Mr. Martin Shaw, prominent British shipping magnate and now currently           resident in Montreal, Canada, is to be present in London for the Vatican        Cameos Exhibition. Our correspondent has indicated that Mr. Shaw has just       boarded the steamer 'Mary Hamilton' at Halifax for the journey.                                                                                                 Mr. Shaw, a majority shareholder in the Carlton-Star Lines, is an avid          collector of Grecian and very early Roman antiquities, especially               carvings and small sculpted figurines. One confidant of Mr. Shaw has            told our correspondent that Mr. Shaw's quite sizable known and publicly         cataloged collection is only a part of this wealthy man's total                 holdings.                                                                                                                                                       Mr. Shaw will be residing at the Buxton during the visit.                       The long awaited exhibition of the Vatican Cameos is to take place at           the National Museum of Art during the week of April 22, 1888. This is the       first public statement on the matter by Cardinal Luis DiSantoro, Curator        of the Vatican Libraries and Museums. Cardinal DiSantoro will travel to         London after a private exhibition of the Cameos for world leaders at the        Hague, Netherlands.                                                                                                                                             This exhibition marks the first time that these precious carvings will          have been shown to the world. They were discovered nearly 20 years ago          in Messina, Italy, and have been, for all that time, kept locked in the         vaults of the Vatican.                                                          A tragedy has occurred at Butler's Boarding House in Southwark on the           evening of the 21st.  Mr. Joshua Piedmont, late of that address, was            cruelly murdered in his rooms. We have word that Detective-Inspector            Lestrade of the Yard has charged a Mr. Pelton with the odious crime. The        suspect also resides at Butler's.                                                                                                                               Little is known about the victim of this tragedy, save what Mrs. Lakly,         the house manager, has been able to communicate to this Correspondent.          Mr. Piedmont was evidently in the import-export trade and had arrived           back in England after many years in Europe. There is no record of his           having any family in this country. Mr. Pelton has been charged on a             motive of theft and has been remanded to the Bow Street jail.                   SHERLOCK-                                                                       MATTERS GROW GRAVE. WE HAVE JUST NOW RECEIVED WORD THAT THE STONES ARE UP       FOR AUCTION.                                                                                                                                                    OUR GOVERNMENT HAS NOT BEEN INVITED TO PARTICIPATE  WE MUST GAIN THEIR          POSSESION BY OTHER MEANS.                                                                                                                                       SEE ME AT THE DIOGENES AFTER 6                                                                                  MYCROFT                                         A<-1                                                                            20-7-3.8-10-33-1-7-9.24.16-18.12-10.8-7-16-27..                                 I saw the lion's head turn in your hands, slowly at first. I had not            expected what then occured. A low rumbling sound, as if ancient gears           and pulleys were being called once more into service, came from behind          the rightmost bookcase. My brain could not be convinced by what my eyes         were seeing as I watched the whole portion of the wall swing slowly,            ever so slowly, outward.                                                                                                                                        This continued for agonizingly long minutes until the sound ceased as           abruptly as it had come. We were left confronting a gap between the             masonry of the fireplace and the edge of the bookcase. It was a gap             large enough to admit a man.                                                                                               <MORE>                               I poked my head into the gap and allowed my eyes to grow accustomed to          the silky, dusky darkness. I had half expected this old hiding place to         be black as pitch, but a thin wavering light turned the expected blackness      to a thin grey.                                                                                                                                                 You came around me and indicated that my revolver should be drawn. I had        forgotten about the Webley in the excitement of the moment. I reached into      my pocket and brought the revolver out and to the fore.                                                                                                         I looked back into the darkness as you stood near the fireplace examining       the turned lion's head with one eye and keeping watch over me with the          other. In a fit of bravado, I moved into the gap and behind the                 bookcase.                                                                                                                         <MORE>                        I moved quietly into the darkness. The single flicker of dull light held me     in a thrill of excitement! I felt prepared to meet whatever lay back in the     dusty hidden highway behind the walls.                                                                                                                          I had only travelled a few feet through a narrow corridor when I came to        a slightly large chamber. The light which I had sought glimmered before me      and I felt you come up behind. It was your arrival that caused me to avert      my eyes from the chamber, but only for a moment. When I returned my gaze        to my previous target, I caught the movement of an animal buried deep in        the chamber. I stepped forward to see what had caused the movement.                                                              <MORE>                         I stopped dead in my tracks!                                                                                                                                    I was not hunting an animal! In the fall of the light I came to see that        the form was that of a man!                                                                                                                                     