Suddenly, a loud uproar broke out from the stall they had just left. Turning around they saw a little fellow at the door of the stall shaking his fist.
No no...The real name..Pray let's step into my office and we will talk about everything.
Excuse me...I think I can be of assistance to you..I am Sherlock Holmes and I know you are endeavoring to trace some geese....But pray tell me your name.
Oh..Have mercy..I will tell you..I went to my sister's house after the robbery.She raises geese.She had promised me one.In order to escape suspicion. I thrust the stone down the throat of one the goose and identified some other one. I realized my mistake but my sister had sold the other geese. I will leave the country,Sir.Then Horner will be free
Oh..You are just the person I wanted to meet...Uh..I am John RobinsonWell then my name is James Ryder
The game's up, Ryder. I have almost all proofs that I could need so there is little you need to tell me. How did you know of the carbuncle.
Catherine Cusack, the lady's in waiting maid told me about it.
It seems to me.That there is a making of a pretty villain in you. You knew Horner was concerned in such matter before.And what did you do?When he left. You and Cusack riffled the room,stole the carbuncle and raised the alarm,and had Hoener arrested.
I suppose I am commuting a felony,but the fellow is too frightened,he won't commit a crime again.Sent him to jail and he will be a jail bird for life.Besides, it's the season of forgiveness