Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle
Five Orange Pips Page 3
I kept all the keys and could go where I liked and do what I liked, so long as I did not disturb him in his
privacy. There was one singular exception, however, for he had a single room, a lumber-room up among
the attics, which was invariably locked, and which he would never permit either me or anyone else to
enter. With a boy's curiosity I have peeped through the keyhole, but I was never able to see more than
such a collection of old trunks and bundles as would be expected in such a room. "One day--it was in
March, 1883--a letter with a foreign stamp lay upon the table in front of the colonel's plate. It was not a
common thing for him to receive letters, for his bills were all paid in ready money, and he had no friends
of any sort. 'From India!' said he as he took it up, 'Pondicherry postmark! What can this be?' Opening it
hurriedly, out there jumped five little dried orange pips, which pattered down upon his plate. I began to
laugh at this, but the laugh was struck from my lips at the sight of his face. His lip had fallen, his eyes were
protruding, his skin the colour of putty, and he glared at the envelope which he still held in his trembling
hand, 'K. K. K.!' he shrieked, and then, 'My God, my God, my sins have overtaken me!'
"'What is it, uncle?' I cried. "'Death,' said he, and rising from the table he retired to his room, leaving me
palpitating with horror. I took up the envelope and saw scrawled in red ink upon the inner flap, just above
the gum, the letter K three times repeated. There was nothing else save the five dried pips. What could be
the reason of his overpowering terror? I left the breakfast-table, and as I ascended the stair I met him
coming down with an old rusty key, which must have belonged to the attic, in one hand, and a small brass
box, like a cashbox, in the other. "'They may do what they like, but I'll checkmate them still,' said he with an
oath. 'Tell Mary that I shall want a fire in my room to-day, and send down to Fordham, the Horsham
lawyer.' "I did as he ordered, and when the lawyer arrived I was asked to step up to the room. The fire was
burning brightly, and in the grate there was a mass of black, fluffy ashes, as of burned paper, while the
brass box stood open and empty beside it. As I glanced at the box I noticed, with a start, that upon the lid
was printed the treble K which I had read in the morning upon the envelope.
"'I wish you, John,' said my uncle, 'to witness my will. I leave my estate, with all its advantages and all its
disadvantages, to my brother, your father, whence it will, no doubt, descend to you. If you can enjoy it in
peace, well and good! If you find you cannot, take my advice, my boy, and leave it to your deadliest enemy.
I am sorry to give you such a two-edged thing, but I can't say what turn things are going to take. Kindly
sign the paper where Mr. Fordham shows you.' "I signed the paper as directed, and the lawyer took it
away with him. The singular incident made, as you may think, the deepest impression upon me, and I
pondered over it and turned it every way in my mind without being able to make anything of it. Yet I could
not shake off the vague feeling of dread which it left behind, though the sensation grew less keen as the
weeks passed and nothing happened to disturb the usual routine of our lives. I could see a change in my
uncle, however. He drank more than ever, and he was less inclined for any sort of society. Most of his time
he would spend in his room, with the door locked upon the inside, but sometimes he would emerge in a
sort of drunken frenzy and would burst out of the house and tear about the garden with a revolver in his
hand, screaming out that he was afraid of no man, and that he was not to be cooped up, like a sheep in a
pen, by man or devil. When these hot fits were over, however, he would rush tumultuously in at the door
and lock and bar it behind him, like a man who can brazen it out no longer against the terror which lies at
the roots of his soul. At such times I have seen his face, even on a cold day, glisten with moisture, as
though it were new raised from a basin.