and Stangerson had been seen together at Euston Station.Having missed their train, Drebber returns to Charpentier’s boardinghouse drunk, forces his way in, and is very inappropriate with Alice. Arthur, her brother, hearing Alice scream chases Drebber from the house.10:00 at night to 6:00 in the morning, Constable Rance is on his beat.11:00 p.m. Constable Rance deals with a fight at White Hart Tavern.11:00 p.m., Madame Charpentier goes to bed, her son Arthur has not yet returned home.1st Day March 4th TuesdayTwenty years have passed since Jefferson Hope was to marry Lucy and all the events in Utah.One week earlier, Jefferson Hope had been told by a doctor that his aneurism would burst before many days passed.Nearer 1:00 a.m. than midnight, Jefferson Hope takes Drebber to the empty house off Brixton Rd and murders him.2:00 a.m. Constable Rance on his beat discovers Drebber’s body in the empty house at 3 Lauriston Gardens.Morning, Holmes and Watson sitting in Baker St. discuss Holmes’ abilities and methods. A Commissionaire arrives delivering a letter from Gregson requesting Holmes to come to Lauriston Gardens before noon—Holmes and Watson leave for Brixton Rd.Morning, Gregson telegraphs Cleveland inquiring about Drebber.Before 12:00 noon, at Lauriston Gardens, Holmes examines the crime scene, the victim’s body, and his personal effects.“It was one o’clock p.m. when we left No.3 Lauriston Gardens.”Afternoon, on the way to speak with Constable Rance at his home in Kennington Park Gate with Watson, Holmes first stops at a telegraph office sending a long telegraph.Afternoon, they arrive at Constable Rance’s home, where Holmes interviews him about the night before and his finding Drebber’s body. Leaving, Holmes and Watson stop for lunch and then return to Baker St. There Watson gets a couple hours’ sleep and Holmes attends Halle’s concert to hear Norman Neruda.Evening, “He was very late in returning—so late that I knew that the concert could not have detained him all the time. Dinner was on the table before he appeared.” Holmes tells Watson that he would be expecting a caller in response to a news ad he placed under Watson’s name in reference to finding a ring near Brixton Road.After 8:00 p.m., A Mrs. Sawyer calls at Baker St in reference to the found column ad about the gold wedding ring.Close upon 9:00 p.m., Mrs. Sawyer leaves Baker St with the ring and Holmes following her. Watson remained behind.10:00 p.m., Watson passing the time reading, heard the maid patter of to bed.11:00 p.m., He heard the landlady past his door also on her way to bed.Close upon midnight, Holmes returns to Baker St. after following Mrs. Sawyer. He tells Watson the old woman had fooled him by disappearing from the cab and most likely she was actually a man in disguise.2nd Day6:00 a.m., Mr. Joseph Stangerson is murdered at Halliday’s Private Hotel.8:00 a.m., Lestrade discovers Stangerson dead in his room.Morning, Holmes and Watson sit at breakfast reading news articles about the murder. The Irregulars arrive to report on being unsuccessful in a unknown task Holmes had for them, and as they leave Gregson arrives, boasting that he has arrested Arthur Charpentier for Drebber’s murder, and as he is giving Holmes the details, Lestrade enters telling everyone that Joseph Stangerson has also been murdered. Holmes, after sitting much in thought, tells everyone that he now knows the name of the assassin. Wiggins is back and shown into the room; he tells Holmes that he has the cabman he wanted waiting downstairs, and Holmes has him come up. When the cabman enters, Holmes quickly handcuffs him and says to all, “Let me introduce you to Mr. Jefferson Hope, the murderer of Enoch Drebber and of Joseph Stangerson.” Jefferson Hope is taken into custody and they all leave for Scotland Yard with the prisoner.Evening, at Scotland Yard Hope tells Holmes and the others about the events of twenty years past, in Utah, and how he has spent those years since tracking Drebber and Stangerson to get his revenge. Hope is lead off by two wardens and Holmes and Watson return to Baker St.Night, while in custody at Scotland Yard Jefferson Hope’s aneurism bursts.3rd DayMorning, “Jefferson Hope is found dead on the floor of his cell. With a placid smile upon his face, as though he had been able in his dying moments to look back upon a useful life, and on work well done.”Evening, Holmes and Watson sit in Baker St., discuss the case and a newspaper article about its conclusion.
