I ran away until I reached the corner and happened to spot my carriage. He greeted me and jumped into the carriage. He said, 'Take it to Haolidai Hotel.'

When I saw this bad guy getting into my carriage, I was so happy that my heart beat violently. I was particularly afraid that at this once-in-a-lifetime moment, my blood tumor would suddenly burst. So, I calmed down and drove slowly.

I drove the carriage forward, thinking about what should be done. I could take him to the countryside, on a desolate road, and calculate the total with him. When I almost decided to do this,

Dribbe suddenly solved the problem. At this time, his drinking addiction got worse again. Outside a big hotel, he asked me to stop the car. He told me to wait for him, and then went in. He stayed inside all the time.

When the hotel closed and he came out, he was already extremely drunk. I knew that the success of the plan was just around the corner.

Don't think that I will suddenly give him a knife and simply kill him and be done with it. If I do this, it will just be a rigid execution of a strict trial. I will not do that. I have already planned to leave it to Driber.

An opportunity, if he can seize this opportunity, he may have a chance of survival. During the years when I wandered in America, I did all kinds of errands. I once worked as a sweeper in the laboratory of 'York College'.

Guard. One day, when a professor was explaining the knowledge about poisons, he showed the students something called "alkaloid". This was extracted from the poison used by the South American natives to make poisonous arrows. It was particularly toxic.

It was so violent that as long as a tiny bit of it was touched, the blood would immediately seal the throat and lead to death. At that time, I firmly remembered the place where the poison bottle was placed. After the professor and students dispersed, I poured some out. I

Being a good expert at dispensing medicine, I made these poisons into several small pills that were easy to dissolve. I put one pill in each box, and at the same time, I put another small pill with the same appearance but non-toxic.

Meatballs. I made a plan at that time. Once I can get it, these two enemies will each get a box, let them swallow one first, and I will swallow the remaining one. In this way

Doing it is like covering the muzzle of a gun with a handkerchief and shooting. It can kill people without making any noise. From that day on, these boxes containing pills have been carried with me. Now, it’s time for me to use them.

It's time.

It was already after midnight, almost 1 o'clock. It was a stormy late night. The wind was blowing very hard and the rain was pouring. Although it was a bleak scene outside, my heart was full of joy and excitement.

I almost cheered loudly. Gentlemen, if any of you have ever worked hard for one thing, have been waiting hard for more than 20 years, and once success is in sight, then you will understand my mood at that time. I lit

I lit a cigar and blew out smoke rings to calm my nerves. Because I was so excited, my hands could not help shaking and my temples were beating. As I was driving the carriage, I saw John Ferrier.

and my beloved Lucy smiling at me in the dark. I could see clearly, just as I now see all the gentlemen in this room. Along the way, father and daughter always appeared in front of me, one on each side.

Walking on both sides of the horse, I followed me to the empty house on Brixton Road.

There was no one in sight, and no other sound could be heard except the sound of wind and rain. I looked into the car from the window and saw that Delib was curled up in a ball and sleeping soundly. I shook his arm and said to him:'

It's time to get off.'

He said drowsily: 'Okay, coachman, okay.'

I think he thought he had arrived at the Haolidai Hotel he just mentioned, because he didn’t say anything else, so he got out of the car and followed me into the garden in front of the empty house. At this time, he was still a little top-heavy, and I

I had to help him walk to prevent him from falling. When I reached the door, I opened it and led him into the front room. I can assure you that along the way, John Ferrier and his beloved Lucy were always friends.

Walking in front of us.

'It's too dark,' said Drebber, stamping the mud on his feet.

I said: 'It will be light soon.' I struck a match and lit a candle I had prepared. I turned to him, held the candle close to my face, and said:

'Well, Enoch J. Drebber, do you see who I am?'

He stared at me for a long time with drunken eyes. Finally, I noticed a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face, and his whole face convulsed. This meant that he had recognized who I was. His face turned gray with fear.

He staggered back. I also saw large beads of sweat rolling down from his forehead to his brows, and his upper teeth rattled with his lower teeth. I noticed his bear-like appearance, and stopped.

I couldn't help but lean against the door and laugh. I have long known that revenge is a happy thing, but I never thought that such a situation would happen.

I scolded him and said, 'You piece of shit! I chased you from Salt Lake City to St. Petersburg, but you always let you slip away. Now, your days of traveling freely and playing with women are over. Because, it's not you.

, I will never see the sun tomorrow morning again!" When I said this, he took a few steps back. From his face, I could see that he thought I had gone crazy. Yes,

I was indeed no different from a madman, because the blood vessels in my temples were beating like a blacksmith swinging a hammer. I believe that if blood had not come out of my nostrils and made me feel relieved, my illness might have stopped.

It happened on the spot.

I shouted: 'Tell me, how is Lucy Ferrier now?' I locked the door and held the key in front of his eyes a few times. 'The punishment did come too late, but finally

You've been arrested.' When I said this, his cowardly lips trembled, and his eyes showed that he wanted to beg for his life. But he knew very well that it was of no use.

He stuttered: 'You...you want...to...murder...me?'

I replied: 'It's not murder. Can it be murder to kill a mad dog? When you dragged my poor Lucy away from her adoptive father who was brutally murdered, when you dragged

When she snatched her into your despicable new house, did you ever feel any pity for her?'

