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(part1)
It was a dark autumn morning in 1895. My friend Sherlock Holmes, the lamous detective, and I, Dr Watson, were in the sitting room of our house in Baker Street in London when a telegram arrived. Holmes opened it at
once, and laughed. I looked quickly across the room at him.
'Why are you laughing, Holmes?' I asked.
Holmes looked back at me with his cold, blue eyes. 'Because this telegram is from my brother Mycroft,' he said. 'He wants to speak to me at once about Mr Arthur
Cadogan. Do you know this man, Watson?' 'I saw something about him in today's newspaper. But now I can't remember the story,' I answered. And my brother Mycroft - what do vou remember about him?' asked Holmes with a smile. 'Not much,' I answered. 'I met him once - long ago. Tell me more about him.' 'He's a very clever and important man. He works for the government. He knows everything about everything. So why does he want to speak to me? Why does he want to visit our home in Baker Street? And who is Mr Cadogan?'
I opened The Times and looked for the story. 'Here it is!' I cried suddenly. A worker found Cadogan's dead body near Aldgate Station on the London
Underground on Tucsday morning.'
"Tell me more, Watson,' said Holmes. I began to read the story in The Times to him. 'The dead man was Mr Arthur Cadogan. He was twenty-seven years old. He lived with his wife, Violet, in Woolwich and he
worked at Woolwich Arsenal.' 'Now I understand!' cried Holmes. 'Mycroft is interested
because Cadogan worked for the government!' 'On Monday night.' I said, 'Cadogan was in Woolwich with his wife. They had tickets for
the theatre. Suddenly he left her in the street. But why? She doesn't know. At six o'clock the
next morning, a worker found his dead body.'
"Near Aldgate Station,' said Holmes. I see.
And was Cadogan badly injured?'
'Yes, he was.'
"Then he fell from the train - or somebody pushed him. Perhaps he was dead before they pushed him out. Tell me
more, Watson.' 'Cadogan's train came from West London, but where did he get on? The police don't know.' I said. "There was no train ticket in his pockets, only some money, two theatre
tickets - and some papers.' 'Very interesting,' said Holmes. 'How did he get on the train without a ticket? Perhaps somebodv took it. But why?' Holmes stopped and thought. 'Hmm. Cadogan worked for the government at Woolwich Arsenal, he had some important papers, and my brother Mycroft is
interested in this. And so, Watson, I am interested, too.
Now. where is Mycroft?' Minutes later, Mycroft Holmes arrived at our door. He was a tall, fat man with a very clever face. With him
was our old friend Lestrade, the Scotland Yard detective. Mycrolt took oll his coat and sat down. 'This is very bad, Sherlock,' he said. 'The government isn't happy. Do you know the story?'
'Watson read it to me from The Times,' answered Sherlock. 'What were the papers in Cadogan's pocket?' "They were plans for a new British submarine - the Bruce-Partington submarine. They're top-secret, and must always stay in a safe at Woolwich Arsenal.' "Then why were they in the pocket of a dead man near Aldgate Station?' asked Sherlock. 'We can't understand it. Mr Holmes,' said Lestrade. And it's worse than that,' said Mycroft. 'There were ten papers in the safe at Woolwich. But we only found seven papers in Cadogan's pocket. The three most important papers weren't there. Where are thev? We don't know!' 'Hmm,' said Sherlock, 'Why did Cadogan have those papers on him? Where are the missing papers? How did Cadogan die? And why was his dead body near Aldgate Station? Lots of questions, but no answers!' And so we need you, Sherlock.' said Mycroft. Sherlock looked at his brother, and at the police detective. "Tell me more.' he said. Mycroft smiled, and answered. 'Sir James Walter is
responsible for all the papers at Woolwich Arsenal. He's a good man. Most importantly, he has one of the two keys to the safe. The plans were there when he left Woolwich at three o'clock on Mondav afternoon
for London. He took his key with him.'
'Why did he go to London?' asked Sherlock. 'He needed to meet someone from the government.
He left the man's London home late that night.' 'Right. So Sir James didn't help Cadogan take the plans,'
said Sherlock. 'Who has the second key to the safe?' 'Mr Sidney Johnson,' answered Mycroft. 'He's forty years old. He lives near Woolwich Arsenal with his wife and five children. He first worked for the government when he was a very young man. He doesn't talk much, and people don't like him, but he's a good worker.' And where was Sidney Johnson on Monday evening?'
asked Sherlock. 'At home with his wife all evening, he says. And he
had his key with him,' Lestrade answered.
"Tell me about Cadogan,' Sherlock said. 'He began working at Woolwich Arsenal ten
years ago,' said Mycroft. 'He worked with the plans.
