One morning, as we were having breakfast together, Holmes said: "Watson, I might really go there once."

"Go once? Where?"

"When you get to Tumul, go to Kingspring."

I didn't find anything strange after hearing this. To be honest, I was also surprised by the bizarre case that was being talked about enthusiastically all over Britain, but Holmes never asked about it. He kept his eyes locked all day long.

With his eyebrows raised, he walked around the room, lowering his head and thinking about something. He held pipes of strong tobacco leaves and smoked them endlessly. He didn't seem to hear any of the questions I asked. The salesperson of newspapers and periodicals sent

He only glanced at the various newspapers on the day he arrived and threw them aside. However, although he remained silent, I knew clearly in my heart that Holmes was thinking about the problem intently. At present, there is an urgent problem in front of people.

Holmes' analysis and deduction intelligently provided a solution to the mysterious disappearance of the famous horse in the Wessex Cup Championship and the murder of the trainer. Therefore, when he suddenly announced that he planned to set out to investigate this mysterious case, I

I didn’t find it strange at all, and it can be said that it was exactly what I wanted.

"If you don't think I'm a hindrance to you, I'd be more than happy to go with you."

"Dear Watson, I am very glad that you can go with me. I think this trip will not make you feel like you are wasting your time, because this case has many characteristics and it should be very unique. I think

, we can catch the train when we get to Paddington, and we will discuss some details about this case on the way. Oh, you'd better bring those binoculars with you."

An hour later, we were sitting in the first-class carriage bound for Exeter. Holmes's angular face was covered by a traveling hat with ear protection. He was quickly browsing the books he bought at Paddington Station.

Various newspapers of the day. The train had already passed Reading Station for a long time. Holmes stuffed the last newspaper in his hand under the seat, took out the cigarette box, and invited me to smoke.

"The train is running very fast." Holmes looked out the window, checked his watch and said, "Our current speed is 85.6 kilometers per hour."

"I never paid attention to the 0.4 kilometers road pole." I said.

"I haven't paid attention to it, but the distance between the telegraph poles next to this railway line is 60 meters, so it is not difficult to calculate. I think you can tell me about the murder of John Straker and the strange disappearance of the silver white-fronted horse.

You already know something about it!”

"Oh, I know something about it from telecommunications and news reports." "For this case, the art of thinking and reasoning should be used to carefully ascertain the details of the facts rather than searching for new evidence. This tragedy is very unfair.

Generally, it is so convoluted and involves the vital interests of so many people that we have to make a lot of speculations, conjectures and assumptions. The difficulty lies in distinguishing those indisputable facts from the fictional fantasies of those reporters and theorists.

Kai Lai. Our task is to draw conclusions based on reliable evidence and to determine promptly which issues are major in the current case. On Tuesday night, I received two telegrams. One was from the owner of the horse, Ross.

The other is from the Colonel, and the other is from Sheriff Gregory, who asked me to work with him to solve this case."

"Tuesday night!" I exclaimed loudly, "Today is already Thursday morning, why didn't you set off yesterday?"

"Dear Watson, this is my fault. I am afraid that I have made many mistakes, unlike those who know me through your memoirs. In fact, I have been able to hide this famous British horse for so long.

Doubtful, especially in a sparsely populated place north of Dartmoor. Yesterday, I spent every moment hoping to hear the news that the horse had been found, and that the man who abducted the horse was the murderer of John Straker.

.Unexpectedly, as of today, I have discovered that I have only captured young Fitzroy Simpson, and there is no other progress. I feel that it is time for me to take action. However, I do not think that yesterday's time was wasted.

Already."

"So, you have already made an analysis and judgment in your mind."

"At the very least, I have some understanding of the main facts of this case. I can list them for you now. I think the best way to understand a certain case is to tell its situation to another person.

People can explain it clearly. Besides, if I don’t explain the situation I have now clearly to you, I can hardly expect to get the most effective help from you.”

I leaned back in my chair and took a puff of my cigar. Holmes leaned forward, pointing his long and thin index finger on the palm of his left hand, and told me the general situation that led to the events of our trip.

"The silver white-fronted horse," said Holmes, belongs to the Sommermire breed, and like his famous ancestor, has maintained the best record from beginning to end. He is already five years old, and every time he goes to the racecourse, he is the best.

