under him at Bart’s. “In old days Stamford had never been a particular crony of mine.”Commissionaire, “A sergeant, Royal Marine Light Infantry, delivered letter to Baker St. from Tobias Gregson asking Holmes to meet him at Lauriston Gardens.”Baker Street irregulars, “It’s the Baker Street division of the detective police force, a half a dozen of the dirtiest and most ragged street Arabs that ever I clapped my eyes on.” — “Tention!” cried Holmes, in a sharp tone, and the six dirty scoundrels stood in a line like so many disreputable statuettes. “In the future you shall send up Wiggins alone to report, and the rest of you must wait in the street.”— “Here are your wages.” He handed each of them a shilling.— “There’s more work to be gotten out of one of those little beggars than out of a dozen of the force,” Holmes remarked. “The mere sight of an official-looking person seals men’s lips. These youngsters, however, go everywhere and hear everything. They are as sharp as needles, too; all they want is organization.”“I therefore organized my street Arab detective corps, and sent them systematically to every cab proprietor in London until they ferreted out the man that I wanted.”Mrs. Sawyer (male friend of Jefferson Hope in disguise) “My friend volunteered to go and see. I think you’ll own he did it smartly.” Came to Baker St to claim the ring from Holmes’ news ad. “A very old and wrinkled woman hobbled into the apartment. She appeared to be dazzled by the sudden blaze of light, and after dropping a curtsey, she stood blinking at us with her bleared eyes and fumbling in her pocket with nervous, shaky fingers.”—“The old woman faced round and looked keenly at him from her little red-rimmed eyes.”
Others Mentioned:Thomas Carlyle. Watson quotes in conversation with Holmes.Mendelssohn, composer, Watson requested Holmes to play his Lieder.The case of Von Bischoff at Frankfort last year. He would certainly have been hanged had this test been in existence.Then there was Mason of Bradford, and the notorious Muller, and Lefevre of Montpellier, Samson of New Orleans.Edgar Allan Poe and his character Dupin, Watson remarked that Dupin reminds him of Holmes.“I found he had many acquaintances, and those in the most different classes of society. There was one little sallow, rat-face, dark-eyed fellow, who was introduced to me as Mr. Lestrade, and who came three or four times in a single week. One morning a young girl called, fashionably dressed, and stayed for half an hour or more. The same afternoon brought a gray-haired, seedy visitor, looking like a Jew peddler, who appeared to me to be much excited and who was closely followed by a slipshod elderly woman. On other occasions an old white-haired gentleman had an interview with my companion; in another, a railway porter in his velveteen uniform.”Gaboriau’s novelist who created the character Lecoq, Watson asked Holmes his opinion of him as a detective. “Lecoq was a miserable bungler.”Van Jansen, Holmes mentioned his murder in Utrecht, in the year ’34.Halle’s concert to hear Norman Neruda, Holmes took time out in the investigation to hear them play. “And now for lunch, and then for Norman Neruda. Her attack and her bowing are splendid. What’s that little thing of Chopin’s she plays so magnificently: Tra-la-la-lira-lira-lay.”Darwin, Holmes quoted him regarding how the power of music on humans existed before speech.Philippe de Croy printer and William Whyte (Ex libris Guliolmi Whyte) possible owner and seventh-century lawyer, of a queer old book, De Jure inter Gentes, published in Latin at Liege in the Lowlands, in 1642, Holmes had picked up at the stall the day before the case.Sally, Sawyer’s daughter and married to Tom Dennis. Supposed owner of ring in Holmes’ lost and found ad.Tom Dennis, Sally’s husband and Sawyer’s son-in-law. “A smart, clean lad, too, as long as he’s at sea, and no steward in the company more thought of; but when on shore, what with the women and what with liquor shops—”Henri Murger, Watson read his book Vie de Boheme while he waited for Holmes to return to Baker St.Keswick, a respectable paperhanger actually lived at 13 Duncan Street. Houndsditch.Arthur Charpentier, sub-lieutenant in Her Majesty’s navy, Son of Madame Charpentier, “His high character, his profession, his antecedents with all for bid it.” —“His temper is violent, and he is passionately fond of his sister.”Gregson arrested him for Drebber’s murder because he had a fight with Drebber over the way he had treated his sister Alice earlier the night of the murder.Madame Charpentier, owner of the house where Drebber and Stangerson were staying, and mother of Arthur.“I found her very pale and distressed.”Alice Charpentier, Madame Charpentier’s daughter. “An uncommonly fine girl she is too; she was looking red about the eyes and her lips trembled as I spoke to her.”— “Drebber’s manners towards the maid-servants were disgustingly free and familiar. Worst of all, he speedily assumed the same attitude towards my daughter, Alice, and spoke to her more than once in a way which fortunately, she is too innocent to understand.”“The boots” bellboy at Halliday’s Private Hotel who showed Lestrade to Stangerson’s room.PART II U.S.A.
