This is a unique crime
story, a bank robbery without bloodshed and using red-headed league's idea to the crime. The story follows John
Clay, he was a thief, murderer, and smuggler. He had used the Red-Headed League’
job vacancy to distract a pawnbroker. Jabez Wilson only worked four hours a day
for highly paid. When the thief had completed the tunnel, he cared no longer
about his employee. Wilson has thought he was the object of a prank. It was
expensive joke, he got the benefit, but Wilson was still curious. The knees of
the trousers and the pavement were the two clues for Sherlock Holmes to seize
the bad guys.
The
Red-Headed League (1891), a Short Story by Arthur Conan Doyle: summary
Jabez Wilson came to Baker
Street that day, brought his case. An advertisement on the paper had already
exploded disaster to his former employee. Wilson himself was an owner of a
small pawnbroker’s business at Coburg Square, near the City. He used to be able
to hire two assistants, but now he only kept one. The business did not run so
well. Vincent Spaulding was now the only assistant, he was not such as a youth.
Wilson lived with Spaulding and a girl of fourteen, who did a bit simple of
cooking and kept place in clean. Wilson was a widower and had no family, so the
three of them lived very quietly.
Spaulding had read an
advertisement on the paper, all red-headed men who are sound in body and mind,
above the age of twenty, are eligible for high salary. Spaulding wished he had
a red-headed.
The Red-headed League was
founded by an American millionaire, Ezekiah Hopkins. He was himself red-headed,
and he had a great sympathy for all red-headed; so when he died it was found
that he had left his enormous fortune in the hands of trustees, with
instructions to apply the providing of easy berths to men whose hair is of that
color. Spaulding seemed to know so much about it. He was willing to have a
holiday, so they shut the business up and started off for the address that was
given the advertisement.
Fleet Street was choked with
red-headed folk. There was nothing in the office but a couple of wooden of
chairs and a deal table, behind which sat a small man with head that was even
redder than him. His assistant was introduced Wilson to the recruiter. He said
his name was Duncan Ross, he was one of the pensioners upon the fund left by
the benefactors. He had a negative respond to find Wilson had no family. The
fund was for the propagation and spread of the red-headed as well as for their
maintenance.
The pay was good. The job
was only four hours a day, but he should not to think of leaving. He has to
copy the Encyclopedia Britannica. Wilson should be ready for the next day.
However in the morning, he determined to have a look at it anyhow, so Wilson
bought a penny bottle of ink, and with a quill-pen. He was delighted,
everything was right. The table was set out ready for him, Duncan Ross was
there to see that he got fairly work. At the two o’clock he bade him good-day,
complimented him upon the amount he had written, and locked the door of the
office after him.
Every morning he was there
at ten and every afternoon he left at two. By degrees Mr. Duncan Ross took
coming in only once a morning, and then, after a time, he did not come at all.
Eight weeks passed. He went to his work as usual at ten o’clock, but the door
was shut and locked with a little square of card-board hammered that said the
Red-Headed was dissolved. Wilson went to the landlord, who is an account living
on the ground-floor, and he asked him about the Red-Headed League. He said he
never heard of any such body. Even Duncan Ross was strange to him, he only knew
a man named William Morris who just moved out yesterday. Morris was a
solicitor, then Wilson had gotten his office’s address. Wilson went to the
address but no one in it had ever heard William Morris or Duncan Ross.
Besides, Wilson had loosen
four pond a week, he wanted to know who they were, and what their object was in
playing that prank.
Sherlock Holmes was going
through the City first, and a short walk took them to Saxe-Coburg Square, the
scene of singular story. It was a poky, little, shaby-genteel place, where four
lies of dingy two-storied brick houses. A sign on the board with ‘JABEZ WILSON’
in the white letters, upon the corner of the house, announced the place where
the red-headed client headed his business. Sherlock Holmes stopped in front of
it, observed that place. Finally, he returned to the pawnbroker’s house, having
thumped vigorously upon the pavement with his stick two times or three times.
It was instantly he was welcomed by a young guy. The assistant counted his good
deal in the mystery of the Red-Headed League.
Holmes explored the road in
which they found themselves as they turned round the corner of the road. It was
one of the main arteries which conveyed the traffic of the City to the north
and west. The roadway was blocked with the immense stream of commerce flowing
in a double tide inward and outward, while the footpaths were black with the
hurrying swarm the pedestrians. There was tobacconist shop, the little
newspaper shop, the Coburg branch of City Bank, the vegetarian restaurant, and the
carriage–building depot.
Watson found the official
police agent, Peter Jones was talking with Holmes at the Baker Street on that
day, later he was introduced to Mr. Merryweather, who was to be their companion
in that night’s adventure. Merryweather was a bank director, and personally
interested in that matter.
They had reached the same
crowded thoroughfare in which they found themselves in the morning. Their cabs
were dismissed and following the guidance of Mr. Merryweather. They passed down
narrow a passage and through a side door, which he opened. Within there was a
small corridor, which ended in a very massive iron gate. He opened a third door, into a huge vault or
cellar, which pilled all round with crates and massive boxes.
