Part 2 (1/2)
”He is desperately ill. That is why I have come.”
The man motioned me to a chair, and turned to resume his own. As he did so I caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror over the mantelpiece. I could have sworn that it was set in a malicious and abominable smile. Yet I persuaded myself that it must have been some nervous contraction which I had surprised, for he turned to me an instant later with genuine concern upon his features.
”I am sorry to hear this,” said he. ”I only know Mr. Holmes through some business dealings which we have had, but I have every respect for his talents and his character. He is an amateur of crime, as I am of disease. For him the villain, for me the microbe. There are my prisons,” he continued, pointing to a row of bottles and jars which stood upon a side table. ”Among those gelatine cultivations some of the very worst offenders in the world are now doing time.”
”It was on account of your special knowledge that Mr. Holmes desired to see you. He has a high opinion of you and thought that you were the one man in London who could help him.”
The little man started, and the jaunty smoking-cap slid to the floor.
”Why?” he asked. ”Why should Mr. Homes think that I could help him in his trouble?”
”Because of your knowledge of Eastern diseases.”
”But why should he think that this disease which he has contracted is Eastern?”
”Because, in some professional inquiry, he has been working among Chinese sailors down in the docks.”
Mr. Culverton Smith smiled pleasantly and picked up his smoking-cap.
”Oh, that's it--is it?” said he. ”I trust the matter is not so grave as you suppose. How long has he been ill?”
”About three days.”
”Is he delirious?”
”Occasionally.”
”Tut, tut! This sounds serious. It would be inhuman not to answer his call. I very much resent any interruption to my work, Dr. Watson, but this case is certainly exceptional. I will come with you at once.”
I remembered Holmes's injunction.
”I have another appointment,” said I.
”Very good. I will go alone. I have a note of Mr. Holmes's address.
You can rely upon my being there within half an hour at most.”
It was with a sinking heart that I reentered Holmes's bedroom. For all that I knew the worst might have happened in my absence. To my enormous relief, he had improved greatly in the interval. His appearance was as ghastly as ever, but all trace of delirium had left him and he spoke in a feeble voice, it is true, but with even more than his usual crispness and lucidity.
”Well, did you see him, Watson?”
”Yes; he is coming.”
”Admirable, Watson! Admirable! You are the best of messengers.”
”He wished to return with me.”
”That would never do, Watson. That would be obviously impossible. Did he ask what ailed me?”
”I told him about the Chinese in the East End.”
”Exactly! Well, Watson, you have done all that a good friend could.