuse Ligue des Rouquins pour recopier intégralement l'Encyclopedia Britannica. Mais quand celle-ci est dissoute du jour au lendemain, il vient solliciter les services de Holmes pour mener l'enquête. Alors que tout semble désigner une farce, le célèbre détective s'apprête à découvrir une redoutable entreprise criminelle..."Sherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes" un podcast Studio Minuit. Retrouvez nos autres productions :Paranormal : Histoires vraiesSurvivants : Histoires vraiesLes Zéros du Crimes : Histoires vraiesCrimes : Histoires vraiesEspions : Histoires vraies Morts Insolites : Histoires vraies Meurtres en France : Histoires vraies1 Mot 1 Jour : Le pouvoir des motsJe comprends R : le dictionnaire du nouveau millénaireSoutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/sherlock-holmes-les-enquetes. Voir Acast.com/privacy pour les informations sur la vie privée et l'opt-out.

Répondant à une annonce insolite, Jabez Wilson se fait embaucher par une mystérieuse Ligue des Rouquins pour recopier intégralement l'Encyclopedia Britannica. Mais quand celle-ci est dissoute du jour au lendemain, il vient solliciter les services de Holmes pour mener l'enquête. Alors que tout semble désigner une farce, le célèbre détective s'apprête à découvrir une redoutable entreprise criminelle..."Sherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes" un podcast Studio Minuit. Retrouvez nos autres productions :Paranormal : Histoires vraiesSurvivants : Histoires vraiesLes Zéros du Crimes : Histoires vraiesCrimes : Histoires vraiesEspions : Histoires vraies Morts Insolites : Histoires vraies Meurtres en France : Histoires vraies1 Mot 1 Jour : Le pouvoir des motsJe comprends R : le dictionnaire du nouveau millénaireSoutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/sherlock-holmes-les-enquetes. Voir Acast.com/privacy pour les informations sur la vie privée et l'opt-out.

Répondant à une annonce insolite, Jabez Wilson se fait embaucher par une mystérieuse Ligue des Rouquins pour recopier intégralement l'Encyclopedia Britannica. Mais quand celle-ci est dissoute du jour au lendemain, il vient solliciter les services de Holmes pour mener l'enquête. Alors que tout semble désigner une farce, le célèbre détective s'apprête à découvrir une redoutable entreprise criminelle..."Sherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes" un podcast Studio Minuit. Retrouvez nos autres productions :Paranormal : Histoires vraiesSurvivants : Histoires vraiesLes Zéros du Crimes : Histoires vraiesCrimes : Histoires vraiesEspions : Histoires vraies Morts Insolites : Histoires vraies Meurtres en France : Histoires vraiesSherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes1 Mot 1 Jour : Le pouvoir des motsJe comprends R : le dictionnaire du nouveau millénaire Soutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/sherlock-holmes-les-enquetes. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Répondant à une annonce insolite, Jabez Wilson se fait embaucher par une mystérieuse Ligue des Rouquins pour recopier intégralement l'Encyclopedia Britannica. Mais quand celle-ci est dissoute du jour au lendemain, il vient solliciter les services de Holmes pour mener l'enquête. Alors que tout semble désigner une farce, le célèbre détective s'apprête à découvrir une redoutable entreprise criminelle..."Sherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes" un podcast Studio Minuit. Retrouvez nos autres productions :Paranormal : Histoires vraiesSurvivants : Histoires vraiesLes Zéros du Crimes : Histoires vraiesCrimes : Histoires vraiesEspions : Histoires vraies Morts Insolites : Histoires vraies Meurtres en France : Histoires vraiesSherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes1 Mot 1 Jour : Le pouvoir des motsJe comprends R : le dictionnaire du nouveau millénaire Soutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/sherlock-holmes-les-enquetes. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Répondant à une annonce insolite, Jabez Wilson se fait embaucher par une mystérieuse Ligue des Rouquins pour recopier intégralement l'Encyclopedia Britannica. Mais quand celle-ci est dissoute du jour au lendemain, il vient solliciter les services de Holmes pour mener l'enquête. Alors que tout semble désigner une farce, le célèbre détective s'apprête à découvrir une redoutable entreprise criminelle..."Sherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes" un podcast Studio Minuit. Retrouvez nos autres productions :Paranormal : Histoires vraiesSurvivants : Histoires vraiesLes Zéros du Crimes : Histoires vraiesCrimes : Histoires vraiesEspions : Histoires vraies Morts Insolites : Histoires vraies Meurtres en France : Histoires vraiesSherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes1 Mot 1 Jour : Le pouvoir des motsJe comprends R : le dictionnaire du nouveau millénaire Soutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/sherlock-holmes-les-enquetes. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Répondant à une annonce insolite, Jabez Wilson se fait embaucher par une mystérieuse Ligue des Rouquins pour recopier intégralement l'Encyclopedia Britannica. Mais quand celle-ci est dissoute du jour au lendemain, il vient solliciter les services de Holmes pour mener l'enquête. Alors que tout semble désigner une farce, le célèbre détective s'apprête à découvrir une redoutable entreprise criminelle..."Sherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes" un podcast Studio Minuit. Retrouvez nos autres productions :Paranormal : Histoires vraiesSurvivants : Histoires vraiesLes Zéros du Crimes : Histoires vraiesCrimes : Histoires vraiesEspions : Histoires vraies Morts Insolites : Histoires vraies Meurtres en France : Histoires vraiesSherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes1 Mot 1 Jour : Le pouvoir des motsJe comprends R : le dictionnaire du nouveau millénaire Soutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/sherlock-holmes-les-enquetes. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Thank you for listening to the Someone New Theatre Company podcast production of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Our actors and production team have worked tirelessly to bring these stories to you, and we hope that you have enjoyed listening to them as much as we have enjoyed making them. This production was directed by Gracie Rogers with Joanna Lusty, adapted for audio by Elizabeth Bradford and Marli van der Bijl and produced by Ryan O'Connor. Sound design for this production was provided by Callum Blair, Elizabeth Bradford, Taneesha Plummer, Josh Andrews-O'Neil, Jacob Thompson, Ryan O'Connor, and Marli van der Bijl.Our cast for this production was Lauren Atkin as Alice Turner, Nick Barker-Pendree as Colonel Lysander Stark and the Mysterious Gentleman, James Bowman as Inspector Bradstreet, Matthew Bradford as James Windibank and Isa Whitney, Mandy Calderwood as Miss Stoper, Paul Canlan as Jabez Wilson, Alexander Holder and Mr Windigate, Thomas Dimmick as Mr Breckinridge and Driver, Danny Donaldson as James McCarthy and Mr Toller, Jack Emond as John Clay, Amy Fortnum as Woman Street Actor, Olivia French as Violet Hunter and Julia Stoner, Nigel Goodwin as Station Master and Man Street Actor, Louise Gracey as Mary Sutherland and Elise, Liz Hardiman as Hatty Doran, Chris Hiscock as Arthur Holder and Victor Hatherley, Jessica Hutchinson as Irene Adler, Daniela Ifandoudas as Lady's Maid, Barry Kay as Jephro Rucastle and Joseph Openshaw, Lucia Kelly as Mrs Rucastle, Jazz Laker as Mrs Toller, Benji Leeks as John Openshaw, Stefanie Lekkas as Maggie Ryder, Jono Lukins as James Ryder and Detective Peter Jones, Jono McAteer as Wilhelm, The King of Bohemia, Katy Nethercote as Helen Stoner, Georgia Perkins as Mary Watson, Fred Preston as Neville St. Clair and Mr Merryweather, Conagh Punch as Guard, Hotel Waiter and Page Boy, Connor Rawson as Lord Robert St. Simon, Miarka Rogers as Mary Holder, Ursula Searle as Kate Whitney, Greg Shawcross as John Turner and Commissionaire Peterson, Sean Sully as Dr Grimesby Roylott and Francis Moulton, Matthew Whittingham as Henry Baker, Coroner and The Plain Clothes Man, Emma Wood as Mrs St. Clair, Matt Young as Inspector Lestrade and Duncan Ross, and - finally - with Steven Georgiadis and Shannon Nicholls as Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John H.  