Bank Coburg had borrowed
30,000 napoleons from the Bank of France to strengthen their resources. They
had never occasion to unpack the money, and that it was still lying in the
cellar. The smell of hot metal remained to assure them that the light was still
there, ready to flash out at a moment’s notice. The thief could hardly take any
steps until the good pawnbroker was safely in bed. Suddenly Watson’s eyes
caught the glint of a light. Over the edge there peeped a clean cut, boyish
face, which looked keenly about it. The men were in hurry together their chisels
and bags. Holmes warned Clay and the assistant to surrender, then warned them
not to run. Holmes had been holding a revolver.
John Clay, the murder, thief,
smasher, and forger. He was still young, but he was at the head of his
profession. He was remarkable man his grandfather was a royal duke. He himself
has been to Eton and Oxford. His brain was as cunning as his fingers. He would
crack a crib in Scotland on week, and be raising money to build an orphanage in
Cornwall the next. The police had been on his track for years and had never set
eyes on him yet.
The method was no doubt
suggest to Clay’s ingenious mind by color of his accomplice’s hair. The four pound
a week was a lure which must draw him, and what was it to comparing for
thousands. They put advertisement, one rogue incites the man to apply for it,
and together they manage to secure his absence every morning in the week.
Sherlock Holmes was
suspicious on the assistant when he opened the door. Holmes had surprised him
by beating upon the pavement with his stick. Clay and the assistant closed
their League offices that was a sign that they cared no longer about Mr. Jabez
Wilson’s presence, they had completed their tunnel.
******
December 3, 2017
Sekapur
Sirih
Cerpen ini diterbitkan 1891,
perampokan bank, tidak ada tokoh yang terbunuh dalam cerita ini. Seorang
penjahat keturunan bangsawan, yang pernah kuliah dan menggunakan keunikan, atas
nama rambut merah dan berujung pada perampok bank. Misteri yang cerdas.
Terjemahan
dalam Bahasa Indonesia, Red-Headed League, 1891 (Liga/Serikat Rambut Merah);
resume/ringkasan
Baker Street didatangi klien
bernama Jabez Wilson, pemilik sebuah toko pegadaian tidak jauh dari pusat kota. Duda
itu tidak memiliki keluarga, ia hidup bersama seorang asisten toko dan perempuan,
membantunya memasak dan membersihkan rumah. Bisnis pegadaiannya tidak berjalan
baik, bahkan semakin memburuk, jika tadinya ia mampu mempekerjakan dua
karyawan, kini hanya mampu membayar satu orang saja. Sebuah petikan iklan di surat
kabar disodorkan ketika Watson masuk di tengah perbincangan antara Holmes dan
kliennya. Sebuah iklan lowongan pekerjaan, dengan gaji menarik, 4 pound perminggu
dan dikhususkan untuk pemilik rambut merah seperti Jabez Wilson, apalagi dengan
jam kerja hanya 4 jam sehari.
Asisten Wilson bernama Vincent
Spaluding tidaklah tergolong muda, namun terlalu pintar untuk menjadi seorang
penjaga toko. Spaulding menyodorkan iklan itu pada bosnya, dan memengaruhinya
agar ikut dalam wawancara lowongan pekerjaan dimaksud. Wilson tidak begitu mengetahui
persis tentang Serikat Rambut Merah, Vincent yang mengerti iklan itu dan bahkan
menelepon kantor pengiklan.
Serikat Rambut Merah
didirikan oleh Ezekiah Hopkins seorang miliuner dari Amerika. Ezekiah sendiri telah
wafat, namun kekayaannya telah disumbangkan untuk para rambut merah demi
menjaga keberlangsungan komunitas rambut merah. Duncan Ross, salah satu pemilik
saham dari Serikat Rambut Merah, merekrut karyawan di London. Tn. Ross
menyayangkan Wilson tidak memiliki anak dan keluarga, lembaga itu bertujuan penerus
rambut merah. Tapi akhirnya Wilson terpilih mendapat pekerjaan itu, kandidat
lainnya tidak terlalu merah sesuai dengan syarat.
Wilson pun diterima dan
disuruh untuk bekerja keesokan harinya. Pekerjaanya menyalin Ensiklopedia
Britannica, sehingga ia disuruh membawa botol tinta dan pena.
Dengan senang hati Wilson
membeli tinta dan pena, hari pertama masuk kerja. Seperti janji Ross, sebuah meja
telah disiapkan untuknya. Jam kerja hanya empat jam dari jam 10 pagi hingga jam
2 siang. Bisnis pegadaian sepi di pagi hingga siang, biasanya ramai pada sore
dan malam hari, Wilson memercayakan toko pada asistennya. Hari-hari bekerja
semakin ia nikmati, hingga genap ia bekerja delapan minggu. Mulanya, Tn. Ross selalu
berada di kantor, mengawasinya, namun lambat laun sang bos tidak
muncul sama sekali, hingga suatu pagi yang mengejutkan.
