The room was on the first floor at the end of the corridor. The Professor stepped in first. Smiley was still awake, but clearly exhausted.
“How is he doing?” The Professor cast a concerned look to his brother, who was sitting at the side of Smiley’s bed, then to Smiley, back to his brother and then to Todd.
“A bit better, Bobby. Dr Stride was here, you should have seen it. He said, that he collided with Kamal again.”
“Professor? What does he mean with that?” Holmes had finally entered the room, and after a few bewildered blinks from Todd, he finally found something interesting.
“You must be Mr Holmes, Sir.”, the eldest of the Moriarty brothers started, “James Robert told me a lot about you. To answer your question, Mr Timothy Stride is the local doctor. Maybe my brother already told you, that Smiley was already in a very poor health yesterday, so that we called in Dr Stride. As he arrived he was a little angry because a young Indian had ran into him in the village. Well, he gave Smiley an injection and went away again. That was yesterday. This morning about Nine o’clock, Sara came, I would call it hysterical, down from the boys room, screaming that Smiley had died. I rushed to his room, and first I too thought, that he was dead, but after I noticed, that he was still alive, I ran to my brother’s room, woke him up and returned with him to here. After a few minutes he jumped up, ran out of the door, and went to all appearances to London, and brought you here.”
“Yes. He also told us about a man named Quentin Donovan.”
Suddenly Smiley looked up alarmed. “What?!”, he whispered in an weak voice, “But...’e’s... ‘e’s dead.”
“The Professor informed us about that, but right now I have no explanation for the facts.”
“This seems to become a very sinister case, don’t you think?!” Watson interrupted.
“I wouldn’t say so, Watson. There surely is a rational solution, and I hope we shall find it quickly. But could you first please check Smiley.”
Surely the doctor sat down, and after a while he looked up... surprised.
“What’s this?!”
“What’s what?”, the Professor blinked astonished.
“This little wound. Did he get his injection through his hand?”
“No. It was a normal injection.” 
Now Holmes interrupted: “That is interesting. Really, I think... yes, yes, that’s a possibility.”
“A possibility for what, Holmes?” Watson asked.
“I won’t tell you right now, not before I can prove it.”
“Okay, then. I think I can give Smiley something that would help.”
“Thank you.” Smiley whispered.
“May I now see the pendant, Professor?”
“Ah yes. Todd, Will, could you please leave us alone for a moment?!”
The Two just nodded at the Professor, and went out the door.
“Smiley, where’s your pendant?”
“’ere, Mr ‘olmes. ” With shivering hands the poor fellow gave the small golden pendant to Holmes, before he felt asleep.
It was an oval, golden medallion. On the front an emerald in the shape of an unicorn’s head was embedded. On the back two photographs could be found. One of a little girl with fair hair and one of an Indian Girl, who was about Sixteen years old. 
“Where did Smiley get this pendant from, Professor?”
“As far as I know, a young man once gave it to him, when he was just Four years old. According to Smiley’s Father, that man said, Smiley should show that thing in Glasgow to a man called Andrew Palace, or something like that, when he is Twenty-Five. Jake said, that they never heard anything again from this man after that.”
“Did  either one of you ever try to find out, who this “Andrew Palace” is?”
“Yes, but neither of us ever found such a name.”
Holmes got back to his thoughts.
“It’s a valuable pendant, isn’t it?”
“Financial and emotional, above all the last one. For Smiley, you know.”
“I’m sure the little girl on the photograph is his sister.”
“Yes. This photo and one of the two I’ve got are unfortunately his only mementoes of her.”
“And who is the other girl?”
“I have no idea.”
“But maybe I can ‘elp.”
Suddenly Todd stood in the opened door.
“Todd! I thought you’re...”
“I can’t leave Smiley alone. If ya wanna know, who this gal is, ‘er name was Kim.”
“Was?!”
“Yes, Mr ‘olmes. She died at da same day on which I met Smiley da first time.”
“Please continue,…. we’re listening.”
“As far as I know, Smiley came t’ India about Ten years ago. An’ about Eight years ago I met ‘im for da first time. I don’t know what ‘appened in the Two years before that, but one day, I got shore leave, I came t’ one o’ da warehouses at da ‘arbour, as I suddenly ‘eard a gal screaming. I don’t know if it was just curiosity or anything else, but I ran there, and I saw ‘ow one man shoutin’ at a boy, o’ course this boy was Smiley. Da man wanted a pendant or something like that from ‘im, otherwise, the man said, ‘e would shoot the lil’ gal. Smiley gave a little golden necklace t’ da man, but that guy just laughed, pushed away da gal an’ shot ‘er. “You’re da next, Smiley.”, da man sneered. I ‘ave no idea, why I did it, but I jumped up, drew a pistol myself an’ shot that bastard. As I saw ‘im ‘itting da ground I ran t’ Smiley, who sat, on da verge o’ tears, next to the body o’ da gal. She was already dead, but Smiley still held ‘er in ‘is arms, whispering ‘er name. It took awhile, until I was able t’ talk t’ ‘im, but finally I was able t’ give ‘im some comfort. Well, ya know da rest o’ da story.”
The others just nodded.
“Poor, little guy.” Holmes got up to go, “Well, I think we all should go to sleep now. But, Todd, may I speak to you in private?”
Holmes went together with Todd out the door, and closed it behind them.
“Todd, did Smiley receive anything ‘unusual’ in the last few days?”
“Err....yes, now that ya mention it, it was in da night after which ‘e became ill.”
“What was on this night?”
“I don’t know da full story, Sir, but it was after dinner, I went back t’ our room. Smiley was already there, an’ as I stepped in, I saw ‘im kneeling on da rug, holdin’ ‘is ‘and.”
“Did it bleed?”
“Yes, ‘ow d’ ya know that?”
“I’ll tell you later. What did Smiley said what he did?”
“’e said, that ‘e received a lil’ glass box; which now laid in pieces on da floor. As ‘e wanted t’ open da thing, Smiley said, there suddenly was a sting in ‘is ‘and, but ‘e ‘ad no explanation for what it could ‘ave been.”
“Well, I think I’m on the right way with my thoughts. You better go back to your night-watch job.”
“Yes. Good night, Sir.” Todd said, as he closed the door behind him, after the others stood together with Holmes in the corridor.

