“It would not—to you,” said Holmes; “but with me it is different. My hearing is unusually acute. I can hear the dropping of a pin through a stone wall ten feet thick; any sound within a mile of my eardrum vibrates thereon with an intensity which would surprise you, and it is by the use of cocaine that I have acquired this wonderfully acute sense. A property which dulls the senses of most people renders mine doubly apprehensive; therefore, gentlemen, while to you there was no auricular disturbance, to me there was. I heard Shem sliding down the mast a minute since. The fact that he slid down the mast instead of climbing down the rigging showed that he was in great haste, therefore he must have something to communicate of great importance.”
“Why isn’t he here already, then? It wouldn’t take him two minutes to get from the deck here,” asked the ever-suspicious Le Coq.
“It is simple,” returned Holmes, calmly. “If you will go yourself and slide down that mast you will see. Shem has stopped for a little witch-hazel to soothe his burns. It is no cool matter sliding down a mast two hundred feet in height.”
As Sherlock Holmes spoke the door burst open and Shem rushed in.
“A signal of distress, captain!” he cried.
“From what quarter—to larboard?” asked Holmes.
“No,” returned Shem, breathless.
“Then it must be dead ahead,” said Holmes.
“Why not to starboard?” asked Le Coq, dryly.
“Because,” answered Holmes, confidently, “it never happens so. If you had ever read a truly exciting sea-tale, my dear Le Coq, you would have known that interesting things, and particularly signals of distress, are never seen except to larboard or dead ahead.”