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The autograph manuscript of “The Terror of Blue John Gap” reproduced above is courtesy of Dartmouth College Library, Rauner Special Collections, MS-93: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
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Ap 20th In the last three days I have made several expeditions to
the Blue [deleted: Gap] John Gap, and have even penetrated some short
distance, but my bicycle lantern is so small that I dare not trust
myself very far. I shall get candles & do the thing more
systematically. I have heard no sound at all & could almost
believe that I have been the victim of some hallucination,
suggested perhaps by Armitage's conversation. Of course the whole
idea is absurd, and yet I must confess that those bushes at the
entrance of the cave do present an appearance as if some heavy
creature had forced its way through them. I begin to be keenly
interested. I have said nothing to the Miss Allertons, for they
are quite superstitious enough already, but I have bought some
candles, and mean to investigate for myself.
I observed this morning that among the numerous
tufts of sheeps wool which lay among the bushes near the Cavern
there was one which was smeared with blood. Of course my
reason tells me that if sheep wander into such rocky places
they are likely to injure themselves, and yet somehow that
smear of crimson gave me a sudden shock and for a moment
I found myself shrinking back in horror from the old Roman arch.
A fetid breath seemed to ooze from the black depths into which I peered.
Could it indeed be possible thay some nameless thing, some dreadful presence
was lurking down [deleted: there] yonder. I should have been incapable of such
feelings in the days of my strength but one grows more nervous & fanciful
when one's health is shaken. For the moment I weakened in my resolution
and was ready to leave the secret of the old mine, if one exists, forever
unsolved. But tonight my interest has returned and my nerves grown
more steady. Tomorrow I trust that I will have gone more deeply
into this matter.
Ap. 22. Let me try and set down [inserted: as accurately as I can] my extraordinary experience of yesterday.
I started in the afternoon and made my way to the Blue John Gap.
I confess that my misgivings [deleted: of yesterday] returned as I gazed into
its depths, and I wished that I had brought a companion to share any
exploration. Finally with a return of resolution I lit my candle,
pushed my way through the briars & descended into the rocky shaft.
The full story as it was printed in The Strand is available at
The Arthur Conan Doyle Encyclopedia.