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pp. 1-7

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pp. vii-viii

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Prologue: "You Do Know Who I Am, Don't You?"

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pp. 1-7

Well past midnight, in fog so thick that it seemed to have swallowed up all of Manhattan, Sherlock Holmes stood beneath the portico of St. Paul's Chapel on Broadway, waiting for a ghost from his past. Holmes, of course, put no more credence in otherworldly specters than he did in fairies or leprechauns, and the elusive figure he hoped to capture was, he ...

Book One: England

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1. "The Message Is Quite Clear"

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pp. 11-22

The beginning of what I do not hesitate to call the most challenging case ever to present itself to Sherlock Holmes may be dated to the afternoon of July 3, 1900, when a most curious letter arrived at our flat on Baker Street. We had spent the morning uneventfully — a not uncommon occurrence, or so it seemed, since the conclusion of the affair of the ...

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2. "Money Won't Do You No Good"

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pp. 23-28

Inside what she had come to think of as her wooden prison—the curious enclosed wagon that had been used to abduct her from the road outside Ridling Thorpe Manor — Elsie Cubitt was feeling more foolish than frightened. She realized in painful hindsight how incredibly gullible she had been in her dealings with Mme. DuBois. The woman, Elsie saw clearly ...

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3. "We Are in the Hands of a Magician"

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pp. 29-42

The next day was to prove as anxious and trying as any I had experienced in a long while. As one troubling revelation followed another, Holmes became convinced that we had stumbled upon a "vast conspiracy" in the matter of Elsie Cubitt's disappearance. Indeed, not since the day of the Hinckley fire had I seen him so agitated in mind and spirit, although in ...

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4. "Where Are You Taking Me?"

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pp. 43-45

The Fourth of July was a great celebration of independence in Elsie Cubitt's homeland, but she knew no freedom in England. Instead, she spent the morning tied up in the wagon, her guard as sullen as ever. He amused himself by openly leering at her, and she was certain that he must have been under strict orders not to touch "the goods," or else he would ...

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5. "Do You Dream About Her?"

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pp. 46-53

The next day, a cool and dreary Thursday with a sharp wind blowing in from the east, was one which seemed only to add to the fantastic aura surrounding Elsie Cubitt's disappearance. It also became more apparent than ever how deeply Holmes cared about Mrs. Cubitt, for he displayed furious energy in the search for her. The only other time I had observed ...

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6. "I Fear Great Trouble Is Coming Your Way"

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pp. 54-59

That night at Baker Street, as Watson faithfully attended to his journal, Sherlock Holmes once again found sleep impossible, his mind a racing locomotive stoked on the infinite fuel of ideas. As he pondered Elsie Cubitt's abduction, and the curious array of clues that had led him inexorably to London, he found his thoughts -wandering back to a time long ago, in the ...

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7. "Now We Must Do a Bit of Heavy Lifting"

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pp. 60-70

The telephone call from Inspector Martin on Friday morning was but the beginning of a series of events so startling that even Holmes was hard-pressed to keep up with them. These developments brought home to us in the starkest manner imaginable that we were confronting villainy at once brilliant and remorseless. Indeed, I had the sense that we had been ...

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8. "We Will Be Home in Chicago Before Long"

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pp. 71-73

Sherlock Holmes knew that going to America -was a tremendous gamble, but as he stood late that night on the deck of the Oceania and gazed up at a pale crescent moon coursing through banks ot clouds above the Irish Sea, he was confident he had made the right decision. Indeed, it -was possible Elsie Cubitt could even be hidden away somewhere in the cabins ...

Book Two: New York

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9. "I Told Them to Go to Hell"

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pp. 77-87

As we approached New York after a smooth crossing aboard the Oceania, I was in a state of some apprehension. I feared that upon arrival we might be taken from the ship like common criminals on orders from Scotland Yard. Holmes himself accounted this "a distinct possibility" given the bizarre events in Liverpool and the open animosity of Chief Deputy ...

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10. "Who Are You?"

