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THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES by
SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
ADVENTURE I.
A SCANDAL IN BOHEMIA
I.
To Sherlock Holmes she is always THE woman.
I have seldom heard him mention her under
any other name.
In his eyes she eclipses and predominates
the whole of her sex.
It was not that he felt any emotion akin to
love for Irene Adler.
All emotions, and that one particularly,
were abhorrent to his cold, precise but
admirably balanced mind.
He was, I take it, the most perfect
reasoning and observing machine that the
world has seen, but as a lover he would
have placed himself in a false position.
He never spoke of the softer passions, save
with a gibe and a sneer.
They were admirable things for the
observer--excellent for drawing the veil
from men's motives and actions.
But for the trained reasoner to admit such
intrusions into his own delicate and finely
adjusted temperament was to introduce a
distracting factor which might throw a
doubt upon all his mental results.
Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack
in one of his own high-power lenses, would
not be more disturbing than a strong
emotion in a nature such as his.
And yet there was but one woman to him, and
that woman was the late Irene Adler, of
dubious and questionable memory.
I had seen little of Holmes lately.
My marriage had drifted us away from each
other.
My own complete happiness, and the home-
centred interests which rise up around the
man who first finds himself master of his
own establishment, were sufficient to
absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who
loathed every form of society with his
whole Bohemian soul, remained in our
lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his
old books, and alternating from week to
week between cocaine and ambition, the
drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce
energy of his own keen nature.
He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by
the study of crime, and occupied his
immense faculties and extraordinary powers
of observation in following out those
clues, and clearing up those mysteries
which had been abandoned as hopeless by the
official police.
From time to time I heard some vague
account of his doings: of his summons to
Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder,
of his clearing up of the singular tragedy
of the Atkinson brothers at Trincomalee,
and finally of the mission which he had
accomplished so delicately and successfully
for the reigning family of Holland.
Beyond these signs of his activity,
however, which I merely shared with all the
readers of the daily press, I knew little
of my former friend and companion.
One night--it was on the twentieth of
March, 1888--I was returning from a journey
to a patient (for I had now returned to
civil practice), when my way led me through
Baker Street.
As I passed the well-remembered door, which
must always be associated in my mind with
my wooing, and with the dark incidents of
the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a
keen desire to see Holmes again, and to
know how he was employing his extraordinary
powers.
His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even
as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare
figure pass twice in a dark silhouette
against the blind.
He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly,
with his head sunk upon his chest and his
hands clasped behind him.
To me, who knew his every mood and habit,
his attitude and manner told their own
story.
He was at work again.
He had risen out of his drug-created dreams
and was hot upon the scent of some new
problem.
I rang the bell and was shown up to the
chamber which had formerly been in part my
own.
His manner was not effusive.
It seldom was; but he was glad, I think, to
see me.
With hardly a word spoken, but with a
kindly eye, he waved me to an armchair,
threw across his case of cigars, and
indicated a spirit case and a gasogene in
the corner.
Then he stood before the fire and looked me
over in his singular introspective fashion.
\"Wedlock suits you,\" he remarked.
\"I think, Watson, that you have put on
seven and a half pounds since I saw you.\"
\"Seven!\"
I answered.
\"Indeed, I should have thought a little
more.
Just a trifle more, I fancy, Watson.
And in practice again, I observe.
You did not tell me that you intended to go
into harness.\"
\"Then, how do you know?\"
\"I see it, I deduce it.
How do I know that you have been getting
yourself very wet lately, and that you have
a most clumsy and careless servant girl?\"
\"My dear Holmes,\" said I, \"this is too
much.
You would certainly have been burned, had
you lived a few centuries ago.
It is true that I had a country walk on
Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess,
but as I have changed my clothes I can't
imagine how you deduce it.
As to Mary Jane, she is incorrigible, and
my wife has given her notice, but there,
again, I fail to see how you work it out.\"
He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long,
nervous hands together.
\"It is simplicity itself,\" said he; \"my
eyes tell me that on the inside of your
left shoe, just where the firelight strikes
it, the leather is scored by six almost
parallel cuts.
Obviously they have been caused by someone
who has very carelessly scraped round the
edges of the sole in order to remove
crusted mud from it.
Hence, you see, my double deduction that
you had been out in vile weather, and that
you had a particularly malignant boot-
slitting specimen of the London slavey.