Watson. This podcast was produced on the lands of our traditional custodians, the Wadawurrung people. Cast recordings were made on the land of the Anewan, Awabakal, Boonwurrung, Cadigal, Dja Dja Wurrung, Eora, Gameygal, Wadawurrung, Wangal, Whadjuk, Worimi, Wurundjeri, Yorta Yorta, and Yuggera peoples. Someone New Theatre Company acknowledges and pays respect to our traditional custodians and to their past, present and emerging leaders. And, with our stories now come to a close, please enjoy this selection of outtakes and mistakes, courtesy of our wonderful actors. Enjoy! You can shop official SNTC and The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes merchandise on our RedBubble store.Follow Someone New Theatre Company on Facebook and Instagram to stay up-to-date with our other projects. #theholmespodcast

A Sherlock Holmes Detective Mystery... [Part 1] A pawnbroker, the red-headed Jabez Wilson, approaches Sherlock Homes and Dr. Watson with a mystery to be solved. He recounts his tale of having been recruited by an obscure organisation called "The Red-Headed League" and employed by them on account of his fiery red hair. However, he is much dismayed when the league, along with his employment, suddenly disappears. Having listened to the facts, Sherlock Holmes is convinced that a much more sinister plot is at play than might at first sight appear... Listen Now...

A Nefarious Plot is Averted... [Part 2] Having heard the bizarre account of Mr Jabez Wilson, Holmes and Watson head to the pawnbroker's premises to investigate. There, Holmes gathers enough information to feel he has solved the mystery and to predict a crime about to be committed. Holmes and Watson, along with Police Inspector Jones and a Mr. Merryweather secrete themselves in an underground vault awaiting the emergence of the perpetrators and hopefully to foil their plans. Listen Now...

A Nefarious Plot is Averted, in... ---Tales From The Vault, Episode 14--- [Part 2] Having heard the bizarre account of Mr Jabez Wilson, Holmes and Watson head to the pawnbroker's premises to investigate. There, Holmes gathers enough information to feel he has solved the mystery and to predict a crime about to be committed. Holmes and Watson, along with Police Inspector Jones and a Mr. Merryweather secrete themselves in an underground vault awaiting the emergence of the perpetrators and hopefully to foil their plans. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Considering the many modernisations and re-interpretations of Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes, it was extremely rewarding to read the original text as it was intended. I hope you enjoyed it too, let me know what you thought in the comments :) Produced and narrated by David Sweeney-Bear (c)2021 https://buymeacoffee.com/dsbaudio More full-length audiobooks at https://dsbaudio.com MUSIC: Sarasate: Zigeunerweisen, Op. 20

A Sherlock Holmes Detective Mystery... ---Tales From The Vault, Episode 13--- [Part 1] A pawnbroker, the red-headed Jabez Wilson, approaches Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson with a mystery to be solved. He recounts his tale of having been recruited by an obscure organisation called "The Red-Headed League" and employed by them on account of his fiery red hair. However, he is much dismayed when the league, along with his employment, suddenly disappears. Having listened to the facts, Sherlock Holmes is convinced that a much more sinister plot is at play than might at first sight appear. Link to Part 2: https://youtu.be/fzx6NWKuDJY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a great pleasure to read this classic Holmes mystery. Of all the many portrayals of Holmes and Watson, my personal favourite is the combination of Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce. Let me know what you thought in the comments, Happy Listening :) Produced and narrated by David Sweeney-Bear (c)2021 https://buymeacoffee.com/dsbaudio More full-length audiobooks at https://dsbaudio.com MUSIC: Sarasate: Zigeunerweisen, Op. 20

This episode features the voices of S. Georgiadis as Sherlock Holmes, S. J. Nicholls as Dr John H. Watson, P. Canlan as Jabez Wilson, J. Emond as "Vincent Spaulding" and M. Young as Duncan Ross.The production is directed by G. Rogers with J. Lusty, adapted for audio by E. Bradford and M. van der Bijl and produced by Someone New Theatre Company. Sound design for this episode by C. Blair and E. Bradford.This episode was produced on the lands of our traditional custodians, the Wadawurrung people. Cast recordings were made on the land of the Wadawurrung, Dja Dja Wurrung, Taungurung, Wurundjeri and Boonwurrung people. Someone New Theatre Company acknowledges and pays respect to our traditional custodians and to their past, present and emerging leaders.You can shop official SNTC and The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes merchandise on our RedBubble store.Follow Someone New Theatre Company on Facebook and Instagram to stay up-to-date with our other projects. #theholmespodcast

ADVENTURE  II.  THE RED-HEADED LEAGUEI had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair. With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw when Holmes pulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me. “You could not possibly have come at a better time, my dear Watson,” he said cordially. “I was afraid that you were engaged.” “So I am. Very much so.” “Then I can wait in the next room.” “Not at all. This gentleman, Mr. Wilson, has been my partner and helper in many of my most successful cases, and I have no doubt that he will be of the utmost use to me in yours also.” The stout gentleman half rose from his chair and gave a bob of greeting, with a quick little questioning glance from his small fat-encircled eyes. “Try the settee,” said Holmes, relapsing into his armchair and putting his fingertips together, as was his custom when in judicial moods. “I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life. You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.” “Your cases have indeed been of the greatest interest to me,” I observed. “You will remember that I remarked the other day, just before we went into the very simple problem presented by Miss Mary Sutherland, that for strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.” “A proposition which I took the liberty of doubting.” “You did, Doctor, but none the less you must come round to my view, for otherwise I shall keep on piling fact upon fact on you until your reason breaks down under them and acknowledges me to be right. Now, Mr. Jabez Wilson here has been good enough to call upon me this morning, and to begin a narrative which promises to be one of the most singular which I have listened to for some time. You have heard me remark that the strangest and most unique things are very often connected not with the larger but with the smaller crimes, and occasionally, indeed, where there is room for doubt whether any positive crime has been committed. As far as I have heard, it is impossible for me to say whether the present case