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pp. 88-90

As the ambulance jarred and swayed along the rough, crowded streets of Lower Manhattan, Elsie Cubitt once again began to experience the strange sensation that had haunted her for days. It was a feeling that she had been pulled out of the familiar matrix of time and space and sent hurtling through gauzy layers of twilight into some vague, faraway corner ...

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11. "What Cheek!"

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pp. 91-99

We reached the Astor House around noon after another harrowing cab ride. The hotel was surrounded by dizzying new office towers, which rose like monstrous stalks along Broadway and nearby streets. Even the steeple of old St. Paul's Chapel, across from the hotel, was easily eclipsed by these gigantic temples of commerce, which condemned the ...

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12. "Everything Is in Order"

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pp. 100-104

It was nearly midnight by the time Sherlock Holmes lay down in his spacious room at the Hotel Albert, but he had no intention of sleeping, despite the weariness lodged in every one of his angular bones. He was used to driving his body beyond normal human limits — this was both a gift and a curse — and with so many thoughts to occupy his mind sleep seemed out ...

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13. "Elsie Cubitt Shall Be Free at Last"

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pp. 105-116

Saturday began with unaccustomed leisure, for by late morning Holmes had yet to bestir himself from his room. As noon approached, I began to fear he had fallen into one of those deep torpors which occasionally afflict him. This was not the case, however, for when I went to his room, I found him fully alert. He informed me that as there was "nowhere to go ...

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14. "We Shall Have Him Too"

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pp. 117-119

The basement where Elsie Cubitt lay — in an old house in Brooklyn — was dark, damp and cool, and she found it strangely pleasant to be out of the light and in a quiet place. Although she remained heavily sedated, she was coming to realize that the drugs, which at first had left her either unconscious or in a stuporous daze, had begun to lose some of their ...

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15. "Where Is Holmes?"

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pp. 120-130

It was quarter to ten when I prepared to leave the Hotel Albert for the short ride — a mere three blocks — to Union Square. Inspector Hargreave had by then stopped at the hotel to deliver the ransom money, after which he and Holmes thoroughly apprised me of their plan and my duties as part of it. Among many other things, my instructions included specific ...

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16. "Love Is a Strange Thing"

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pp. 131-134

At the Astor House hotel, in a luxurious old suite where — she had been informed by the desk clerk — "kings and queens once stayed," Mme. Simone DuBois stood at a large window and gazed down at the Chapel of St. Paul across the street. It was eleven o'clock at night, and miles away on the other end of Manhattan, Dr. John Watson was just entering Grant's ...

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17. "It Was a Tiger"

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pp. 135-141

My ride on Ninth Avenue was all uphill, and the elevated line overhead seemed to bear down on me more oppressively with each passing block as its height above the street diminished. The avenue here was only lightly traveled — no doubt because the elevated tracks made it such an unpleasant thoroughfare—but despite the hill I was able to reach 104th ...

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18. "I Hope You Are Safe"

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pp. 142-145

Fifty feet above Watson, in a room adjoining Mme. DuBois's suite, John Coffin prepared for what promised to be a most enjoyable night of hunting. With his fair, almost boyish features, Coffin might easily have passed for a schoolteacher or perhaps an energetic young minister, but his real line of work had nothing to do -with education or God. Coffin's ...

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19. "I Will Be Fine, My Dear Watson"

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pp. 146-148

As I stepped up into the portico of St. Paul's, expecting at any instant to confront the kidnappers, I was immediately accosted from behind by someone who had materialized out of the fog with Indianlike stealth. A bony hand was cupped over my mouth -while another grabbed my right arm. Then, as I was pushed back toward the front of the chapel, I heard ...

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20. "Shoot the Bastards If You Can"

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pp. 149-151

John Coffin left his room at the Astor House just after midnight, carrying his disassembled rifle in what looked like a violin case. He went to the back stairs and walked up to the attic, where many of the hotel's maids and bellboys lived in cramped rooms under the eaves. After making sure no one had seen him, Coffin jimmied open a heavy wooden door that gave ...