As to your practice, if a gentleman walks
into my rooms smelling of iodoform, with a
black mark of nitrate of silver upon his
right forefinger, and a bulge on the right
side of his top-hat to show where he has
secreted his stethoscope, I must be dull,
indeed, if I do not pronounce him to be an
active member of the medical profession.\"
I could not help laughing at the ease with
which he explained his process of
deduction.
\"When I hear you give your reasons,\" I
remarked, \"the thing always appears to me
to be so ridiculously simple that I could
easily do it myself, though at each
successive instance of your reasoning I am
baffled until you explain your process.
And yet I believe that my eyes are as good
as yours.\"
\"Quite so,\" he answered, lighting a
cigarette, and throwing himself down into
an armchair.
\"You see, but you do not observe.
The distinction is clear.
For example, you have frequently seen the
steps which lead up from the hall to this
room.\"
\"Frequently.\"
\"How often?\"
\"Well, some hundreds of times.\"
\"Then how many are there?\"
\"How many?
I don't know.\"
\"Quite so!
You have not observed.
And yet you have seen.
That is just my point.
Now, I know that there are seventeen steps,
because I have both seen and observed.
By-the-way, since you are interested in
these little problems, and since you are
good enough to chronicle one or two of my
trifling experiences, you may be interested
in this.\"
He threw over a sheet of thick, pink-tinted
note-paper which had been lying open upon
the table.
\"It came by the last post,\" said he.
\"Read it aloud.\"
The note was undated, and without either
signature or address.
\"There will call upon you to-night, at a
quarter to eight o'clock,\" it said, \"a
gentleman who desires to consult you upon a
matter of the very deepest moment.
Your recent services to one of the royal
houses of Europe have shown that you are
one who may safely be trusted with matters
which are of an importance which can hardly
be exaggerated.
This account of you we have from all
quarters received.
Be in your chamber then at that hour, and
do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a
mask.\"
\"This is indeed a mystery,\" I remarked.
\"What do you imagine that it means?\"
\"I have no data yet.
It is a capital mistake to theorize before
one has data.
Insensibly one begins to twist facts to
suit theories, instead of theories to suit
facts.
But the note itself.
What do you deduce from it?\"
I carefully examined the writing, and the
paper upon which it was written.
\"The man who wrote it was presumably well
to do,\" I remarked, endeavouring to imitate
my companion's processes.
\"Such paper could not be bought under half
a crown a packet.
It is peculiarly strong and stiff.\"
\"Peculiar--that is the very word,\" said
Holmes.
\"It is not an English paper at all.
Hold it up to the light.\"
I did so, and saw a large \"E\" with a small
\"g,\" a \"P,\" and a large \"G\" with a small
\"t\" woven into the texture of the paper.
\"What do you make of that?\" asked Holmes.
\"The name of the maker, no doubt; or his
monogram, rather.\"
\"Not at all.
The 'G' with the small 't' stands for
'Gesellschaft,' which is the German for
'Company.'
It is a customary contraction like our
'Co.'
'P,' of course, stands for 'Papier.'
Now for the 'Eg.'
Let us glance at our Continental
Gazetteer.\"
He took down a heavy brown volume from his
shelves.
\"Eglow, Eglonitz--here we are, Egria.
It is in a German-speaking country--in
Bohemia, not far from Carlsbad.
'Remarkable as being the scene of the death
of Wallenstein, and for its numerous glass-
factories and paper-mills.'
Ha, ha, my boy, what do you make of that?\"
His eyes sparkled, and he sent up a great
blue triumphant cloud from his cigarette.
\"The paper was made in Bohemia,\" I said.
\"Precisely.
And the man who wrote the note is a German.
Do you note the peculiar construction of
the sentence--'This account of you we have
from all quarters received.'
A Frenchman or Russian could not have
written that.
It is the German who is so uncourteous to
his verbs.
It only remains, therefore, to discover
what is wanted by this German who writes
upon Bohemian paper and prefers wearing a
mask to showing his face.
And here he comes, if I am not mistaken, to
resolve all our doubts.\"
As he spoke there was the sharp sound of
horses' hoofs and grating wheels against
the curb, followed by a sharp pull at the
bell.
Holmes whistled.
\"A pair, by the sound,\" said he.
\"Yes,\" he continued, glancing out of the
window.
\"A nice little brougham and a pair of
beauties.
A hundred and fifty guineas apiece.
There's money in this case, Watson, if
there is nothing else.\"
\"I think that I had better go, Holmes.\"
\"Not a bit, Doctor.
Stay where you are.