is an instance of crime or not, but the course of events is certainly among the most singular that I have ever listened to. Perhaps, Mr. Wilson, you would have the great kindness to recommence your narrative. I ask you not merely because my friend Dr. Watson has not heard the opening part but also because the peculiar nature of the story makes me anxious to have every possible detail from your lips. As a rule, when I have heard some slight indication of the course of events, I am able to guide myself by the thousands of other similar cases which occur to my memory. In the present instance I am forced to admit that the facts are, to the best of my belief, unique.” The portly client puffed out his chest with an appearance of some little pride and pulled a dirty and wrinkled newspaper from the inside pocket of his greatcoat. As he glanced down the advertisement column, with his head thrust forward and the paper flattened out upon his knee, I took a good look at the man and endeavoured, after the fashion of my companion, to read the indications which might be presented by his dress or appearance. I did not gain very much, however, by my inspection. Our visitor bore every mark of being an average commonplace British tradesman, obese, pompous, and slow. He wore rather baggy grey shepherd's check trousers, a not over-clean black frock-coat, unbuttoned in the front, and a drab waistcoat with a heavy brassy Albert chain, and a square pierced bit of metal dangling down as an ornament. A frayed top-hat and a faded brown overcoat with a wrinkled velvet collar lay upon a chair beside him. Altogether, look as I would, there was nothing remarkable about the man save his blazing red head, and the expression of extreme chagrin and discontent upon his features. Sherlock Holmes' quick eye took in my occupation, and he shook his head with a smile as he noticed my questioning glances. “Beyond the obvious facts that he has at some time done manual labour, that he takes snuff, that he is a Freemason, that he has been in China, and that he has done a considerable amount of writing lately, I can deduce nothing else.” Mr. Jabez Wilson started up in his chair, with his forefinger upon the paper, but his eyes upon my companion. “How, in the name of good-fortune, did you know all that, Mr. Holmes?” he asked. “How did you know, for example, that I did manual labour. It's as true as gospel, for I began as a ship's carpenter.” “Your hands, my dear sir. Your right hand is quite a size larger than your left. You have worked with it, and the muscles are more developed.” “Well, the snuff, then, and the Freemasonry?” “I won't insult your intelligence by telling you how I read that, especially as, rather against the strict rules of your order, you use an arc-and-compass breastpin.” “Ah, of course, I forgot that. But the writing?” “What else can be indicated by that right cuff so very shiny for five inches, and the left one with the smooth patch near the elbow where you rest it upon the desk?” “Well, but China?” “The fish that you have tattooed immediately above your right wrist could only have been done in China. I have made a small study of tattoo marks and have even contributed to the literature of the subject. That trick of staining the fishes' scales of a delicate pink is quite peculiar to China. When, in addition, I see a Chinese coin hanging from your watch-chain, the matter becomes even more simple.” Mr. Jabez Wilson laughed heavily. “Well, I never!” said he. “I thought at first that you had done something clever, but I see that there was nothing in it after all.” “I begin to think, Watson,” said Holmes, “that I make a mistake in explaining. ‘Omne ignotum pro magnifico,' you know, and my poor little reputation, such as it is, will suffer shipwreck if I am so candid. Can you not find the advertisement, Mr. Wilson?” “Yes, I have got it now,” he answered with his thick red finger planted halfway down the column. “Here it is. This is what began it all. You just read it for yourself, sir.” I took the paper from him and read as follows: “TO THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE: On account of the bequest of the late Ezekiah Hopkins, of Lebanon, Pennsylvania, U. S. A., there is now another vacancy open which entitles a member of the League to a salary of �4 a week for purely nominal services. All red-headed men who are sound in body and mind and above the age of twenty-one years, are eligible. Apply in person on Monday, at eleven o'clock, to Duncan Ross, at the offices of the League, 7 Pope's Court, Fleet Street.” “What on earth does this mean?” I ejaculated after I had twice read over the extraordinary announcement. Holmes chuckled and wriggled in his chair, as was his habit when in high spirits. “It is a little off the beaten track, isn't it?” said he. “And now, Mr. Wilson, off you go at scratch and tell us all about yourself, your household, and the effect which this advertisement had upon your fortunes. You will first make a note, Doctor, of the paper and the date.” “It is The Morning Chronicle of April 27, 1890. Just two months ago.” “Very good. Now, Mr. Wilson?” “Well, it is just as I have been telling you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,” said Jabez Wilson, mopping his forehead; “I have a small pawnbroker's business at Coburg Square, near the City. It's not a very large affair, and of late years it has not done more than just give me a living. I used to be able to keep two assistants, but now I only keep one; and I would have a job to pay him but that he is willing to come for half wages so as to learn the business.” “What is the name of this obliging youth?” asked Sherlock Holmes. “His name is Vincent Spaulding, and he's not such a youth, either. It's hard to say his age. I should not wish a smarter assistant, Mr. Holmes; and I know very well that he could better himself and earn twice what I am able to give him. But, after all, if he is satisfied, why should I put ideas in his head?” “Why, indeed? You seem most fortunate in having an employ� who comes under the full market price. It is not a common experience among employers in this age. I don't know that your assistant is not as remarkable as your advertisement.” “Oh, he has his faults, too,” said Mr. Wilson. “Never was such a fellow for photography. Snapping away with a camera when he ought to be improving his mind, and then diving down into the cellar like a rabbit into its hole to develop his pictures. That is his main fault, but on the whole he's a good worker. There's no vice in him.” “He is still with you, I presume?” “Yes, sir. He and a girl of fourteen, who does a bit of simple cooking and keeps the place clean—that's all I have in the house, for I am a widower and never had any family. We live very quietly, sir, the three of us; and we keep a roof over our heads and pay our debts, if we do nothing more. “The first thing that put us out was that advertisement. Spaulding, he came down into the office just this day eight weeks, with this very paper in his hand, and he says: “ ‘I wish to the Lord, Mr. Wilson, that I was a red-headed man.' “ ‘Why that?' I asks. “ ‘Why,' says he, ‘here's another vacancy on the League of the Red-headed Men. It's worth quite a little fortune to any man who gets it, and I understand that there are more vacancies than there are men, so that the trustees are at their wits' end what to do with the money. If my hair would only change colour, here's a nice little crib all ready for me to step into.' “ ‘Why, what is it, then?' I asked. You see, Mr. Holmes, I am a very stay-at-home man, and as my business came to me instead of my having to go to it, I was often weeks on end without putting my foot over the door-mat. In that