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The Great Keinplatz Experiment and Other Tales of Twilight and the Unseen

The Great Keinplatz Experiment and Other Tales of Twilight and the Unseen

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THE GREAT KEINPLATZ
EXPERIMENT

and Other Tales of Twilight and the Unseen

BY

A. CONAN DOYLE

NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY


Copyright, 1905, 1908, 1909, 1910, 1911, 1913, 1914, 1918, 1919,
By A. Conan Doyle


Copyright, 1910,
By Charles Scribner's Sons


Copyright, 1911,
By Associated Sunday Magazines, Inc.


Copyright, 1908,
By The McClure Company


Copyright, 1900, 1902,
By The S. S. McClure Company


Copyright, 1894,
D. Appleton & Company

THE GREAT KEINPLATZ EXPERIMENT
AND OTHER TALES OF THE UNSEEN
----Q----
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA


CONTENTS

    PAGE
I The Brown Hand 9
II The Usher of Lea House School 30
III B. 24 51
IV The Great Keinplatz Experiment 72
V Cyprian Overbeck Wells 95
VI Playing with Fire 120
VII The Ring of Thoth 139
VIII The Los Amigos Fiasco 163
IX How It Happened 174
X Lot No. 249 179
XI "De Profundis" 225
XII The Lift 239

THE GREAT KEINPLATZ EXPERIMENT

and Other Tales of Twilight and the Unseen


I

THE BROWN HAND

Every one knows that Sir Dominick Holden, the famous Indian surgeon, made me his heir, and that his death changed me in an hour from a hard-working and impecunious medical man to a well-to-do landed proprietor. Many know also that there were at least five people between the inheritance and me, and that Sir Dominick's selection appeared to be altogether arbitrary and whimsical. I can assure them, however, that they are quite mistaken, and that, although I only knew Sir Dominick in the closing years of his life, there were none the less very real reasons why he should show his goodwill towards me. As a matter of fact, though I say it myself, no man ever did more for another than I did for my Indian uncle. I cannot expect the story to be believed, but it is so singular that I should feel that it was a breach of duty if I did not put it upon record—so here it is, and your belief or incredulity is your own affair.

Sir Dominick Holden, C.B., K.C.S.I., and I don't know what besides, was the most distinguished Indian surgeon of his day. In the Army originally, he afterwards settled down into civil practice in Bombay, and visited as a consultant every part of India. His name is best remembered in connection with the Oriental Hospital, which he founded and supported. The time came, however, when his iron constitution began to show signs of the long strain to which he had subjected it, and his brother practitioners (who were not, perhaps, entirely disinterested upon the point) were unanimous in recommending him to return to England. He held on so long as he could, but at last he developed nervous symptoms of a very pronounced character, and so came back, a broken man, to his native county of Wiltshire. He bought a considerable estate with an ancient manor-house upon the edge of Salisbury Plain, and devoted his old age to the study of Comparative Pathology, which had been his learned hobby all his life, and in which he was a foremost authority.

We of the family were, as may be imagined, much excited by the news of the return of this rich and childless uncle to England. On his part, although by no means exuberant in his hospitality, he showed some sense of his duty to his relations, and each of us in turn had an invitation to visit him. From the accounts of my cousins it appeared to be a melancholy business, and it was with mixed feelings that I at last received my own summons to appear at Rodenhurst. My wife was so carefully excluded in the invitation that my first impulse was to refuse it, but the interests of the children had to be considered, and so, with her consent, I set out one October afternoon upon my visit to Wiltshire, with little thought of what that visit

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