The next day

It was about half past three p.m. as the door to the boy’s room were opened.
Silently Smiley shuffled along the corridor.
“Mr Marrow!”, Sara, the maid, cried, “Ya better stay in bed when you’re sick.”
“I already feel better, Sara, thank ya. Can ya please brin’ me somethin’ to eat? I’m starvin’.” 
Sara chuckled briefly: “Alright, Sir, I’ll brin’ ya somethin’. But just a bit, Dr Watson said ya shouldn’t eat too much righ’ now.”
“That’s okay, speakin’ of which, where is ‘e?”
“I think ‘e’s in the library, together with Colonel Moriarty and Mr O’Toole. The Professor is outside.”
“And Mr ‘olmes? Where’s ‘e?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I ‘ave no idea. As I wanted to wake ‘im this mornin’, ‘e wasn’t in ‘is room.”
“Doesn’t Dr Watson know where ‘e is?”
“No, sorry, Sir.”
“Alright then. I’ll go and join da others in da library.”
“Yes, Sir. Your meal will be ready in a few minutes.” 
Smiley just yawned thanking as Sara went away.
“Cute girl.” he thought, as he went downstairs and entered the library.

“Smiley!”, Todd jumped up from his chair as his friend entered, “You’re supposed to be in bed.”
“I know, but I feel like I ‘aven’t moved for years. Besides, I don’t think, Dr Watson would ‘ave said Sara, that I shouldn’t eat too much right now, if I’m not even allowed to get out of bed.”
“That’s right, Todd. The worst thing Smiley can do right now, is staying hungry and motionless in bed.” Watson said. Todd just got back to his chair, and Smiley chose the large wicker chair next to the window, which led outside into the garden.
“Dr Watson? Where’s Mr ‘olmes?” Smiley asked after a while.
“I think he’s in the village.”
“A village full of characters.” Suddenly a young man entered the library together with the Professor. The man was about 30 years old, dressed with a green-grey chequered tweed-suit, a dark green bowler hat and dark blue boots. He always got to push back his glasses, while writing into his little notebook.
“Gentlemen, may I introduce Mr Robert Paddington to you. To all appearance he’s the only possibility to solve this case.”
“Then why did you called Holmes and me?!” Watson shouted angrily.
The Professor and the young man just looked at each other, before they burst into laughter.
“I’m sure, you’ll understand this by now, my dear Watson.” Holmes grinned as he removed the make-up from his face.
“Holmes! Why...?!”
“I see, Smiley is already better, good. To answer your question, this was the best way, to get all the information I need. You see, although nearly all of the citizens of the village know about the Professor’s activities in London and so on, they seem to be thankful enough to keep quiet about his actual whereabouts. But if you take a look on all the good things the family did for the village, I think you can understand the citizens.
But now let me show you my findings:
First of all, here is a small list of the persons I visited.”
Holmes showed two sides of the notebook to the others. It was a list of names and occupations, etc.

1. Mrs Julia Phillips – owns a corner shop, 46 years, widow, a daughter <-lives in America
2. Mr Patricks – owner of the local hotel, 39 years, married(Andrea) <- is in Dover at the moment.
3. Dr Timothy Stride – local doctor, 49 years, married
4. Mrs Mary Stride – wife of Dr Stride, 47 years, needle-woman 
5. Mr and Mrs Harvey – servants of Dr Stride, 29 and 24 years old
6. Mr Thomas O’Daniels – undertaker, about 45 years, bachelor
7. Kamal – servant of Mr O’Daniels, about 30 years, Indian, can’t speak English

NOTE: Mr O’Daniels and his servant are the only ones on this list who lives here for less than 15 years