way I didn't know much of what was going on outside, and I was always glad of a bit of news. “ ‘Have you never heard of the League of the Red-headed Men?' he asked with his eyes open. “ ‘Never.' “ ‘Why, I wonder at that, for you are eligible yourself for one of the vacancies.' “ ‘And what are they worth?' I asked. “ ‘Oh, merely a couple of hundred a year, but the work is slight, and it need not interfere very much with one's other occupations.' “Well, you can easily think that that made me prick up my ears, for the business has not been over good for some years, and an extra couple of hundred would have been very handy. “ ‘Tell me all about it,' said I. “ ‘Well,' said he, showing me the advertisement, ‘you can see for yourself that the League has a vacancy, and there is the address where you should apply for particulars. As far as I can make out, the League was founded by an American millionaire, Ezekiah Hopkins, who was very peculiar in his ways. He was himself red-headed, and he had a great sympathy for all red-headed men; so, when he died, it was found that he had left his enormous fortune in the hands of trustees, with instructions to apply the interest to the providing of easy berths to men whose hair is of that colour. From all I hear it is splendid pay and very little to do.' “ ‘But,' said I, ‘there would be millions of red-headed men who would apply.' “ ‘Not so many as you might think,' he answered. ‘You see it is really confined to Londoners, and to grown men. This American had started from London when he was young, and he wanted to do the old town a good turn. Then, again, I have heard it is no use your applying if your hair is light red, or dark red, or anything but real bright, blazing, fiery red. Now, if you cared to apply, Mr. Wilson, you would just walk in; but perhaps it would hardly be worth your while to put yourself out of the way for the sake of a few hundred pounds.' “Now, it is a fact, gentlemen, as you may see for yourselves, that my hair is of a very full and rich tint, so that it seemed to me that if there was to be any competition in the matter I stood as good a chance as any man that I had ever met. Vincent Spaulding seemed to know so much about it that I thought he might prove useful, so I just ordered him to put up the shutters for the day and to come right away with me. He was very willing to have a holiday, so we shut the business up and started off for the address that was given us in the advertisement. “I never hope to see such a sight as that again, Mr. Holmes. From north, south, east, and west every man who had a shade of red in his hair had tramped into the city to answer the advertisement. Fleet Street was choked with red-headed folk, and Pope's Court looked like a coster's orange barrow. I should not have thought there were so many in the whole country as were brought together by that single advertisement. Every shade of colour they were—straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter, liver, clay; but, as Spaulding said, there were not many who had the real vivid flame-coloured tint. When I saw how many were waiting, I would have given it up in despair; but Spaulding would not hear of it. How he did it I could not imagine, but he pushed and pulled and butted until he got me through the crowd, and right up to the steps which led to the office. There was a double stream upon the stair, some going up in hope, and some coming back dejected; but we wedged in as well as we could and soon found ourselves in the office.” “Your experience has been a most entertaining one,” remarked Holmes as his client paused and refreshed his memory with a huge pinch of snuff. “Pray continue your very interesting statement.” “There was nothing in the office but a couple of wooden chairs and a deal table, behind which sat a small man with a head that was even redder than mine. He said a few words to each candidate as he came up, and then he always managed to find some fault in them which would disqualify them. Getting a vacancy did not seem to be such a very easy matter, after all. However, when our turn came the little man was much more favourable to me than to any of the others, and he closed the door as we entered, so that he might have a private word with us. “ ‘This is Mr. Jabez Wilson,' said my assistant, ‘and he is willing to fill a vacancy in the League.' “ ‘And he is admirably suited for it,' the other answered. ‘He has every requirement. I cannot recall when I have seen anything so fine.' He took a step backward, cocked his head on one side, and gazed at my hair until I felt quite bashful. Then suddenly he plunged forward, wrung my hand, and congratulated me warmly on my success. “ ‘It would be injustice to hesitate,' said he. ‘You will, however, I am sure, excuse me for taking an obvious precaution.' With that he seized my hair in both his hands, and tugged until I yelled with the pain. ‘There is water in your eyes,' said he as he released me. ‘I perceive that all is as it should be. But we have to be careful, for we have twice been deceived by wigs and once by paint. I could tell you tales of cobbler's wax which would disgust you with human nature.' He stepped over to the window and shouted through it at the top of his voice that the vacancy was filled. A groan of disappointment came up from below, and the folk all trooped away in different directions until there was not a red-head to be seen except my own and that of the manager. “ ‘My name,' said he, ‘is Mr. Duncan Ross, and I am myself one of the pensioners upon the fund left by our noble benefactor. Are you a married man, Mr. Wilson? Have you a family?' “I answered that I had not. “His face fell immediately. “ ‘Dear me!' he said gravely, ‘that is very serious indeed! I am sorry to hear you say that. The fund was, of course, for the propagation and spread of the red-heads as well as for their maintenance. It is exceedingly unfortunate that you should be a bachelor.' “My face lengthened at this, Mr. Holmes, for I thought that I was not to have the vacancy after all; but after thinking it over for a few minutes he said that it would be all right. “ ‘In the case of another,' said he, ‘the objection might be fatal, but we must stretch a point in favour of a man with such a head of hair as yours. When shall you be able to enter upon your new duties?' “ ‘Well, it is a little awkward, for I have a business already,' said I. “ ‘Oh, never mind about that, Mr. Wilson!' said Vincent Spaulding. ‘I should be able to look after that for you.' “ ‘What would be the hours?' I asked. “ ‘Ten to two.' “Now a pawnbroker's business is mostly done of an evening, Mr. Holmes, especially Thursday and Friday evening, which is just before pay-day; so it would suit me very well to earn a little in the mornings. Besides, I knew that my assistant was a good man, and that he would see to anything that turned up. “ ‘That would suit me very well,' said I. ‘And the pay?' “ ‘Is �4 a week.' “ ‘And the work?' “ ‘Is purely nominal.' “ ‘What do you call purely nominal?' “ ‘Well, you have to be in the office, or at least in the building, the whole time. If you leave, you forfeit your whole position forever. The will is very clear upon that point. You don't comply with the conditions if you budge from the office during that time.' “ ‘It's only four hours a day, and I should not think of leaving,' said I. “ ‘No excuse will avail,' said Mr. Duncan Ross; ‘neither sickness nor business nor anything else. There you must stay, or you lose your billet.' “ ‘And the work?' “ ‘Is to copy out the Encyclopaedia Britannica. There is the first volume of it in that press. You must find your own ink, pens, and blotting-paper, but we provide this table and chair. Will you be ready