Johnson didn't.' 'So Cadogan took the plans from the sale,' said Sherlock. 'Perhaps he wanted to sell them to someone. But how did he get the key to the safe?' And the key to the room, and the key to Woolwich Arsenal, too!' said Mvcroft. 'We don't know.' 'So what do we know?' asked Sherlock. 'First: Cadogan left his wife in the street in Woolwich. Second: he didn't go to the theatre that night. Third: he went to London with the plans. And fourth: he died, perhaps near Aldgate Station. Did he sell the plans in London? Then why did he
finish in Aldgate, and not back in Woolwich?' 'He wanted to sell the plans but he wanted lots of
money for them, we think,' said Lestrade. "There was a fight over the
money, and Cadogan died. Then his killer took the three most important papers from
his pocket.' 'But then why did Cadogan have tickets for the theatre that night, and no underground
train ticket?' cried Mycroft. 'Sherlock, can you help us?'
Sherlock looked at his
brother for some time. 'Yes. I can.' he said in the end, and stood up. "This is all most interesting. And now I must find some answers to all those questions. Come,
Watson.(part2)
An hour later, I stood by a railway line near Aldgate Station with Sherlock Holmes and Lestrade. Underground trains came out of their tunnels near Aldgate, and the
railway lines there were open to the sky. An old station worker with a red face spoke to us. 'My name's Mason,' he said slowly and carefully. And I found the young man's body here. He fell out of a train at about
midnight on Monday, we think.'
'Was there a fight on a train on Monday?' asked Holmes.
'No,' answered Mason. 'We don't know of any fights. And we never found the young man's train ticket. There
were only theatre tickets in his pocket.'
'Did you find any of the trains with an open door?'
Holmes asked.
'No,' said Mason. 'We learned something interesting this morning,' said Lestrade. 'Someone in a train from West London heard a noise just before the train came into Aldgate Station. Perhaps it was the noise of Cadogan's dead body when it fell.' 'Perhaps,' said Holmes. 'But what are those things over
there, Mr Mason?' "Those are points, Mr Holmes,' answered Mason. 'Many different railway lines meet here. vou see.'
Suddenly Holmes was very excited. 'Ah, and when trains go over points, they change direction! Hmm. Very interesting. Now, was there any blood on the railway line under the body when you found
it? I don't see any now.'
'No, Mr Holmes, there wasn't,' said Mason.
'But Cadogan was badly injured, we know, so why was there no blood? What do vou say think, Watson?' I am a doctor, but I had no answer for my friend. 'Now I'm very interested, Watson. Come. We must go to Woolwich. Goodbye, Lestrade. And thank you for your help. Mr Mason,' said Holmes. He walked away, and I went alter him. Lestrade began to say something, but then stopped. He wasn't happy. We took a train to London Bridge station. Holmes
stopped there, and wrote a telegram to his brother.
MYCROFT,
I'M BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND MORE. PLEASE SEND ME THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES
OF ALL FOREIGN AGENTS NOW IN BRITAIN.
SHERLOCK 'I need those names, Watson,' said Holmes. 'With them,
we can understand more.'
I looked at my friend's face. He was now very excited.
'So why did Cadogan die?' I asked him. 'Why? - I don't know!' answered Holmes, 'But I know something about how he died. He didn't die near Aldgate Station, I know that. He fell from the roof of the train
when it moved over those points and changed direction. There was no blood from his body on the railway line because he didn't die there. We must learn what happened
in London on Monday night.'
'So what do we do next, Holmes?' I asked my friend. 'First we need two tickets to Woolwich,' he said. 'Cadogan had no ticket for his journey because he was dead when he began it. But you and I need tickets.' I brought our tickets back from the ticket office. 'There's a train to Woolwich in ten minutes.' said Holmes. We found our train and got on it. My friend closed his eyes and thought. I looked out of the window at the station. I thought about Cadogan. He came to London from Woolwich on Monday night, and never went home again. Then I thought about his wile, Violet. She wanted to go to the theatre with her husband that evening. and never saw him again. Suddenly I felt very angry. 'We must find Cadogan's killer, Holmes!' I cried. 'We must do it for
his wife.' Holmes looked at me with his cold, blue eyes, but said
nothing. Then he closed his eyes again. After some minutes, our train left London Bridge
Station. How much did my friend truly understand about
Cadogan's death?
At Woolwich Station, we got off, and waited for a cab.
'Where are we going now, Holmes?' I asked. 'We need to visit many people,' he answered, 'but first we must go to the house of Sir James Walter. He's responsible for the submarine plans - or was responsible for them before all this happened! He's a good and important man, my brother tells us. So we must begin with him.' Holmes looked at his watch. 'We can't wait any longer,' he said. 'I need to talk to Sir James now: Come, Watson!' We walked from the station to Sir James's house.(part3) We soon arrived at Sir James Walter's house by the river.