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21. "Let the World Know What I Have Done"

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pp. 152-159

At the sound of Holmes's police whistle, I started to sprint toward the portico. I had gone only a few feet when a loud report rang out and I heard a hiss just behind my head, folio-wed by the unmistakable thwack of a bullet slamming into the side wall of the chapel. Fearing that a second bullet might come my way at any moment, I ducked behind the nearest ...

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22. "I Like Those Odds"

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pp. 160-165

Elsie Cubitt had always known that her kidnapper, if he had the chance,would in the end take her to Chicago. She held the image in her mindof the great city by the lake, its rude towers and roaring els, its majesty andfilth, its impossible gathering of nations, its stockyards and abattoirs wherethe work of destroying living things had been brought to industrializedperfection. City of hope and death —that was Chicago —and as her train...

Book Three: The Pennsylvania Limited

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23. "They Will Not Escape New York"

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pp. 169-172

I spent Monday morning in a state of nervous expectation, pacing back and forth, smoking cigars, and hoping with each step that I -would hear some word of Holmes. But as the clock ticked past noon, silence prevailed. It was as if Holmes had literally tumbled oft the face of the planet and into the trackless ether of space. I now found myself eager to do something ...

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24. "He'll Be All Mine"

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pp. 173-182

At nine o'clock on the morning of Monday, July 16, as Dr. Watson paced the floor at Miss Parry's house in Brooklyn, the luxurious passenger train known as the Pennsylvania Limited eased out of the huge Exchange Street station in Jersey City and headed west for its twenty-four-hour journey to Chicago. The train's "consist," as railroad men called it, ...

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25. "Do You Remember Alfred Beach?"

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pp. 183-189

Inspector William Hargreave, his eyes bloodshot and dejection marking his face like a scar, finally arrived at my "safe house," as he called it, late in the afternoon. We took chairs in the front parlor by a large oriel window offering splendid views of Manhattan, after which Hargreave poured out his story of the big trouble," as he ...

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26. 'Your Presence Is Requested"

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pp. 190-193

"Having a nice sleep, are you, Elsie?" asked the man portraying Sherlock Holmes. Elsie Cubitt struggled to look up but could offer only a low groan in response. This pleased the fake Holmes — whose real name, she had come to learn, was Charlie — and he bent over and fluffed up her pillows. "Well," he continued, "enjoy yourself while you can. You'll regret ...

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27. "I Think I Know What We've Found"

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pp. 194-204

It was just after ten o'clock on Monday night -when Hargreave and I set out on our mission to the Manhattan underworld. Hargreave had insisted that we wait until after dark to minimize our chances of being followed, and the wait had been excruciating, given my eagerness to solve the mystery of Holmes's disappearance. Just before -we left, Detective Bissen ...

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28. "He Won't Be Trying Anything"

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pp. 205-213

A mile or so after pulling out of Altoona, the Pennsylvania Limited, bolstered by a second engine, took a sharp turn to the northwest and began climbing toward one of the most celebrated stretches of railway in America—Horseshoe Curve. Built in the early 1850s by Irish laborers equipped with little more than hand tools and black powder, the curve was ...

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29. 'You Are British to the Core"

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pp. 214-217

After leaving St. Paul's, I walked quickly away, as Hargreave had instructed me to do, until I found a public telephone at a raucous tavern in the Bowery. There, I placed a call to Detective Michael Bissen. It was obvious \vhen he answered that I had gotten him out of bed, but he made no protest. After I had explained my circumstances, Bissen — who seemed ...

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30. "Something Like That"

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pp. 218-221

Mme. Simone DuBois's pendulous form disguised an inner armature of iron, as she was to demonstrate only minutes after Holmes's daring escape. When all the excitement broke out, she had been in the dining car, enjoying supper with the four unsuspecting young women being taken to Chicago. The women then went on to the lounge, and ...

Book Four: Chicago

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31. "Big Wheels Continue to Turn"

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pp. 225-235

At quarter past nine on Wednesday morning I arrived in Chicago in the midst of a roaring thunderstorm, which reflected my troubled state of mind. The long train journey had given me ample time to think. Although I remained hopeful that I would find Holmes and Elsie Cubitt, I knew that great difficulties lay before me. The sheer immensity of Chicago made ...