to-morrow?' “ ‘Certainly,' I answered. “ ‘Then, good-bye, Mr. Jabez Wilson, and let me congratulate you once more on the important position which you have been fortunate enough to gain.' He bowed me out of the room and I went home with my assistant, hardly knowing what to say or do, I was so pleased at my own good fortune. “Well, I thought over the matter all day, and by evening I was in low spirits again; for I had quite persuaded myself that the whole affair must be some great hoax or fraud, though what its object might be I could not imagine. It seemed altogether past belief that anyone could make such a will, or that they would pay such a sum for doing anything so simple as copying out the Encyclopaedia Britannica. Vincent Spaulding did what he could to cheer me up, but by bedtime I had reasoned myself out of the whole thing. However, in the morning I determined to have a look at it anyhow, so I bought a penny bottle of ink, and with a quill-pen, and seven sheets of foolscap paper, I started off for Pope's Court. “Well, to my surprise and delight, everything was as right as possible. The table was set out ready for me, and Mr. Duncan Ross was there to see that I got fairly to work. He started me off upon the letter A, and then he left me; but he would drop in from time to time to see that all was right with me. At two o'clock he bade me good-day, complimented me upon the amount that I had written, and locked the door of the office after me. “This went on day after day, Mr. Holmes, and on Saturday the manager came in and planked down four golden sovereigns for my week's work. It was the same next week, and the same the week after. Every morning I was there at ten, and every afternoon I left at two. By degrees Mr. Duncan Ross took to coming in only once of a morning, and then, after a time, he did not come in at all. Still, of course, I never dared to leave the room for an instant, for I was not sure when he might come, and the billet was such a good one, and suited me so well, that I would not risk the loss of it. “Eight weeks passed away like this, and I had written about Abbots and Archery and Armour and Architecture and Attica, and hoped with diligence that I might get on to the B's before very long. It cost me something in foolscap, and I had pretty nearly filled a shelf with my writings. And then suddenly the whole business came to an end.” “To an end?” “Yes, sir. And no later than this morning. I went to my work as usual at ten o'clock, but the door was shut and locked, with a little square of cardboard hammered on to the middle of the panel with a tack. Here it is, and you can read for yourself.” He held up a piece of white cardboard about the size of a sheet of note-paper. It read in this fashion: THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE IS DISSOLVED. October 9, 1890.Sherlock Holmes and I surveyed this curt announcement and the rueful face behind it, until the comical side of the affair so completely overtopped every other consideration that we both burst out into a roar of laughter. “I cannot see that there is anything very funny,” cried our client, flushing up to the roots of his flaming head. “If you can do nothing better than laugh at me, I can go elsewhere.” “No, no,” cried Holmes, shoving him back into the chair from which he had half risen. “I really wouldn't miss your case for the world. It is most refreshingly unusual. But there is, if you will excuse my saying so, something just a little funny about it. Pray what steps did you take when you found the card upon the door?” “I was staggered, sir. I did not know what to do. Then I called at the offices round, but none of them seemed to know anything about it. Finally, I went to the landlord, who is an accountant living on the ground floor, and I asked him if he could tell me what had become of the Red-headed League. He said that he had never heard of any such body. Then I asked him who Mr. Duncan Ross was. He answered that the name was new to him. “ ‘Well,' said I, ‘the gentleman at No. 4.' “ ‘What, the red-headed man?' “ ‘Yes.' “ ‘Oh,' said he, ‘his name was William Morris. He was a solicitor and was using my room as a temporary convenience until his new premises were ready. He moved out yesterday.' “ ‘Where could I find him?' “ ‘Oh, at his new offices. He did tell me the address. Yes, 17 King Edward Street, near St. Paul's.' “I started off, Mr. Holmes, but when I got to that address it was a manufactory of artificial knee-caps, and no one in it had ever heard of either Mr. William Morris or Mr. Duncan Ross.” “And what did you do then?” asked Holmes. “I went home to Saxe-Coburg Square, and I took the advice of my assistant. But he could not help me in any way. He could only say that if I waited I should hear by post. But that was not quite good enough, Mr. Holmes. I did not wish to lose such a place without a struggle, so, as I had heard that you were good enough to give advice to poor folk who were in need of it, I came right away to you.” “And you did very wisely,” said Holmes. “Your case is an exceedingly remarkable one, and I shall be happy to look into it. From what you have told me I think that it is possible that graver issues hang from it than might at first sight appear.” “Grave enough!” said Mr. Jabez Wilson. “Why, I have lost four pound a week.” “As far as you are personally concerned,” remarked Holmes, “I do not see that you have any grievance against this extraordinary league. On the contrary, you are, as I understand, richer by some �30, to say nothing of the minute knowledge which you have gained on every subject which comes under the letter A. You have lost nothing by them.” “No, sir. But I want to find out about them, and who they are, and what their object was in playing this prank—if it was a prank—upon me. It was a pretty expensive joke for them, for it cost them two and thirty pounds.” “We shall endeavour to clear up these points for you. And, first, one or two questions, Mr. Wilson. This assistant of yours who first called your attention to the advertisement—how long had he been with you?” “About a month then.” “How did he come?” “In answer to an advertisement.” “Was he the only applicant?” “No, I had a dozen.” “Why did you pick him?” “Because he was handy and would come cheap.” “At half wages, in fact.” “Yes.” “What is he like, this Vincent Spaulding?” “Small, stout-built, very quick in his ways, no hair on his face, though he's not short of thirty. Has a white splash of acid upon his forehead.” Holmes sat up in his chair in considerable excitement. “I thought as much,” said he. “Have you ever observed that his ears are pierced for earrings?” “Yes, sir. He told me that a gipsy had done it for him when he was a lad.” “Hum!” said Holmes, sinking back in deep thought. “He is still with you?” “Oh, yes, sir; I have only just left him.” “And has your business been attended to in your absence?” “Nothing to complain of, sir. There's never very much to do of a morning.” “That will do, Mr. Wilson. I shall be happy to give you an opinion upon the subject in the course of a day or two. To-day is Saturday, and I hope that by Monday we may come to a conclusion.” “Well, Watson,” said Holmes when our visitor had left us, “what do you make of it all?” “I make nothing of it,” I answered frankly. “It is a most mysterious business.” “As a rule,” said Holmes, “the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify. But I must be prompt over this matter.” “What are you going to do, then?” I asked. “To smoke,” he answered. “It is quite a three pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.” He curled himself up in his chair, with his thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and there