Wilson dikagetkan, mendapati
kantor tempatnya bekerja tertutup rapat, dan terpampang tulisan mengatakan bahwa kantor tutup dan
tidak akan ada aktifitas lagi. Bos pegadaian itu pun bingung dan menanyakan
orang sekitarnya, tapi tak satu pun dari mereka mengenali Duncan Ross dan Serikat
Rambut Merah. Akhirnya, Wilson mendatangi pemilik kantor, yang kebetulan
tinggal di lantai bawah. Herannya, pemilik pun tidak mngetahui akan serikat itu
dan nama Duncan Ross.
Pemilik hanya mengetahui seorang
penyewa bernama William Morris, yang baru kemarinnya berpamitan pindah, dan
meninggalkan alamat kantor. William pun mendatangi alamat yang dimaksud,
lagi-lagi tak satupun orang dalam kantor itu mengenal Duncan Ross maupun William
Morris.
Pemilik pegadaian sangat
penasaran akan Serikat Rambut Merah, dan kenapa ia dikerjai seperti itu, ia
juga merasa rugi 30 pondsterling. Walau Holmes menyarankan Wilson tidaklah
begitu rugi, tapi rasa penasaran Wilson tetap meminta Holmes memecahkan misteri
si rambut merah.
Holmes dan Watson bergerak,
mendatangi kantor tempat kejadian. Mereka melakukan observasi, selanjutnya mendatangi
kediaman Wilson. Seorang anak muda membuka pintu untuknya, namun wajah pemuda
itu sangat terkaget ketika tongkat Holmes mengetuk lantai keramik yang
mengeluarkan bunyi tidak normal. Holmes pun menyelidiki rumah Wilson dan
sekitarnya. Tidak jauh dari lokasi, terdapat deretan pertokoan hingga sebuah
cabang bank.
Holmes telah mencium
keganjilan dan membuat simpulan awal. Watson menyempatkan diri kembali ke
rumahnya, kemudian kembali ke Jalan Baker. Ia mendapati Holmes tengah
berbincang dengan Peter Jones dari agen Scotland Yard dan Merryweather seorang
direktur bank, tertarik dalam kasus itu. Bankir yang akan menuntun mereka dalam
petualangan mereka malam itu.
Agen Jones menjelaskan John
Clay, seorang pencuri, pembunuh, dan penyeludup. Dia masih muda, tapi sudah
sangat lihai dalam kejahatan. Kakeknya adalah bangsawan, dan Clay sendiri
pernah kuliah di Eton dan Oxford. Dia sangat licik, sudah bertahun-tahun dalam
incaran penegak hukum.
Bank Courg baru-baru ini
meminjam dana besar dari Bank Paris untuk memperkuat bisnis, para staf belum punya kesempatan merapikan uangnya dan membiarkannya tergeletak di lantai brankas. Merryweather pun
membawa Holmes, Watson, dan Agen Jones ke brankas yang berlapis tiga pintu dan
jeruji besi di ruang bawah tanah. Dari kejauhan terdengar bunyi nyaring logam
menghantam logam, dan sinaran senter.
Dua orang pencuri tengah
berusaha melarikan diri dengan tas bawaannya, diduga berisi uang. Awalnya
gerakan mereka dilakukan perlahan, kuatir pemilik pegadaian baik hati terbangun
dari tidurnya. Ruang bawah tanah itu persis berada di bawah kamar tidur Wilson.
Holmes memegang senjatanya dan memperingatkan kedua pencuri itu. Detektif itu
cukup kaget saat melihat rambut merah milik anak muda dihadapannya, John Clay.
Pencuri masih berusaha melarikan diri, Holmes kembali mengingatkan keduanya, tiga
orang di luar telah mengepung.
Holmes semenjak awal telah mencium
kejanggalan asisten Wilson, tiba-tiba menghilang dan terkaget saat melihat tongkat
Holmes memukul lantai. Belum lagi, sang asisten tak berani memunculkan kakinya yang
berdebu. Selama berminggu-minggu Spaulding dan Clay telah membuat terowongan di
bawah rumah Wilson menembus ke ruang brankas Bank Coburg. Apalah arti 4 pound per
minggu jika dibandingkan dengan ribuan pounsterling yang telah mereka curi dari
brankas Bank Coburg. Clay membuat iklan itu untuk menarik Wilson agar meninggalkan
tokonya dari jam 10.00 hingga 14.00 setiap hari, agar mereka bebas menggali. Terowongan
telah usai dibuat, mereka menyegel kantor, dan terlupa dengan Wilson. Tidak
mengira, Wilson akan melakukan penyidikan terhadap mereka. Clay memanfaatkan
rambut merah untuk kejahatan, modus baru untuk sang detektif. John Clay adalah seorang
sponsor rasnya.
******
3 Desember 2017
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