The lucky owner, Colonel Ross, won the jackpot. Before this unfortunate incident, he was the winner of the glorious Wessex Cup Championship, with a three-to-one bet on him. However, he was indeed the most popular.

A famous horse favored by horse racing enthusiasts, it has never disappointed its admirers. Therefore, even if the bets are so disparate, there are still a lot of huge sums of money bet on it. Therefore, try your best to prevent the silver white-fronted horse from participating in next Tuesday's race.

The competition is obviously closely related to the interests of many people.

Of course, people in Kingspring, where the Colonel's training stables are located, are very aware of this fact, so this famous horse has been given extra protection by them and many preventive and protective measures have been taken. Trainer John

·Strike was originally Colonel Ross's horse racing jockey. Later, due to weight gain, he was replaced by someone else. At the colonel's house, Stryker worked as a jockey for 5 years and a horse trainer for 7 years. His daily life

He gave everyone the impression of being honest and warm-hearted. Stryker was in charge of three young stablemen. The stable was not very big, with only 4 horses in total. Every night, one young stableboy lived in the stable, and the other two

A young stable boy slept in the hay shed. They were both good-mannered young men. Straker was married and lived in a small villa about 200 meters away from the stable. He and his wife had no children, and they had one child.

Maid, life can be called comfortable. The place is very desolate. There are a few sparse villas 0.8 kilometers away to the north. The builders are contractors from the town of Tavistock, which are specially provided for patients to recuperate.

Live with some people who like to come to Dartmoor for a breath of fresh air. The town of Tavistock is just 3.2 kilometers to the west, through a moor, almost 3.2 kilometers away, is Buckwater.

Lord Mapleton Stables, a man named Silas Brown was responsible for the management. Apart from this, the other directions were very desolate, with only a few wandering gypsies scattered around. On the Monday when this case occurred

At night, this is the basic situation.

This evening was no different from usual. The horses were trained and washed, and at nine o'clock, the stables were locked. The two young stablemen went to Straker's house and had dinner in the kitchen.

A young stable boy, Ned Hunter, was left to look after him. A little after nine o'clock, the maid Edith Baxter brought a plate of mutton curry. This was Ned's supper.

There is tap water, but no drinks are brought, and according to regulations, the stablekeeper on duty is not allowed to drink other drinks. Because it was dark and the path passed through the wilderness, the maid Edith...

Baxter carried a lantern with him.

Edith had about 30 meters to go to the stables. At this moment, a man suddenly walked out of the darkness and called her to stop. Under the yellow light of the lantern, Edith saw a man dressed in upper-class clothes.

He was wearing gray tweed clothes, a fedora hat, a pair of high boots with leggings, and a round-headed cane in his hand. However, what impressed her most was that this man's face was surprisingly pale.

He looked flustered and uneasy. She concluded that this person should be over 30 years old.

'Girl, can you tell me where this is?' he asked, 'if I hadn't seen your light, I would have spent tonight in the wilderness.'

'Sir, you have come to Kingspeline Stables,' said Edith.

'Oh, really, what a stroke of luck,' he cried, 'here, I know, there is a young stableboy who sleeps alone every night. This must be your supper for him! I don't think you will

Are you so proud that you don't bother to earn money for a new piece of clothing?" As he said this, the man took out a folded white piece of paper from his vest pocket, and then said: "You must give it to me tonight.

Give this to that young man, so you can get what you paid for the most fashionable top.'

Edith was frightened by the serious look of the man in front of her. She was frightened and frightened, and hurriedly ran past him and ran to the window, because she was used to passing food through the window. The window

It had been opened, and Hunter was sitting alone at the small table. Edith was about to tell him what happened, but at this time, the night traveler came over.

'Good night!' said the Night Walker, peering into the house from the window, 'I have something to tell you.' Edith swore that as the Night Walker spoke, she saw a small piece of paper in his hand.

, and revealed a corner.

‘Sir, what brings you here?’ asked the young stableboy Hunter.

'Oh, this thing will put something in your deflated pockets.' said the Night Walker. 'You entered the Wessex Cup tournament with two horses, the Argent White-fronted Horse and the Bayard. You revealed it to me.