he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay pipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird. I had come to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep, and indeed was nodding myself, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with the gesture of a man who has made up his mind and put his pipe down upon the mantelpiece. “Sarasate plays at the St. James's Hall this afternoon,” he remarked. “What do you think, Watson? Could your patients spare you for a few hours?” “I have nothing to do to-day. My practice is never very absorbing.” “Then put on your hat and come. I am going through the City first, and we can have some lunch on the way. I observe that there is a good deal of German music on the programme, which is rather more to my taste than Italian or French. It is introspective, and I want to introspect. Come along!” We travelled by the Underground as far as Aldersgate; and a short walk took us to Saxe-Coburg Square, the scene of the singular story which we had listened to in the morning. It was a poky, little, shabby-genteel place, where four lines of dingy two-storied brick houses looked out into a small railed-in enclosure, where a lawn of weedy grass and a few clumps of faded laurel bushes made a hard fight against a smoke-laden and uncongenial atmosphere. Three gilt balls and a brown board with “JABEZ WILSON” in white letters, upon a corner house, announced the place where our red-headed client carried on his business. Sherlock Holmes stopped in front of it with his head on one side and looked it all over, with his eyes shining brightly between puckered lids. Then he walked slowly up the street, and then down again to the corner, still looking keenly at the houses. Finally he returned to the pawnbroker's, and, having thumped vigorously upon the pavement with his stick two or three times, he went up to the door and knocked. It was instantly opened by a bright-looking, clean-shaven young fellow, who asked him to step in. “Thank you,” said Holmes, “I only wished to ask you how you would go from here to the Strand.” “Third right, fourth left,” answered the assistant promptly, closing the door. “Smart fellow, that,” observed Holmes as we walked away. “He is, in my judgment, the fourth smartest man in London, and for daring I am not sure that he has not a claim to be third. I have known something of him before.” “Evidently,” said I, “Mr. Wilson's assistant counts for a good deal in this mystery of the Red-headed League. I am sure that you inquired your way merely in order that you might see him.” “Not him.” “What then?” “The knees of his trousers.” “And what did you see?” “What I expected to see.” “Why did you beat the pavement?” “My dear doctor, this is a time for observation, not for talk. We are spies in an enemy's country. We know something of Saxe-Coburg Square. Let us now explore the parts which lie behind it.” The road in which we found ourselves as we turned round the corner from the retired Saxe-Coburg Square presented as great a contrast to it as the front of a picture does to the back. It was one of the main arteries which conveyed the traffic of the City to the north and west. The roadway was blocked with the immense stream of commerce flowing in a double tide inward and outward, while the footpaths were black with the hurrying swarm of pedestrians. It was difficult to realise as we looked at the line of fine shops and stately business premises that they really abutted on the other side upon the faded and stagnant square which we had just quitted. “Let me see,” said Holmes, standing at the corner and glancing along the line, “I should like just to remember the order of the houses here. It is a hobby of mine to have an exact knowledge of London. There is Mortimer's, the tobacconist, the little newspaper shop, the Coburg branch of the City and Suburban Bank, the Vegetarian Restaurant, and McFarlane's carriage-building depot. That carries us right on to the other block. And now, Doctor, we've done our work, so it's time we had some play. A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony, and there are no red-headed clients to vex us with their conundrums.” My friend was an enthusiastic musician, being himself not only a very capable performer but a composer of no ordinary merit. All the afternoon he sat in the stalls wrapped in the most perfect happiness, gently waving his long, thin fingers in time to the music, while his gently smiling face and his languid, dreamy eyes were as unlike those of Holmes the sleuth-hound, Holmes the relentless, keen-witted, ready-handed criminal agent, as it was possible to conceive. In his singular character the dual nature alternately asserted itself, and his extreme exactness and astuteness represented, as I have often thought, the reaction against the poetic and contemplative mood which occasionally predominated in him. The swing of his nature took him from extreme languor to devouring energy; and, as I knew well, he was never so truly formidable as when, for days on end, he had been lounging in his armchair amid his improvisations and his black-letter editions. Then it was that the lust of the chase would suddenly come upon him, and that his brilliant reasoning power would rise to the level of intuition, until those who were unacquainted with his methods would look askance at him as on a man whose knowledge was not that of other mortals. When I saw him that afternoon so enwrapped in the music at St. James's Hall I felt that an evil time might be coming upon those whom he had set himself to hunt down. “You want to go home, no doubt, Doctor,” he remarked as we emerged. “Yes, it would be as well.” “And I have some business to do which will take some hours. This business at Coburg Square is serious.” “Why serious?” “A considerable crime is in contemplation. I have every reason to believe that we shall be in time to stop it. But to-day being Saturday rather complicates matters. I shall want your help to-night.” “At what time?” “Ten will be early enough.” “I shall be at Baker Street at ten.” “Very well. And, I say, Doctor, there may be some little danger, so kindly put your army revolver in your pocket.” He waved his hand, turned on his heel, and disappeared in an instant among the crowd. I trust that I am not more dense than my neighbours, but I was always oppressed with a sense of my own stupidity in my dealings with Sherlock Holmes. Here I had heard what he had heard, I had seen what he had seen, and yet from his words it was evident that he saw clearly not only what had happened but what was about to happen, while to me the whole business was still confused and grotesque. As I drove home to my house in Kensington I thought over it all, from the extraordinary story of the red-headed copier of the Encyclopaedia down to the visit to Saxe-Coburg Square, and the ominous words with which he had parted from me. What was this nocturnal expedition, and why should I go armed? Where were we going, and what were we to do? I had the hint from Holmes that this smooth-faced pawnbroker's assistant was a formidable man—a man who might play a deep game. I tried to puzzle it out, but gave it up in despair and set the matter aside until night should bring an explanation. It was a quarter-past nine when I started from home and made my way across the Park, and so through Oxford Street to Baker Street. Two hansoms were standing at the door, and as I entered the passage I heard the sound of voices from above. On entering his room, I found Holmes in animated conversation with two men, one of whom I recognised as Peter Jones, the official police agent, while the other was a long, thin, sad-faced man, with a very shiny hat and oppressively respectable frock-coat. “Ha! Our