- Jul 2018
While we were waiting, Sergeant Cuff looked through the evergreen arch on our left, spied out our rosery, and walked straight in, with the first appearance of anything like interest that he had shown yet. To the gardener’s astonishment, and to my disgust, this celebrated policeman proved to be quite a mine of learning on the trumpery subject of rose-gardens.
The unconcealed passion the Sergeant Cuff had for the rosery garden initially impressed Betteredge as "trumpery", and evidently inappropriate of a man of his profession. Curiously enough, further reading reveals that whenever the detective was onto some clues, he would stare out the window, and whistle the song "The Last Rose of Summer" to himself. The Sergeant's affection for roses here not only did not impede his "horrid clearness", but symbolized his tenderness for human infirmity, from my perspective. Just like the roses, human nature is lovable and fragile, but with thorns that occasionally stings. As a detective, Cuff didn't have that much opportunity to execute his tenderness, maybe the roses is a vent for this.