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32. "How Nice of You to Join Us"

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pp. 236-248

It sounds like you had quite a time of it," said Mary Mortimer as she offered a cup of tea to Mme. Simone DuBois. "That would be an understatement, I think," replied Mme. DuBois, who had arrived in Chicago only a few hours earlier after her harrowing trip from New York. The women were in Mrs. Mortimer's ...

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33. "It Was Strictly a Delivery Job"

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pp. 249-255

Before we left my room at the Sherman House, Rafferry placed a call to Joseph Pyle in St. Paul. Unfortunately, the editor could not be reached at either his apartment or office, leaving us no choice but to try him later in hopes he could bring the might of James J. Hill to bear upon our situation. It was just before six o'clock by the time we walked out onto Randolph ...

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34. "Perhaps I Am Being Too Hard on You"

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pp. 256-262

When Elsie Cubitt and Bathhouse John Coughlin reached the bottom of Hibernia Hall's back stairs, she ordered him to stop. "Let's just see if your friends have decided to follow us," she said. They had, and as the door at the top of the steps swung open, Elsie Cubitt pressed her pistol into one of the folds of skin at the back of Coughlin's ...

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35. "Trouble Is, We're Not the Indians"

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pp. 263-274

Rafferty, Thomas and I returned to the Sherman House at half past seven — our shadows not far behind, according to Rafferty— and went up to my room. We smoked and talked, reviewing once again the extraordinary series of events which had brought us to America's great inland city in search of Sherlock Holmes and Elsie Cubitt. Then, as darkness began to ...

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36. "My God, I Don't Believe It"

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pp. 275-278

Governor John Tanner of Illinois wasn't used to being scolded, but then again, he had never been exposed before to James J. Hill in high dudgeon. The governor, a stout Republican who had been elected in a landslide following what to his mind was the disastrous tenure of the Democrat John Altgeld, had just arrived at his home in Springfield late Wednesday ...

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37. "For God's Sake, Do Not Shoot"

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pp. 279-282

I shall never forget the look on Elsie Cubitt's face — a mixture of surprise, delight and relief — as she came up from the darkness at the bottom of the stairs, as though returning from a long tour of the underworld. Her garb, which consisted of little more than a huge man's coat that came down to her knees, and the deep weariness evident in her normally sparkling ...

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38. "We All Must Leave at Once"

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pp. 283-288

From the daintily curtained window in her penthouse suite atop the Everleigh Club, Mary Mortimer looked down upon the chaos that had erupted on Dearborn Street and wondered whether it was time for her to leave. She had come so close to triumphing once and for all over Sherlock Holmes that she did not want to abandon her grand plan quite yet. Even ...

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39. "This Is a Thing I Must Do Myself"

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pp. 289-295

When Sherlock Holmes announced his plan to set the Sons of Hibernia Hall afire, I put the obvious question to him: "How shall we escape without being seen by the mob outside?" I am counting on smoke and confusion to be our confederates," said Holmes. "There is also the elemental fact that heat rises." "Ah, I see what you 're gettin' at," said Rafferty. "When the fire ...

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40. "There Will Be No Court"

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pp. 296-303

The run-down establishment known as Murran's Livery was about two miles south of the Loop, on Clark Street, and lay all but marooned amid a wide swath of railroad tracks belonging to no fewer than nine different lines. The tracks, which seemed to swoop and curl in all directions like great steel chains binding the flat Chicago earth, were busy around the ...

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Epilogue: "I Do"

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pp. 304-312

In the days and weeks following the death of Mary Robinson, as Holmes preferred to call her, many details of her vast scheme emerged, especially after Elsie Cubitt told her story to the press. While recovering in Chicago—where Holmes, Rafferty and I stayed for several days with her — Mrs. Cubitt gave to the Tribune and several other dailies a vivid ...

Notes

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pp. 313-339

Author's Note

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pp. 340-340