party is complete,” said Holmes, buttoning up his pea-jacket and taking his heavy hunting crop from the rack. “Watson, I think you know Mr. Jones, of Scotland Yard? Let me introduce you to Mr. Merryweather, who is to be our companion in to-night's adventure.” “We're hunting in couples again, Doctor, you see,” said Jones in his consequential way. “Our friend here is a wonderful man for starting a chase. All he wants is an old dog to help him to do the running down.” “I hope a wild goose may not prove to be the end of our chase,” observed Mr. Merryweather gloomily. “You may place considerable confidence in Mr. Holmes, sir,” said the police agent loftily. “He has his own little methods, which are, if he won't mind my saying so, just a little too theoretical and fantastic, but he has the makings of a detective in him. It is not too much to say that once or twice, as in that business of the Sholto murder and the Agra treasure, he has been more nearly correct than the official force.” “Oh, if you say so, Mr. Jones, it is all right,” said the stranger with deference. “Still, I confess that I miss my rubber. It is the first Saturday night for seven-and-twenty years that I have not had my rubber.” “I think you will find,” said Sherlock Holmes, “that you will play for a higher stake to-night than you have ever done yet, and that the play will be more exciting. For you, Mr. Merryweather, the stake will be some �30,000; and for you, Jones, it will be the man upon whom you wish to lay your hands.” “John Clay, the murderer, thief, smasher, and forger. He's a young man, Mr. Merryweather, but he is at the head of his profession, and I would rather have my bracelets on him than on any criminal in London. He's a remarkable man, is young John Clay. His grandfather was a royal duke, and he himself has been to Eton and Oxford. His brain is as cunning as his fingers, and though we meet signs of him at every turn, we never know where to find the man himself. He'll crack a crib in Scotland one week, and be raising money to build an orphanage in Cornwall the next. I've been on his track for years and have never set eyes on him yet.” “I hope that I may have the pleasure of introducing you to-night. I've had one or two little turns also with Mr. John Clay, and I agree with you that he is at the head of his profession. It is past ten, however, and quite time that we started. If you two will take the first hansom, Watson and I will follow in the second.” Sherlock Holmes was not very communicative during the long drive and lay back in the cab humming the tunes which he had heard in the afternoon. We rattled through an endless labyrinth of gas-lit streets until we emerged into Farrington Street. “We are close there now,” my friend remarked. “This fellow Merryweather is a bank director, and personally interested in the matter. I thought it as well to have Jones with us also. He is not a bad fellow, though an absolute imbecile in his profession. He has one positive virtue. He is as brave as a bulldog and as tenacious as a lobster if he gets his claws upon anyone. Here we are, and they are waiting for us.” We had reached the same crowded thoroughfare in which we had found ourselves in the morning. Our cabs were dismissed, and, following the guidance of Mr. Merryweather, we passed down a narrow passage and through a side door, which he opened for us. Within there was a small corridor, which ended in a very massive iron gate. This also was opened, and led down a flight of winding stone steps, which terminated at another formidable gate. Mr. Merryweather stopped to light a lantern, and then conducted us down a dark, earth-smelling passage, and so, after opening a third door, into a huge vault or cellar, which was piled all round with crates and massive boxes. “You are not very vulnerable from above,” Holmes remarked as he held up the lantern and gazed about him. “Nor from below,” said Mr. Merryweather, striking his stick upon the flags which lined the floor. “Why, dear me, it sounds quite hollow!” he remarked, looking up in surprise. “I must really ask you to be a little more quiet!” said Holmes severely. “You have already imperilled the whole success of our expedition. Might I beg that you would have the goodness to sit down upon one of those boxes, and not to interfere?” The solemn Mr. Merryweather perched himself upon a crate, with a very injured expression upon his face, while Holmes fell upon his knees upon the floor and, with the lantern and a magnifying lens, began to examine minutely the cracks between the stones. A few seconds sufficed to satisfy him, for he sprang to his feet again and put his glass in his pocket. “We have at least an hour before us,” he remarked, “for they can hardly take any steps until the good pawnbroker is safely in bed. Then they will not lose a minute, for the sooner they do their work the longer time they will have for their escape. We are at present, Doctor—as no doubt you have divined—in the cellar of the City branch of one of the principal London banks. Mr. Merryweather is the chairman of directors, and he will explain to you that there are reasons why the more daring criminals of London should take a considerable interest in this cellar at present.” “It is our French gold,” whispered the director. “We have had several warnings that an attempt might be made upon it.” “Your French gold?” “Yes. We had occasion some months ago to strengthen our resources and borrowed for that purpose 30,000 napoleons from the Bank of France. It has become known that we have never had occasion to unpack the money, and that it is still lying in our cellar. The crate upon which I sit contains 2,000 napoleons packed between layers of lead foil. Our reserve of bullion is much larger at present than is usually kept in a single branch office, and the directors have had misgivings upon the subject.” “Which were very well justified,” observed Holmes. “And now it is time that we arranged our little plans. I expect that within an hour matters will come to a head. In the meantime Mr. Merryweather, we must put the screen over that dark lantern.” “And sit in the dark?” “I am afraid so. I had brought a pack of cards in my pocket, and I thought that, as we were a partie carr�e, you might have your rubber after all. But I see that the enemy's preparations have gone so far that we cannot risk the presence of a light. And, first of all, we must choose our positions. These are daring men, and though we shall take them at a disadvantage, they may do us some harm unless we are careful. I shall stand behind this crate, and do you conceal yourselves behind those. Then, when I flash a light upon them, close in swiftly. If they fire, Watson, have no compunction about shooting them down.” I placed my revolver, cocked, upon the top of the wooden case behind which I crouched. Holmes shot the slide across the front of his lantern and left us in pitch darkness—such an absolute darkness as I have never before experienced. The smell of hot metal remained to assure us that the light was still there, ready to flash out at a moment's notice. To me, with my nerves worked up to a pitch of expectancy, there was something depressing and subduing in the sudden gloom, and in the cold dank air of the vault. “They have but one retreat,” whispered Holmes. “That is back through the house into Saxe-Coburg Square. I hope that you have done what I asked you, Jones?” “I have an inspector and two officers waiting at the front door.” “Then we have stopped all the holes. And now we must be silent and wait.” What a time it seemed! From comparing notes afterwards it was but an hour and a quarter, yet it appeared to me that the night must have almost gone, and the dawn be breaking above