He cried: 'It wasn't me who killed old John Ferrier!'

I shouted sternly: 'However, you have soiled Lucy's pure heart!' I handed the pill box to his eyes and said, 'Let God judge for us! You must choose one and eat it.

You will be poisoned to death, but one can continue to live. You pick the remaining one and I will eat it. Let's see if there is any justice in this world, or we all have to rely on luck.'

He was so frightened that he hid aside, yelled and begged for his life. However, I pulled out the knife, put the tip of the knife against his throat, and forced him to swallow one pill, and I swallowed the other. I and I

He was relatively speechless and stood there quietly for 1 to 2 minutes, waiting to see who died and who lived. When a painful expression appeared on his face, I knew he had swallowed a poisonous pill.

.I can't forget his look at that time. Seeing his look, I burst into laughter and held Lucy's gold wedding ring in front of his eyes. But all this only lasted a moment, and the effect of the alkaline took effect.

He had to go very fast. He had a painful spasm, and his face was deformed and twisted. He stretched his hands forward and swayed, and then he screamed and fell to the ground. I kicked him over with my feet and squatted down.

I touched his chest with my hand and my heart stopped beating. He was dead!

At this time, blood was pouring out from my nostrils, but I didn't care. Somehow, I suddenly had an idea and wrote bloody words on the wall with my own blood. Perhaps this was because of a kind of

As a prank, I planned to lead the police astray. At that time, I was indeed in a relaxed and happy mood. I remembered that a German was murdered in New York, and the word "Rach" was written on the body of the deceased. The newspaper at that time

There was a heated debate about this in the newspaper, and one side thought it was the work of secret parties. I thought that this word that confused New Yorkers might also lead Londoners astray. So I dipped my fingers in mine.

Blood, I found a spot on the wall and wrote the word. Then, I went back to my carriage. There was no one around, and it was still stormy. I drove the carriage for a while, and suddenly I thought of putting my hand in

I felt in the pocket where Lucy's gold ring was usually kept and found that it was missing. I was surprised because it was the only souvenir she left me. I thought maybe it was when I knelt down to look at Driber's body.

At that moment, it fell. I drove the carriage back. I parked the carriage on a side street nearby. I took courage and walked towards the house. I would rather encounter any danger than lose it.

This gold ring. When I walked outside the house, I bumped into a policeman who had just come out of the house. I had to pretend to be drunk to dispel his suspicion.

This was the situation before and after the death of Enoch J. Drebber. The next thing I have to do is to use the same method to deal with Stangerson and avenge John Ferrier. I know that Stangerson

Jason was at the Holliday Inn at the time. I patrolled around the hotel all day, but he never showed up. I think it was probably because Dribbe never came back, so he felt something was wrong. Stanger

Xun is indeed shrewd and cunning, and he has been carefully guarded. However, if he thought that as long as he stayed in the room and did not come out, he could avoid my pursuit, he was terribly wrong. I quickly found out the window of his room.

Early the next morning, I used a ladder placed in the alley outside the hotel and took advantage of the dim light to climb into his room. I woke up Stangerson and explained to him that he had killed John a long time ago.

Ferrier, now is the time for him to pay for his life. I told him the specific circumstances of Driber's death, and asked him to choose a pill to take. He actually refused to accept the chance I gave him to live. He jumped out of bed.

He jumped up and tried to grab my throat. In order to defend myself, I stabbed his knife directly into his heart. No matter what method I took, the result was the same, because God would never let Stangerson's sinful hands pick him.

Non-toxic pills.

I still have a few words to say, and it would be best if I finish them, because I know that I am about to die. After killing Stangerson, I drove the carriage for a day or two. I wanted to work harder and save money for my trip back.

Go to America. Today, I was parking my carriage in the square. Suddenly, a young man in shabby clothes asked if there was a coachman named Jefferson Hope. The young man said that there was a gentleman at No. 221B Baker Street who wanted to hire him.

Carriage. I didn’t have any doubt at all, so I followed the young man. What I knew from now on was that this young gentleman skillfully handcuffed both of my hands, and the handcuffing was so skillful.

This is rare in my life. Gentlemen, this is all my experience. You can regard me as a criminal, but I think that I am a judge who enforces the law like you.

Jefferson Hopper's story was so touching and his attitude was so impressive that we were all spellbound and the room was silent. Even two experienced professional detectives were stunned.

He listened with great interest. After he finished his narration, we all sat in silence for several minutes. The room was quiet except for the rustling of the last few strokes of Leisweid's shorthand confession on the paper.

"One more thing I want to find out is who came to receive the gold ring after we advertised it?" Holmes finally asked.

Jefferson Hope winked at Holmes mischievously and said: "I can only tell the secrets I hide, but I don't want to implicate my friends. After seeing your advertisement, I also guessed that it was probably a trap, but I really couldn't bear it.

That gold ring. A friend volunteered to come and see what was going on. I think you can’t deny that he did it beautifully!”

"Yes, that's quite true," said Holmes.

At this time, the police officer said seriously: "Well, everyone, you must abide by the legal procedures. This Thursday, this criminal will be submitted to the court for trial. Please attend at that time. Before the trial, he will be under my care." He said
Chapter completed!