I am lost without my Boswell.
And this promises to be interesting.
It would be a pity to miss it.\"
\"But your client--\"
\"Never mind him.
I may want your help, and so may he.
Here he comes.
Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give
us your best attention.\"
A slow and heavy step, which had been heard
upon the stairs and in the passage, paused
immediately outside the door.
Then there was a loud and authoritative
tap.
\"Come in!\" said Holmes.
A man entered who could hardly have been
less than six feet six inches in height,
with the chest and limbs of a Hercules.
His dress was rich with a richness which
would, in England, be looked upon as akin
to bad taste.
Heavy bands of astrakhan were slashed
across the sleeves and fronts of his
double-breasted coat, while the deep blue
cloak which was thrown over his shoulders
was lined with flame-coloured silk and
secured at the neck with a brooch which
consisted of a single flaming beryl.
Boots which extended halfway up his calves,
and which were trimmed at the tops with
rich brown fur, completed the impression of
barbaric opulence which was suggested by
his whole appearance.
He carried a broad-brimmed hat in his hand,
while he wore across the upper part of his
face, extending down past the cheekbones, a
black vizard mask, which he had apparently
adjusted that very moment, for his hand was
still raised to it as he entered.
From the lower part of the face he appeared
to be a man of strong character, with a
thick, hanging lip, and a long, straight
chin suggestive of resolution pushed to the
length of obstinacy.
\"You had my note?\" he asked with a deep
harsh voice and a strongly marked German
accent.
\"I told you that I would call.\"
He looked from one to the other of us, as
if uncertain which to address.
\"Pray take a seat,\" said Holmes.
\"This is my friend and colleague, Dr.
Watson, who is occasionally good enough to
help me in my cases.
Whom have I the honour to address?\"
\"You may address me as the Count Von Kramm,
a Bohemian nobleman.
I understand that this gentleman, your
friend, is a man of honour and discretion,
whom I may trust with a matter of the most
extreme importance.
If not, I should much prefer to communicate
with you alone.\"
I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by the
wrist and pushed me back into my chair.
\"It is both, or none,\" said he.
\"You may say before this gentleman anything
which you may say to me.\"
The Count shrugged his broad shoulders.
\"Then I must begin,\" said he, \"by binding
you both to absolute secrecy for two years;
at the end of that time the matter will be
of no importance.
At present it is not too much to say that
it is of such weight it may have an
influence upon European history.\"
\"I promise,\" said Holmes.
\"And I.\"
\"You will excuse this mask,\" continued our
strange visitor.
\"The august person who employs me wishes
his agent to be unknown to you, and I may
confess at once that the title by which I
have just called myself is not exactly my
own.\"
\"I was aware of it,\" said Holmes dryly.
\"The circumstances are of great delicacy,
and every precaution has to be taken to
quench what might grow to be an immense
scandal and seriously compromise one of the
reigning families of Europe.
To speak plainly, the matter implicates the
great House of Ormstein, hereditary kings
of Bohemia.\"
\"I was also aware of that,\" murmured
Holmes, settling himself down in his
armchair and closing his eyes.
Our visitor glanced with some apparent
surprise at the languid, lounging figure of
the man who had been no doubt depicted to
him as the most incisive reasoner and most
energetic agent in Europe.
Holmes slowly reopened his eyes and looked
impatiently at his gigantic client.
\"If your Majesty would condescend to state
your case,\" he remarked, \"I should be
better able to advise you.\"
The man sprang from his chair and paced up
and down the room in uncontrollable
agitation.
Then, with a gesture of desperation, he
tore the mask from his face and hurled it
upon the ground.
\"You are right,\" he cried; \"I am the King.
Why should I attempt to conceal it?\"
\"Why, indeed?\" murmured Holmes.
\"Your Majesty had not spoken before I was
aware that I was addressing Wilhelm
Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand
Duke of Cassel-Felstein, and hereditary
King of Bohemia.\"
\"But you can understand,\" said our strange
visitor, sitting down once more and passing
his hand over his high white forehead, \"you
can understand that I am not accustomed to
doing such business in my own person.
Yet the matter was so delicate that I could
not confide it to an agent without putting
myself in his power.
I have come incognito from Prague for the
purpose of consulting you.\"
\"Then, pray consult,\" said Holmes, shutting
his eyes once more.
\"The facts are briefly these: Some five
years ago, during a lengthy visit to
Warsaw, I made the acquaintance of the
well-known adventuress, Irene Adler.
