 I could not suppress a shudder at the chilling new development.
Every human instinct in me revolted at the thought of this unspeakable
atrocity.
Holmes kept his composure, but all colour had drained from his
face. Although he liked to entertain the thought that he was but a brain
and the rest of him a mere appendix, I had come to recognize over the
years that this "appendix" was actually a great and noble heart capable
of compassion and sympathy for his fellow human beings.
"Watson", Holmes said very quiety and I could see that it took him
considerable effort to keep his voice from shaking. "Watson, what a fool
I have been!" I rose to protest, but he commanded my silence with a wave
of his hand.
"I appreciate your loyalty, my friend. But this is not the time to spare
my feelings. Yes, errare humanum est... but this blunder of mine has
cost a life. I have indulged myself and squandered precious time by
deciphering this little musical code..."
He cast a deprecatory glance at the papers we had so hurriedly
crammed into the dustbin.
"... when I should have taken measures to prevent another crime. This is
simply inexcusable."
We sat in silence for a minute, unsure what to say. But when Holmes
spoke up again, his voice had the ring of steely determination.
"Watson, get your coat. We must visit the scene of the crime, before the
police have trampled over the last shreds of evidence. Let's try to atone
for our blindness by ending this carnage and bringing the perpetrators to
justice!"
"Perpetrators, Holmes?" I asked, as we headed downstairs to hail a cab
that would convey us to "The Four Willows". "Do you think this is the
work of more than one murderer?"
"I believe so indeed", Holmes answered, as we were finally settled
within the carriage.
"And consider, Watson, the different modi operandi employed in sending those
gifted artists to kingdom come. Vladimir Peshilka was poisoned with
chocolates, Mlle. Lacroix died of a bullet, Roseline Filiberto was
drowned in the pond, John Amberson possibly evaded smoking himself to
death in a very literal sense... and now Miss Svoboda loses her head.
Why such varied methods?"
Suddenly a thought struck me.
"Yes Holmes! Why do such a gruesome and inconvenient thing to kill
this poor woman? The lady is beheaded in her room in broad daylight and
nobody notices anything? As a doctor I can assure you, that this
horrible crime cannot have been perpetrated without considerable
effort and certainly not noiselessly!"
"Dear Doctor, you have penetrated the heart of the mystery. I commend
your professional perspicacity in this matter. It looks as if the cause
of death was chosen for dramatic effect rather than for convenience. Why
indeed? That is what we must find out. Come Watson, here we are."
Proceed to Part Nine
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