"One evening, shortly after my arrival, we were sitting over a glass of port after dinner, when young Trevor began to talk about those habits of observation and inference which I had already formed into a system, although I had not yet appreciated the part which they were to play in my life.
The old man evidently thought that his son was exaggerating in his description of one or two trivial feats which I had performed.
'Come, now, Mr. Holmes,' said he, laughing good-humouredly. 'I'm an excellent subject, if you can deduce anything from me.' 'I fear there is not very much,' I answered. 'I might suggest that you have gone about in fear of some personal attack within the last twelvemonth.' The laugh faded from his lips, and he stared at me in great surprise.
'Well, that's true enough,' said he. 'You know, Victor,' turning to his son, 'when we broke up that poaching gang they swore to knife us, and Sir Edward Holly has actually been attacked.
I've always been on my guard since then, though I have no idea how you know it.' 'You have a very handsome stick,' I answered. 'By the inscription I observed that you had not had it more than a year.
But you have taken some pains to bore the head of it and pour melted lead into the hole so as to make it a formidable weapon. I argued that you would not take such precautions unless you had some danger to fear.' 'Anything else?' he asked, smiling.
'You have boxed a good deal in your youth.' 'Right again. How did you know it? Is my nose knocked a little out of the straight?' 'No,' said I. 'It is your ears. They have the peculiar flattening and thickening which marks the boxing man.' 'Anything else?' 'You have done a good deal of digging by your callosities.' 'Made all my money at the gold fields.' 'You have been in New Zealand.' 'Right again.' 'You have visited Japan.' 'Quite true.' 'And you have been most intimately associated with someone whoseinitials were J. A., and whom you afterwards were eager to entirely forget.' Mr. Trevor stood slowly up, fixed his large blue eyes upon me with a strange wild stare, and then pitched forward, with his face among the nutshells which strewed the cloth, in a dead faint.
"You can imagine, Watson, how shocked both his son and I were. His attack did not last long, however, for when we undid his collar and sprinkled the water from one of the finger-glasses over his face, he gave a gasp or two and sat up.
'Ah, boys,' said he, forcing a smile, 'I hope I haven't frightened you. Strong as I look, there is a weak place in my heart, and it does not take much to knock me over.
I don't know how you manage this, Mr. Holmes, but it seems to me that all the detectives of fact and of fancy would be children in your hands.