us. My limbs were weary and stiff, for I feared to change my position; yet my nerves were worked up to the highest pitch of tension, and my hearing was so acute that I could not only hear the gentle breathing of my companions, but I could distinguish the deeper, heavier in-breath of the bulky Jones from the thin, sighing note of the bank director. From my position I could look over the case in the direction of the floor. Suddenly my eyes caught the glint of a light. At first it was but a lurid spark upon the stone pavement. Then it lengthened out until it became a yellow line, and then, without any warning or sound, a gash seemed to open and a hand appeared, a white, almost womanly hand, which felt about in the centre of the little area of light. For a minute or more the hand, with its writhing fingers, protruded out of the floor. Then it was withdrawn as suddenly as it appeared, and all was dark again save the single lurid spark which marked a chink between the stones. Its disappearance, however, was but momentary. With a rending, tearing sound, one of the broad, white stones turned over upon its side and left a square, gaping hole, through which streamed the light of a lantern. Over the edge there peeped a clean-cut, boyish face, which looked keenly about it, and then, with a hand on either side of the aperture, drew itself shoulder-high and waist-high, until one knee rested upon the edge. In another instant he stood at the side of the hole and was hauling after him a companion, lithe and small like himself, with a pale face and a shock of very red hair. “It's all clear,” he whispered. “Have you the chisel and the bags? Great Scott! Jump, Archie, jump, and I'll swing for it!” Sherlock Holmes had sprung out and seized the intruder by the collar. The other dived down the hole, and I heard the sound of rending cloth as Jones clutched at his skirts. The light flashed upon the barrel of a revolver, but Holmes' hunting crop came down on the man's wrist, and the pistol clinked upon the stone floor. “It's no use, John Clay,” said Holmes blandly. “You have no chance at all.” “So I see,” the other answered with the utmost coolness. “I fancy that my pal is all right, though I see you have got his coat-tails.” “There are three men waiting for him at the door,” said Holmes. “Oh, indeed! You seem to have done the thing very completely. I must compliment you.” “And I you,” Holmes answered. “Your red-headed idea was very new and effective.” “You'll see your pal again presently,” said Jones. “He's quicker at climbing down holes than I am. Just hold out while I fix the derbies.” “I beg that you will not touch me with your filthy hands,” remarked our prisoner as the handcuffs clattered upon his wrists. “You may not be aware that I have royal blood in my veins. Have the goodness, also, when you address me always to say ‘sir' and ‘please.' ” “All right,” said Jones with a stare and a snigger. “Well, would you please, sir, march upstairs, where we can get a cab to carry your Highness to the police-station?” “That is better,” said John Clay serenely. He made a sweeping bow to the three of us and walked quietly off in the custody of the detective. “Really, Mr. Holmes,” said Mr. Merryweather as we followed them from the cellar, “I do not know how the bank can thank you or repay you. There is no doubt that you have detected and defeated in the most complete manner one of the most determined attempts at bank robbery that have ever come within my experience.” “I have had one or two little scores of my own to settle with Mr. John Clay,” said Holmes. “I have been at some small expense over this matter, which I shall expect the bank to refund, but beyond that I am amply repaid by having had an experience which is in many ways unique, and by hearing the very remarkable narrative of the Red-headed League.” “You see, Watson,” he explained in the early hours of the morning as we sat over a glass of whisky and soda in Baker Street, “it was perfectly obvious from the first that the only possible object of this rather fantastic business of the advertisement of the League, and the copying of the Encyclopaedia, must be to get this not over-bright pawnbroker out of the way for a number of hours every day. It was a curious way of managing it, but, really, it would be difficult to suggest a better. The method was no doubt suggested to Clay's ingenious mind by the colour of his accomplice's hair. The �4 a week was a lure which must draw him, and what was it to them, who were playing for thousands? They put in the advertisement, one rogue has the temporary office, the other rogue incites the man to apply for it, and together they manage to secure his absence every morning in the week. From the time that I heard of the assistant having come for half wages, it was obvious to me that he had some strong motive for securing the situation.” “But how could you guess what the motive was?” “Had there been women in the house, I should have suspected a mere vulgar intrigue. That, however, was out of the question. The man's business was a small one, and there was nothing in his house which could account for such elaborate preparations, and such an expenditure as they were at. It must, then, be something out of the house. What could it be? I thought of the assistant's fondness for photography, and his trick of vanishing into the cellar. The cellar! There was the end of this tangled clue. Then I made inquiries as to this mysterious assistant and found that I had to deal with one of the coolest and most daring criminals in London. He was doing something in the cellar—something which took many hours a day for months on end. What could it be, once more? I could think of nothing save that he was running a tunnel to some other building. “So far I had got when we went to visit the scene of action. I surprised you by beating upon the pavement with my stick. I was ascertaining whether the cellar stretched out in front or behind. It was not in front. Then I rang the bell, and, as I hoped, the assistant answered it. We have had some skirmishes, but we had never set eyes upon each other before. I hardly looked at his face. His knees were what I wished to see. You must yourself have remarked how worn, wrinkled, and stained they were. They spoke of those hours of burrowing. The only remaining point was what they were burrowing for. I walked round the corner, saw the City and Suburban Bank abutted on our friend's premises, and felt that I had solved my problem. When you drove home after the concert I called upon Scotland Yard and upon the chairman of the bank directors, with the result that you have seen.” “And how could you tell that they would make their attempt to-night?” I asked. “Well, when they closed their League offices that was a sign that they cared no longer about Mr. Jabez Wilson's presence—in other words, that they had completed their tunnel. But it was essential that they should use it soon, as it might be discovered, or the bullion might be removed. Saturday would suit them better than any other day, as it would give them two days for their escape. For all these reasons I expected them to come to-night.” “You reasoned it out beautifully,” I exclaimed in unfeigned admiration. “It is so long a chain, and yet every link rings true.” “It saved me from ennui,” he answered, yawning. “Alas! I already feel it closing in upon me. My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence. These little problems help me to do so.” “And you are a benefactor of the race,” said I. He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, perhaps, after all, it is of some little use,” he remarked. “ ‘L'homme c'est rien—l'oeuvre c'est tout,' as Gustave Flaubert wrote to George Sand.”