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The Five Orange Pips

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A family is hunted by the Ku Klux Klan for burned papers, and Holmes acts too late.

  1. Five orange pips are a death sentencePips posted from Pondicherry, Dundee and London preceded each of the three Openshaw deaths.
  2. Three deaths passed as accident or suicideA pool two feet deep, an unfenced chalk-pit and a fall from a landing-stage all satisfied coroners' juries.
  3. Holmes wins the reasoning and loses the clientHe names the Klan and traces the Lone Star, yet sent Openshaw home to his death.
Executive Summary AI
  • On a night of equinoctial gales in late September, a pale young man named John Openshaw comes to Baker Street and tells Holmes and Watson that his trouble is a hereditary one, going back to his uncle Elias, a Confederate colonel who made a fortune in Florida and retired to a small estate near Horsham.
  • In March 1883 a letter with a Pondicherry postmark brought the uncle five little dried orange pips and the letters KKK; he shrieked that his sins had overtaken him, burned the contents of a brass box, made a will leaving the estate to his brother, and was found seven weeks later face downward in a garden pool two feet deep, the jury calling it suicide.
  • On the fourth day after the new year of 85 the same five pips reached Openshaw's father, posted from Dundee with the words 'Put the papers on the sundial'; he forbade any word to the police, and three days later fell into an unfenced chalk-pit near Portsdown Hill and died of a shattered skull, the verdict again accidental death.
  • After Openshaw brings a third envelope, postmarked London Eastern Division, Holmes reads out the encyclopedia article on the Ku Klux Klan, notes that the society collapsed in 1869 just as Openshaw left America with its register, and deduces from the seaport postmarks and the seven-week delay that the senders travel by sailing-ship.
  • The next morning the paper reports John Openshaw drowned near Waterloo Bridge; Holmes, shaken, spends the day over Lloyd's registers, fixes on the bark Lone Star and Captain James Calhoun, posts five pips signed S.H. for J.O. to Savannah, but the ship is lost at sea and only a stern-post lettered L.S. is ever seen again.
Key Quote
“I have been beaten four times, three times by men, and once by a woman.”
— Sherlock Holmes
Key Quote
“I have felt like one of those poor rabbits when the snake is writhing toward it.”
— John Openshaw
Key Quote
“You must act, man, or you are lost. Nothing but energy can save you.”
— Sherlock Holmes

Transcript

0:00 V. The Five Orange Pips. When I glance over my notes and records of the Sherlock Holmes cases between the years
0:26 eighty-two and ninety, I am faced by so many which present strange and interesting features
0:32 that it is no easy matter to know which to choose and which to leave. Some, however,
0:37 have already gained publicity through the papers, and others have not offered a field
0:41 for those peculiar qualities which my friend possessed in so high a degree, and which it is the object of these papers to illustrate. Some, too, have
0:50 baffled his analytical skill, and would be as narratives beginning without an ending,
0:56 while others have been but partially cleared up, and have their explanations founded rather upon
1:01 conjecture and surmise than on that absolute logical proof which was so dear to
1:05 him. There is, however, one of these last which was so remarkable in its details and so startling
1:11 in its results that I am tempted to give some account of it, in spite of the fact that there
1:16 are points in connection with it which have never been, and probably never will be, entirely cleared
1:21 up. The year 87 furnished us with a long series of cases of greater or less
1:28 interest, of which I retain the records. Among my headings, under this one twelve months,
1:34 I find an account of the adventure of the Peridol Chamber, of the amateur mendicant Society,
1:39 who held a luxurious club in the lower vault of a furniture warehouse, of the facts connected with the loss of the
1:46 British barque Sophie Anderson, of the singular adventures of the Grice Pattersons in the island
1:51 of Ufa, and, finally, of the Camberwell poisoning case. In the latter, as may be remembered,
1:57 Sherlock Holmes was able, by winding up the dead man's watch, to prove that it had been wound up
2:02 two hours before, and that, therefore, the deceased had been wound up two hours before, and that therefore the deceased
2:05 had gone to bed within that time, a deduction which was of the greatest importance in clearing
2:10 up the case. All these I may sketch out at some future date, but none of them present such singular
2:16 features as the strange train of circumstances which I have now taken up my pen to describe.
2:23 It was in the latter days of September, and the equinoctial gales had
2:27 set in with exceptional violence. All day the wind had screamed, and the rain had beaten against the
2:33 windows, so that even here, in the heart of great, handmade London, we were forced to raise our
2:38 minds for the instant from the routine of life, and to recognize the presence of those great
2:43 elemental forces which shriek
2:45 at mankind through the bars of his civilization, like untamed beasts in a cage. As evening
2:51 drew in, the storm grew higher and louder, and the wind cried and sobbed like a child
2:57 in the chimney.
2:59 Sherlock Holmes sat moodily at one side of the fireplace, cross-indexing his records
3:03 of crime, while I at the other was deep in one of Clark Russell's, cross-indexing his records of crime, while I, at the other,
3:06 was deep in one of Clark Russell's fine sea-stories, until the howl of the gale from without seemed
3:12 to blend with the text, and the splash of the rain to lengthen out into the long swash
3:17 of the sea-waves. My wife was on a visit to her mother's, and for a few days I was a dweller
3:22 once more in my old quarters at Baker Street.
3:29 "'Why?' said I, glancing up at my companion.
3:31 "'That was surely the bell.
3:32 "'Who could come up to-night?
3:34 "'Some friend of yours, perhaps?' "'Except yourself I have none,' he answered.

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