The name is no doubt familiar to you.\"
\"Kindly look her up in my index, Doctor,\"
murmured Holmes without opening his eyes.
For many years he had adopted a system of
docketing all paragraphs concerning men and
things, so that it was difficult to name a
subject or a person on which he could not
at once furnish information.
In this case I found her biography
sandwiched in between that of a Hebrew
rabbi and that of a staff-commander who had
written a monograph upon the deep-sea
fishes.
\"Let me see!\" said Holmes.
\"Hum!
Born in New Jersey in the year 1858.
Contralto--hum!
La Scala, hum!
Prima donna Imperial Opera of Warsaw--yes!
Retired from operatic stage--ha!
Living in London--quite so!
Your Majesty, as I understand, became
entangled with this young person, wrote her
some compromising letters, and is now
desirous of getting those letters back.\"
\"Precisely so.
But how--\"
\"Was there a secret marriage?\"
\"None.\"
\"No legal papers or certificates?\"
\"None.\"
\"Then I fail to follow your Majesty.
If this young person should produce her
letters for blackmailing or other purposes,
how is she to prove their authenticity?\"
\"There is the writing.\"
\"Pooh, pooh!
Forgery.\"
\"My private note-paper.\"
\"Stolen.\"
\"My own seal.\"
\"Imitated.\"
\"My photograph.\"
\"Bought.\"
\"We were both in the photograph.\"
\"Oh, dear!
That is very bad!
Your Majesty has indeed committed an
indiscretion.\"
\"I was mad--insane.\"
\"You have compromised yourself seriously.\"
\"I was only Crown Prince then.
I was young.
I am but thirty now.\"
\"It must be recovered.\"
\"We have tried and failed.\"
\"Your Majesty must pay.
It must be bought.\"
\"She will not sell.\"
\"Stolen, then.\"
\"Five attempts have been made.
Twice burglars in my pay ransacked her
house.
Once we diverted her luggage when she
travelled.
Twice she has been waylaid.
There has been no result.\"
\"No sign of it?\"
\"Absolutely none.\"
Holmes laughed.
\"It is quite a pretty little problem,\" said
he.
\"But a very serious one to me,\" returned
the King reproachfully.
\"Very, indeed.
And what does she propose to do with the
photograph?\"
\"To ruin me.\"
\"But how?\"
\"I am about to be married.\"
\"So I have heard.\"
\"To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen,
second daughter of the King of Scandinavia.
You may know the strict principles of her
family.
She is herself the very soul of delicacy.
A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct would
bring the matter to an end.\"
\"And Irene Adler?\"
\"Threatens to send them the photograph.
And she will do it.
I know that she will do it.
You do not know her, but she has a soul of
steel.
She has the face of the most beautiful of
women, and the mind of the most resolute of
men.
Rather than I should marry another woman,
there are no lengths to which she would not
go--none.\"
\"You are sure that she has not sent it
yet?\"
\"I am sure.\"
\"And why?\"
\"Because she has said that she would send
it on the day when the betrothal was
publicly proclaimed.
That will be next Monday.\"
\"Oh, then we have three days yet,\" said
Holmes with a yawn.
\"That is very fortunate, as I have one or
two matters of importance to look into just
at present.
Your Majesty will, of course, stay in
London for the present?\"
\"Certainly.
You will find me at the Langham under the
name of the Count Von Kramm.\"
\"Then I shall drop you a line to let you
know how we progress.\"
\"Pray do so.
I shall be all anxiety.\"
\"Then, as to money?\"
\"You have carte blanche.\"
\"Absolutely?\"
\"I tell you that I would give one of the
provinces of my kingdom to have that
photograph.\"
\"And for present expenses?\"
The King took a heavy chamois leather bag
from under his cloak and laid it on the
table.
\"There are three hundred pounds in gold and
seven hundred in notes,\" he said.
Holmes scribbled a receipt upon a sheet of
his note-book and handed it to him.
\"And Mademoiselle's address?\" he asked.
\"Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St.
John's Wood.\"
Holmes took a note of it.
\"One other question,\" said he.
\"Was the photograph a cabinet?\"
\"It was.\"
\"Then, good-night, your Majesty, and I
trust that we shall soon have some good
news for you.
And good-night, Watson,\" he added, as the
wheels of the royal brougham rolled down
the street.
\"If you will be good enough to call to-
morrow afternoon at three o'clock I should
like to chat this little matter over with
you.\"
II.