Our eyes locked, for just the moment. I could sense his resignation - yet       there was an indefinable aura of power and control that this shadow-man         exuded. I admit to having been taken aback by the gentle firmness of his        face. A moment before I believed that we had encountered a caged animal.        The fact is, we had come upon the master of animals!                                                                          <MORE>                            Before we could even speak one word, the man shook his head and looked hard     at us.                                                                          'It doesn't matter who, or what, you are. It is enough that you have found      me in the darkness of this place. I should be grateful if you kill me, I        suppose. It is no way to live - crouching behind one's fears!'                                                                                                  With that he stood to come toward us. I felt my finger tighten about the        trigger of my Webley.                                                                                                         <MORE>                            'You must have guessed by now who I am, so put away your fear of me. And        if you should not know me, I am Hugh Carr, owner of this place and the          most hunted man in London.'                                                                                                                                     My disbelief showed across my eyes, I swear. Carr noted it for a moment,        then went on.                                                                                                                                                   'I have hidden myself here to protect both who I am and what I know. I          must remain here until it becomes safe to travel about London.'                                                                                                 I encouraged him to talk with us, to tell us what has happened. We offered      our protection to him and made long mentions about Mycroft's concerns.                                                           <MORE>                         Carr heard all of our protestations, but would say little more. He repeated     his fears and counseled us to say nothing to Mycroft or the Yard.                                                                                               'These are grave matters with many men involved - rich and powerful men, in     many cases. The world is not yet ready to hear my story. Let it only be         said that Hugh Carr murdered only when it was necessary and then only to        put down tremendous villainy.'                                                                                                                                  We looked after Carr, who only seemed to be ill at ease and not in body.                                                        <MORE>                          We had decided, between the two of us, that Carr should be left alone. His      safety was of paramount import at this critical juncture. We could not          simply expose him thoughtlessly and with recklessness to the powers             without.                                                                        We promised him that his mysterious past and his present location would be      locked in our hearts. We would go out and solve this puzzle without any         help from him.                                                                                                                                                  Carr looked appreciative of our concern. As we turned to leave, he had us       stop.                                                                           One cannot slay a fiction. All things are not as they might seem."     "        With that, we left the chamber and went out into the study. The book-           case swung in and I looked down at the carpet.                                  Suddenly, a sound startled me! It came from behind the door. I pushed at        the oaken barrier with all my might. With a crash, it came open. The            noise, however, had given us away!                                                                                                                              Down in the cellar we could see the dim shadows cast by low gas lamps. A        table stood in the middle of the dark hole. I could make out 5 men              around the table, looks of horror in their faces.                                                                                                               I had drawn my Webley and pointed directly at them. I could now see that        the cohort was made up of Moran, Moriarty, Shaw, and two other villainous       looking henchmen.                                                                                                                                               Spread out on the table and near the single lamp were the Cameos. Their         shining blackness shown even here!                                                                                           <MORE>                             'You seem to have us at a slight disadvantage,' Moriarty said.                                                                                                  I waved my revolver briskly. 'Yes, we do seem to have the upper hand!'                                                                                          'You must have come without the police,' responded Moriarty. 'I can only        say that this totally uncalled for. Here we are, 5 gentlemen, inspecting        some fine art replicas of the famous Vatican Cameos, and you burst in           unannounced!'   Moriarty smiled at us. 'You must know that you will have        to prove whatever case you allege us in to a magistrate.'                                                                                                       I nodded. 'These Cameos will be proof enough.'                                                                                                                  Moriarty looked down at the stones. 'You must prove they are the Cameos!        Any stone may be shaped. I would suggest that you think on that!'               We pushed hard against the door and it gave quite freely. I looked down         the stairs into a cold, dark cellar.                                                                                                                            ' It looks like nothing is here,' I said. 'Just the sound of rats running       and the Thames brushing up against the foundations.'                                                                                                            We walked back to the centre of the deserted pub, but saw nothing of any        importance.                                                                     +                                                                               +                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               