Story Conclusion:It was the Echo for the day, and the paragraph to which he pointed was devoted to the case in question.“The public,” it said, “have lost a sensational treat through the sudden death of the man Hope, who was suspected of the murder of Mr. Enoch Drebber and of Mr. Joseph Stangerson. The details of the case will probably be never known now, though we are informed upon good authority that the crime was of an old standing and romantic feud, in which love and Mormonism bore part. It seems that both victims belonged, in their younger days, to the Latter Day Saints, and Hope, the deceased prisoner, hails also from Salt Lake City. If the case has had no other effect, it at least brings out in the most striking manner the efficiency of our detective police force, and will serve as a lesson to all foreigners that they will do wisely to settle their feuds at home, and not to carry them on to British soil. It is an open secret that the credit of this smart capture belongs entirely to the well-known Scotland Yard officials, Messrs. Lestrade and Gregson. The man was apprehended, it appears, in the rooms of a certain Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who has himself, as an amateur, shown some talent in the detective line and who, with such instructors, may hope in time to attain to some degree of their skills. It is expected that a testimonial of some sort will be presented to the two officers as a fitting recognition of their services.”“Didn’t I tell you so when we started?” cried Sherlock Holmes with a laugh. “That’s the result of all our Study in Scarlet: to get them a testimonial!”“Never mind,” I answered; “I have all the facts in my journal, and the public shall know them. In the meantime you must make yourself contented by the consciousness of success, like the Roman miser—“Populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi simul ac nummos contemplar in arca.”
Weather:Night before, “The whole place was very sloppy from the rain which had fallen through the night.”“Up to last night, we have had no rain for a week.”Night of Drebber’s murder, “At one o’clock it began to rain.”—“A wild, bleak night, blowing hard and raining in torrents.”1st Day “It was a foggy, cloudy morning, and a dun-coloured veil hung over the house tops.”
Payment/credit:“My dear fellow, what does it matter to me? Supposing I unravel the whole matter, you may be sure that Gregson, Lestrade, and Co. will pocket all the credit. That comes of being an unofficial personage.”“It is an open secret that the credit of this smart capture belongs entirely to the well-known Scotland Yard officials, Messrs. Lestrade and Gregson. The man was apprehended, it appears, in the rooms of a certain Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who has himself, as an amateur, shown some talent in the detective line and who, with such instructors, may hope in time to attain to some degree of their skills. It is expected that a testimonial of some sort will be presented to the two officers as a fitting recognition of their services.”“Didn’t I tell you so when we started?” cried Sherlock Holmes with a laugh. “That’s the result of all our Study in Scarlet: to get them a testimonial!”
Quotes:“No data yet,” he answered. “It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment.”“I have my eye on a suite in Baker Street.”“Doctor … I must thank you for it all. I might not have gone but for you, and so have missed the finest study I ever came across: study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn’t we use a little art jargon. There’s the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.”HolmesYoung Stamford looked rather strangely at me over his wineglass. “You don’t know Sherlock Holmes yet,” he said; “perhaps you would not care for him as a constant companion.”“Why, what is there against him?”“Oh, I don’t say there is anything against him. He is a little queer in his ideas—an enthusiast in some branches of science. As far as I know he is a decent fellow enough.”“A medical student, I suppose?” said I.“No—I have no idea what he intends to go in for. I believe he is well up in anatomy, and he is a first-class chemist; but, as far as I know, he has never taken out any symptomatic medical classes. His studies are very desultory and eccentric, but he has amassed a lot of out-of-the-way knowledge which would astonish professors.”“Did you ever ask him what he was going in for?” I asked.“No; he is not a man that it is easy to draw out, though he can be communicative enough when the fancy seizes him.”“It is not easy to express the inexpressible,” he answered with a laugh. “Holmes is a little too scientific to my tastes—it approaches to cold-bloodedness. I could imagine his giving a friend a little pinch of the latest