Characters Mentioned:John Ferrier — Lucy’s self-appointed foster father and reluctant Mormon. Murdered by being shot to death by Joseph Stangerson on August 4, 1860. “His appearance was such that he might have been the very genius or demon of the region. An observer would have found it difficult to say whether he was nearer to forty or to sixty. His face was lean and haggard, and the brown parchment-like skin was drawn tightly over the projecting bone; his long brown hair and beard were all flecked and dashed with white; his eyes were sunken in his head, and burned with tan unnatural lustre; while the hand which grasped his rifle was hardly more flashy than that of the skeleton. As he stood, he leaned upon his weapon for support, and yet his tall figure and the massive framework of his bones suggested a wiry and vigorous constitution. His gaunt face, however, and his clothes, which hung so baggily over his shrivelled limbs, proclaimed what it was that gave him senile and decrepit appearance. The man was dying—dying from hunger and from thirst.”“He watched over her slumber for some time. For three days and three nights he allowed himself neither rest nor repast.”A useful guide and an indefatigable hunter.On the farm thus acquired John Ferrier built himself a substantial log-house, which received so many additions in succeeding years that it grew into a roomy villa. He was a man of practical turn of mind, keen in his dealings and skillful with his hands. His iron constitution enabled him to work morning and evening at improving and tilling his land. Hence it came about that his farm and all that belonged to him prospered exceedingly. In three years he was better off than his neighbors, and in six he was well-to-do, and in nine he was rich, and in twelve there were not a half a dozen men in the whole of Salt Lake City who could compare with him. From the great inland sea to the distant Wasatch Mountains there was no name better known than that of John Ferrier.There was one way and only one in which he offended the susceptibilities of his co-religionists. No argument or persuasion could ever induce him to set up a female establishment after the manner of his companions.—Ferrier remained strictly celibate. In every other respect he conformed to the religion of the young settlement and gained the name of being an orthodox and straight-walking man.Shot, killed and buried by young Stangerson at a camp site in the Nevada mountains, trying to escape the Mormons.Lucy Ferrier, adopted daughter of John Ferrier. Forced to marry Enoch Drebber, died thirty days later of a broken heart.“Instantly there broke from the gray parcel a little moaning cry, and from it protruded a small scared face, with very bright brown eyes, and two little speckled dimpled fists. A pretty little girl about five years of age, whose dainty shoes and smart pink frock with its little linen apron, all bespoke a mother’s care. The child was pale and wan, but her healthy arms and legs showed that she had suffered less than her companion.”— “Her rosy lips were parted, showing the regular line of snowy-white teeth within, and a playful smile played over her infantile features. Her plump little white legs terminating in white socks and neat shoes with shining buckles.Pawnees and BlackfeetBob, Lucy’s brother“Mr. Bender, he was the first to go, and then Indian Pete, and then Mrs. McGregor, and then John Hones, and then, dearie, your mother.” Some of the twenty-one others in John Ferrier and Lucy’s party had all died from thirst and hunger.“We are the persecuted children of God—the chosen of the Angel Moroni.”“We are all of those who believe in the sacred writings, drawn in Egyptian letters on plates of beaten gold, which were handed onto the holy Joseph Smith at Palmyra. We have come from Nauvoo, in the state of Illinois, where we had founded our temple. We have come to seek a refuge from the violent man in from the godless, even though it be the heart of the desert.”“We are the Mormons.”Joseph Smith, founder of the Mormon Church.Brigham Young. “Beside the driver there sat a man who could not have been more than thirty years of age, but whose massive head and resolute expression marked him as a
