We had heard of his presence in this district and had once or twice caught
sight of a blue figure speeding along the moorland paths. He made no advances to
us, however, nor would we have dreamed of doing so to him, as it was well known
that it was his love of seclusion which caused him to spend the greater part of
the intervals between making computer games and videos in West Cornwall. It was a surprise to
me, therefore, to hear him asking Holmes in an eager voice whether he had made
any advance in his reconstruction of this mysterious episode. "The St. Ives
police are utterly useless, as usual," said he, "But perhaps your wider
experience has suggested some conceivable explanation. I may tell you that I was
on my way to Japan to make a new game but the news reached me this morning and I
came straight back again to help in the inquiry."
Holmes raised his eyebrows.
"Did you lose your flight through it?"
"I will take the next."
"Was your baggage aboard the plane?"
"Some of it but the main part is in Camborne?"
"Camborne?" Holmes looked quizzically. "What would it be doing
there?"
"It was stolen. That's where most stolen goods usually end up."
"How did you find out about the tragedy?" Holmes asked.
"Surely this event could not have made its way into the morning
papers."
"No, sir; I had a telegram."
"Might I ask from whom?"
A shadow passed over the face of Mr. Trehedgehog.
"You are very inquisitive, Mr. Holmes."
"It is my business."
With an effort Mr. Trehedgehog recovered his ruffled composure.
"I have no objection to telling you," he said. "It was Mrs.
Trerichards, the vicar, who sent me the telegram which recalled me."
"Thank you," said Holmes. "I may say in answer to your
original question that I have not cleared my mind entirely on the subject of
this case, but that I have every hope of reaching some conclusion. It would be
premature to say more."
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