At three o'clock precisely I was at Baker
Street, but Holmes had not yet returned.
The landlady informed me that he had left
the house shortly after eight o'clock in
the morning.
I sat down beside the fire, however, with
the intention of awaiting him, however long
he might be.
I was already deeply interested in his
inquiry, for, though it was surrounded by
none of the grim and strange features which
were associated with the two crimes which I
have already recorded, still, the nature of
the case and the exalted station of his
client gave it a character of its own.
Indeed, apart from the nature of the
investigation which my friend had on hand,
there was something in his masterly grasp
of a situation, and his keen, incisive
reasoning, which made it a pleasure to me
to study his system of work, and to follow
the quick, subtle methods by which he
disentangled the most inextricable
mysteries.
So accustomed was I to his invariable
success that the very possibility of his
failing had ceased to enter into my head.
It was close upon four before the door
opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-
kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed
face and disreputable clothes, walked into
the room.
Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing
powers in the use of disguises, I had to
look three times before I was certain that
it was indeed he.
With a nod he vanished into the bedroom,
whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-
suited and respectable, as of old.
Putting his hands into his pockets, he
stretched out his legs in front of the fire
and laughed heartily for some minutes.
\"Well, really!\" he cried, and then he
choked and laughed again until he was
obliged to lie back, limp and helpless, in
the chair.
\"What is it?\"
\"It's quite too funny.
I am sure you could never guess how I
employed my morning, or what I ended by
doing.\"
\"I can't imagine.
I suppose that you have been watching the
habits, and perhaps the house, of Miss
Irene Adler.\"
\"Quite so; but the sequel was rather
unusual.
I will tell you, however.
I left the house a little after eight
o'clock this morning in the character of a
groom out of work.
There is a wonderful sympathy and
freemasonry among horsey men.
Be one of them, and you will know all that
there is to know.
I soon found Briony Lodge.
It is a bijou villa, with a garden at the
back, but built out in front right up to
the road, two stories.
Chubb lock to the door.
Large sitting-room on the right side, well
furnished, with long windows almost to the
floor, and those preposterous English
window fasteners which a child could open.
Behind there was nothing remarkable, save
that the passage window could be reached
from the top of the coach-house.
I walked round it and examined it closely
from every point of view, but without
noting anything else of interest.
\"I then lounged down the street and found,
as I expected, that there was a mews in a
lane which runs down by one wall of the
garden.
I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down
their horses, and received in exchange
twopence, a glass of half and half, two
fills of shag tobacco, and as much
information as I could desire about Miss
Adler, to say nothing of half a dozen other
people in the neighbourhood in whom I was
not in the least interested, but whose
biographies I was compelled to listen to.\"
\"And what of Irene Adler?\"
I asked.
\"Oh, she has turned all the men's heads
down in that part.
She is the daintiest thing under a bonnet
on this planet.
So say the Serpentine-mews, to a man.
She lives quietly, sings at concerts,
drives out at five every day, and returns
at seven sharp for dinner.
Seldom goes out at other times, except when
she sings.
Has only one male visitor, but a good deal
of him.
He is dark, handsome, and dashing, never
calls less than once a day, and often
twice.
He is a Mr. Godfrey Norton, of the Inner
Temple.
See the advantages of a cabman as a
confidant.
They had driven him home a dozen times from
Serpentine-mews, and knew all about him.
When I had listened to all they had to
tell, I began to walk up and down near
Briony Lodge once more, and to think over
my plan of campaign.
\"This Godfrey Norton was evidently an
important factor in the matter.
He was a lawyer.
That sounded ominous.
What was the relation between them, and
what the object of his repeated visits?
Was she his client, his friend, or his
mistress?
If the former, she had probably transferred
the photograph to his keeping.
If the latter, it was less likely.
On the issue of this question depended
whether I should continue my work at Briony
Lodge, or turn my attention to the
gentleman's chambers in the Temple.
It was a delicate point, and it widened the
field of my inquiry.
I fear that I bore you with these details,
but I have to let you see my little
difficulties, if you are to understand the
situation.\"
\"I am following you closely,\" I answered.
\"I was still balancing the matter in my
mind when a hansom cab drove up to Briony
Lodge, and a gentleman sprang out.
He was a remarkably handsome man, dark,
aquiline, and moustached--evidently the man
of whom I had heard.
He appeared to be in a great hurry, shouted
to the cabman to wait, and brushed past the
maid who opened the door with the air of a
man who was thoroughly at home.
