R. Holmes & Co. by John Kendrick Bangs

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R. HOLMES & CO.

Being the Remarkable Adventures of Raffles Holmes, Esq., Detective and Amateur Cracksman by Birth

by John Kendrick Bangs

Contents I. INTRODUCING MR. RAFFLES HOLMES II. THE ADVENTURE OF THE DORRINGTON RUBY SEAL III. THE ADVENTURE OF MRS. BURLINGAME'S DIAMOND STOMACHER IV. THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING PENDANTS V. THE ADVENTURE OF THE BRASS CHECK VI. THE ADVENTURE OF THE HIRED BURGLAR VII. THE REDEMPTION OF YOUNG BILLINGTON RAND VIII. "THE NOSTALGIA OF NERVY JIM THE SNATCHER" IX. THE ADVENTURE OF ROOM 407 X. THE MAJOR-GENERAL'S PEPPERPOTS

R. HOLMES & CO.

I INTRODUCING MR. RAFFLES HOLMES

It was a blistering night in August. All day long the mercury in the thermometer had been flirting with the figures at the top of the tube, and the promised shower at night which a mendacious Weather Bureau had been prophesying as a slight mitigation of our sufferings was conspicuous wholly by its absence. I had but one comfort in the sweltering hours of the day, afternoon and evening, and that was that my family were away in the mountains, and there was no law against my sitting around all day clad only in my pajamas, and otherwise concealed from possibly intruding eyes by the wreaths of smoke that I extracted from the nineteen or twenty cigars which, when there is no protesting eye to suggest otherwise, form my daily allowance. I had tried every method known to the resourceful flat-dweller of modern times to get cool and to stay so, but alas, it was impossible. Even the radiators, which all winter long had never once given forth a spark of heat, now hissed to the touch of my moistened finger. Enough cooling drinks to float an ocean greyhound had passed into my inner man, with no other result than to make me perspire more profusely than ever, and in so far as sensations went, to make me feel hotter than before. Finally, as a last resource, along about midnight, its gridiron floor having had a chance to lose some of its stored-up warmth, I climbed out upon the fire-escape at the rear of the Richmere, hitched my hammock from one of the railings thereof to the leader running from the roof to the area, and swung myself therein some eighty feet above the concealed pavement of our backyard--so called, perhaps, because of its dimensions which were just about that square. It was a little improvement, though nothing to brag of. What fitful zephyrs there might be, caused no doubt by the rapid passage to and fro on the roof above and fence-tops below of vagrant felines on Cupid's contentious battles bent, to the disturbance of the still air, soughed softly through the meshes of my hammock and gave some measure of relief, grateful enough for which I ceased the perfervid language I had been using practically since sunrise, and dozed off. And then there entered upon the scene that marvelous man, Raffles Holmes, of whose exploits it is the purpose of these papers to tell.

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