The weather was better now, and the sun came out.
A butler opened the door to us.
'Can I help you?' he asked. 'We'd like to see Sir Tames Walter,' said Holmes. I'm Sherlock Holmes and this is Dr Watson.'
The butler's lace went white. 'I'msorry,' he said, 'But Sir James
is dead. He died this morning.'
'Dead!' cried Holmes. 'How?' The butler looked at us with his
tired eves. 'Please come in.' he said. 'You
must speak to Sir James's brother,
Colonel Valentine Walter.' We took off our hats. and went into the sitting room. Minutes later, a tall man in a black suit
came in and sat down. He was
about fifty years old, nervous, and he spoke very quickly. 'My brother was a good man,' he began. 'When the plans disappeared, he felt very bad. He felt responsible, you see, because he had the key to the safe. When this happened. he didn't want to live any more. He broke down and died.'
'I'm very sorry,' I said. 'We wanted to speak to your brother,' said Holmes 'because the most important plans are now missing, and we need to find them. 'But why did Cadogan do
this?' asked Colonel Walter. And how did he take the plans
from the safe at Woolwich Arsenal? My brother couldn't
understand it.' And you know nothing
about it?' asked Holmes. 'Nothing.' answered the colonel. 'Now, excuse me, but
I have many things to do.
'Of course.' I said. Holmes gave Colonel Walter
a long look before we left.
In the street, Holmes said, 'The colonel is not a happy
man. Watson.'
'Of course not!' I said. 'His brother died this morning.' "That's true. But he didn't tell us everything, I feel.' Next we went to visit Violet Cadogan. We found her at
home in a little house with a nice front garden.
'I can't understand it.' she told us in her sitting room.
'Arthur loved his country.'
'Did he need money?' asked Holmes.
'No,' answered Violet. "T'he government paid him well.' 'Then was he worried about something?' asked Holmes. Violet said nothing for some minutes, but when she spoke, Holmes listened very carefully. 'Yes, he was worried about something in the last week of his life,' she said, 'I asked him about it, and he told me: he was worried about something at work. 'Did he say any more?' Holmes asked.
'He talked about foreign agents They were interested in some plans, he
said, but I didn't listen verv carefully.' 'So he was worried in the last week
of his life. but not before?' said Holmes
'That's right,' answered Violet.
And what happened on Monday
evening? Well, we had tickets for the theatre. We lelt the house at about seven o'clock in the fog. We were in a street near
Woolwich Arsenal when Arthur suddenly ran away.'
'Why?' asked Holmes.
'I don't know' she answered. 'He didn't say a thing.
He disappeared into the fog, and I never saw him again. I walked home. On Tuesday morning, someone from Woolwich Arsenal came and asked about Arthur because he wasn't at work. Then, at twelve o'clock, I heard the
news: Arthur was dead"
Holmes looked at me worriedly.
Arthur wasn't a thief,' Violet told us. 'He was a good man.' 'Yes, well. thank you for your help, Mrs Cadogan.' said Holmes. And now we must go.' We left the house, and took a cab to Woolwich Arsenal. 'Now let's talk to Mr Sidney Johnson,' said Holmes. Johnson met us at the Woolwich Arsenal office. He was a tall man with glasses, and he was about forty vears old. 'Did you hear about Sir James? he asked nervouslv. 'Yes. We spoke to his brother this morning,' I answered. 'First Cadogan dies, and now Sir James! What is happening? And why did Cadogan take those plans?' 'So he took them, you think,' said Holmes. 'Why?' 'Well, I never thought badly of him before,' answered Johnson, 'but I didn't take those papers - and Sir James
didn't take them. So that leaves Cadogan!' 'Right. And what time did vou close the ollice on
Monday?' asked Holmes. At five o'clock,' said Johnson. And the plans were in the
safe when I left.' 'Hmm. So the thiel needed three different keys for his
work that evening. Am I right?' 'Yes.' Johnson answered. 'The key to Woolwich Arsenal,
the key to this office, and the key to the safe.' 'But Cadogan didn't have any of those keys, and the police found no keys on his body. So how did
he take the plans? asked Holmes.
'I don't know.' said Johnson. 'My keys were with me. and Sir lames took his kevs to London when he left.' Right. Now, only seven of the ten papers were in Cadogan's pockets,' said Holmes. "T'hree papers are missing. Can someone make the submarine with those
three papers?' 'No. Johnson answered. "They
need all ten of them. I think.' 'But the missing papers are the
most important,' said Holmes.
'They are,' said Johnson.
"Then we must move last!' said
Holmes. 'Come, Watson