The most reliable news, I won’t let you suffer a loss. It is said that in horse racing at a distance of five furlongs, Bayard can surpass the silver white-fronted horse by 100 meters. Your bets are all on Bayard. Is this true?

?'

'That makes you an abominable horse racing spy!' the young stableman Hunter shouted angrily, 'well, now I will show you what kind of things these guys are like in King's Spinland.

Good luck!' He immediately ran over and let the dog out.

The maid hurriedly ran home, but as she ran, she looked back and saw the night traveler still leaning over the window unwillingly to look into the window. However, a minute later, when Hunter ran out with the hunting dog,

The night traveler had disappeared, and although Hunter, the pony boy, took his dog around the stable to look for him, there was no trace of him.

"Wait a minute!" I asked, "didn't the young stable boy lock the door when he ran out with the dog?"

"Excellent, Watson, excellent!" my companion whispered excitedly. I think this point is so important that I sent a telegram to Dartmoor yesterday to inquire about this.

The young stable boy locked the door before leaving. I would also like to add that this window was too small to allow anyone to get through it.

After Hunter waited for the other two ponyboys to come back, he hurriedly sent someone to report to the horse trainer and reported to him what had just happened. After listening to the report, Stryker did not know the true intention of it.

, but he was very panicked. This incident made him uneasy. Therefore, when Mrs. Straker woke up at 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, she found that her husband was getting dressed. His wife asked him what was wrong, and Straker replied:

, he was worried about these horses, so he couldn't sleep. He planned to go to the stables to check to see if everything was normal. Listening to the rain outside the window, Straker's wife begged him not to go, but Straker's wife begged him not to go.

Ignoring his wife's pleas, Ke put on his raincoat and walked out of the house.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, when Mrs. Straker woke up and found that her husband had not returned, she hurriedly got dressed, woke up the maid Edith, and went to the stables together. The stable door was wide open, and the young stableman was waiting.

Hunter sat on the chair, huddled up and in a deep coma. The famous horse in the stable was nowhere to be seen, and the trainer was nowhere to be seen.

They quickly woke up the other two ponies who were sleeping in the hay shed. Because they were sleeping deeply, they were unaware of anything that happened during the night. It was obvious that Hunter was under the influence of a strong anesthetic, and St.

Mrs. Lake, the maid, and the two ponyboys could not wake him up anyway. So they had to leave Hunter to sleep there, and ran out together to find the missing horse trainer and the famous horse. They began to return the

They thought that the horse trainer had taken the horse out to practice early. However, when they climbed up the hill near the house and looked at the surrounding wilderness, they could not see any trace of the missing horse. However, they saw something that made them

They couldn't help but have an ominous premonition.

Stryker's coat was exposed in the gorse bushes 0.8 kilometers away from the stable. There was an obvious depression in the wilderness around that place. It was here that they found the unfortunately killed tame horse.

Stryker's body. Stryker's head had been smashed into pieces, obviously from a violent blow with some kind of heavy weapon. He was also injured on his thigh, which was a long and neat scar, obviously.

He was cut by some unusually sharp weapon. In Stryker's right hand, he held a small knife, and blood flowed all the way to the knife handle. It was very obvious that he had fought with his attacker. In Stryker's right hand, he held a small knife.

In his left hand, he clutched a black and red silk tie tightly. The maid Edith recognized that the night traveler who came to the stable last night was wearing such a tie. After regaining consciousness, the ponyboy Hunter,

It also means that this tie belongs to that person. He must have dropped the anesthetic into the mutton curry while he was standing at the window. This left the stable without a caretaker. About the missing horse

The famous horse, left in the mud at the bottom of the valley, had conclusive evidence that it was present at the time of the fight. However, it disappeared early that morning, and despite a large reward, almost every gypsy in Dartmoor

They were all paying attention, but there was no news. Finally, there is one more thing that needs to be explained. The leftover dinner eaten by the young stable boy was tested and proved to contain a large amount of narcotics. On the same night, the food eaten at Stryker's house also contained

Same meal, but no adverse reactions at all.

The basic facts of the entire case are this. When I talked about it, I did not add any subjective speculation and tried to avoid any pretense. Now I will tell you about the measures taken by the police station to handle this matter.
To be continued...