“Now, what could be wrong with this list?” Holmes asked the other, as he was sure, that every one of them had read the list. But they all just shook their heads.
“The undertaker and his servant are a bit displaced, aren’t they?!” The Colonel finally interrupted.
“Gosh, Will. Just because they’re living here for less than Fifthteen years?!”
“No, my dear brother. Look, they’re the only ones on the list, who’ve had no direct contact with Smiley. He met Mr Patricks in the village, as well as the Harvey’s. Then he helped Mrs Phillips at the shop, Mrs Stride repaired some of his trousers and Dr Stride was here, as we all know. The undertaker is the only man with which Smiley has had no contact with yet.”
Holmes nodded with a smile, as the Colonel had finished.
“That is absolutely right, Colonel. Now let me tell you, what all those people on the list told me, or better, what they told Mr Paddington. I got up at quarter past seven, put on the disguise and went to the village about Eight o’clock in the morning. Mrs Phillips was cleaning the windows of her shop, as I met her. I greeted her, and we started chatting.
“Good Morning, Ma’am.”
“Good Morning, Sir. Can I help you?” she asked, still looking at the window.
“Yes, maybe. Is this your shop?”
“Yes, it is. Do you need something?”
“Maybe Some information.”
“Information? About what?”
“Do you know a young man called Smiley Marrow?”
“Of course I know him”, she smiled, “He works for the Professor, as far as I know. A few years ago he lived together with his sister at “Heaven’s Gate“, Oh, he’s still such a cute little guy. You know, Sir, whenever he, the Professor and another fellow; I think his name is Tom or Todd, or something like that; are staying at “Heaven’s Gate“, Smiley sometimes comes here to help me with my shop. You know, it’s a hard job for a Forty-Six year-old widow like me. My daughter lives in the United States now, so Smiley often is the only help for me. Oh, he’s such a nice boy.”
“Did you know, that someone poisoned him?”
“Oh God in heaven!, who?” she screamed.
“I don’t know. but I’m trying to find out.”
“What are you then?!”
“I’m a private detective.”
“But you’re not Sherlock Holmes, aren’t you?”
“No, my name is Paddington. Robert Paddington.”
“Good then. I’m sorry if I’d sound a bit rough, but, you see, I think Mr Holmes is just doing his job, and that in a unbelievable good way, but, you see, the Moriarty family did so much for our little village, we don’t want to lose any of their members.”
“Sounds interesting. Well, I’ve got to go on with my work. Thank you for all, Ma’am.”
The next person on the list was Mr Patricks. He’s a very taciturn guy. The only information I got from him, was that his wife Andrea is in the Dover at the moment, and that there are not many visitors at the moment.
But the visit at the Strides was far more interesting.
The doctor hadn’t opened his practice right now, but Mrs Harvey let me in. I met Dr Stride in the sitting-room.
Dr Stride is a maybe a bit stocky man with dark hair. I think I can say that he reminds a bit of good old Watson.”, Holmes quipped, “Mrs Harvey went back to her husband, after she had introduced me to the doctor:
 “Well Mr Paddington”, Mr Stride started, “I think Mrs Phillips and my wife and I are the persons in this village that can give you the most information. But not about this undertaker, this Mr Thomas O’Daniels.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Ah, you see, he’s a strange fellow. He came here with his servant about fourteen years ago. No one in this village knows very much about him. You don’t see him very often in the village, practically never. The only thing I know, is that he is about Forty-five to Fifty years old and that he often goes to Glasgow for whatever. But this Kamal, his servant and assistant, is a rather usual sign. Maybe the Colonel or his brother told you about him. If it is interesting for you, he ran into me for a few times in the last few days.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, it may not be very helpful for you, but as I went to Smiley, Kamal collided with me the first time, then again as I came back from “Heaven’s Gate“ and then again yesterday, after I visited Smiley a second time. But I think he is just rather clumsy. Or maybe it’s because no one ever told him that that isn’t good, you see, he can’t speak English.”
In this moment Mrs Stride entered.
“So, Timothy.” she said, “Here’s your jacket. I can’t understand it. This button appears and disappears just as it pleases ?.”
“Pardon me, Ma’am. Please don’t think me, “nosey”, but could you please tell me what you mean by those words?”
“You must be Mr Paddington. Angela already told me that you’re here. If it interests you, my husband lost one of his buttons, as Mr O’Daniels’ servant collided with him in the village the first time. As Timothy came back from “Heaven’s Gate“, he told me that he put the button into his medical-bag. But as I searched the button I was unable to find it. Then Timothy went to “Heaven’s Gate“ again, and came back ,  he was angry about Kamal, who had ran into him again, and I looked for the button again, and suddenly it was there. I’m sure I’ve searched the bag for it a several thousand times without finding it, but suddenly it was there. But I’m sure that this isn’t of importance to you…..”
“At least it’s a cute little story. I think I’ve heard enough. Thank you very much. Good bye.”
Well, that is all the information from the village. I think I know, who’s behind all this.”
“But who, Holmes? And why?”
“I think I need to go to Glasgow, to figure that out, Professor. So, I hope you’ll take good care of Smiley, but don’t let him go to the village and don’t tell anyone that he’s better already. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
With these words Holmes went to his room, and a short while later he was on his way to Glasgow.