\"He was in the house about half an hour,
and I could catch glimpses of him in the
windows of the sitting-room, pacing up and
down, talking excitedly, and waving his
arms.
Of her I could see nothing.
Presently he emerged, looking even more
flurried than before.
As he stepped up to the cab, he pulled a
gold watch from his pocket and looked at it
earnestly, 'Drive like the devil,' he
shouted, 'first to Gross & Hankey's in
Regent Street, and then to the Church of
St. Monica in the Edgeware Road.
Half a guinea if you do it in twenty
minutes!'
\"Away they went, and I was just wondering
whether I should not do well to follow them
when up the lane came a neat little landau,
the coachman with his coat only half-
buttoned, and his tie under his ear, while
all the tags of his harness were sticking
out of the buckles.
It hadn't pulled up before she shot out of
the hall door and into it.
I only caught a glimpse of her at the
moment, but she was a lovely woman, with a
face that a man might die for.
\"'The Church of St. Monica, John,' she
cried, 'and half a sovereign if you reach
it in twenty minutes.'
\"This was quite too good to lose, Watson.
I was just balancing whether I should run
for it, or whether I should perch behind
her landau when a cab came through the
street.
The driver looked twice at such a shabby
fare, but I jumped in before he could
object.
'The Church of St. Monica,' said I, 'and
half a sovereign if you reach it in twenty
minutes.'
It was twenty-five minutes to twelve, and
of course it was clear enough what was in
the wind.
\"My cabby drove fast.
I don't think I ever drove faster, but the
others were there before us.
The cab and the landau with their steaming
horses were in front of the door when I
arrived.
I paid the man and hurried into the church.
There was not a soul there save the two
whom I had followed and a surpliced
clergyman, who seemed to be expostulating
with them.
They were all three standing in a knot in
front of the altar.
I lounged up the side aisle like any other
idler who has dropped into a church.
Suddenly, to my surprise, the three at the
altar faced round to me, and Godfrey Norton
came running as hard as he could towards
me.
\"'Thank God,' he cried.
'You'll do.
Come!
Come!'
\"'What then?'
I asked.
\"'Come, man, come, only three minutes, or
it won't be legal.'
\"I was half-dragged up to the altar, and
before I knew where I was I found myself
mumbling responses which were whispered in
my ear, and vouching for things of which I
knew nothing, and generally assisting in
the secure tying up of Irene Adler,
spinster, to Godfrey Norton, bachelor.
It was all done in an instant, and there
was the gentleman thanking me on the one
side and the lady on the other, while the
clergyman beamed on me in front.
It was the most preposterous position in
which I ever found myself in my life, and
it was the thought of it that started me
laughing just now.
It seems that there had been some
informality about their license, that the
clergyman absolutely refused to marry them
without a witness of some sort, and that my
lucky appearance saved the bridegroom from
having to sally out into the streets in
search of a best man.
The bride gave me a sovereign, and I mean
to wear it on my watch-chain in memory of
the occasion.\"
\"This is a very unexpected turn of
affairs,\" said I; \"and what then?\"
\"Well, I found my plans very seriously
menaced.
It looked as if the pair might take an
immediate departure, and so necessitate
very prompt and energetic measures on my
part.
At the church door, however, they
separated, he driving back to the Temple,
and she to her own house.
'I shall drive out in the park at five as
usual,' she said as she left him.
I heard no more.
They drove away in different directions,
and I went off to make my own
arrangements.\"
\"Which are?\"
\"Some cold beef and a glass of beer,\" he
answered, ringing the bell.
\"I have been too busy to think of food, and
I am likely to be busier still this
evening.
By the way, Doctor, I shall want your co-
operation.\"
\"I shall be delighted.\"
\"You don't mind breaking the law?\"
\"Not in the least.\"
\"Nor running a chance of arrest?\"
\"Not in a good cause.\"
\"Oh, the cause is excellent!\"
\"Then I am your man.\"
\"I was sure that I might rely on you.\"
\"But what is it you wish?\"
\"When Mrs. Turner has brought in the tray I
will make it clear to you.
Now,\" he said as he turned hungrily on the
simple fare that our landlady had provided,
\"I must discuss it while I eat, for I have
not much time.
It is nearly five now.
In two hours we must be on the scene of
action.
Miss Irene, or Madame, rather, returns from
her drive at seven.
We must be at Briony Lodge to meet her.\"
\"And what then?\"
\"You must leave that to me.
I have already arranged what is to occur.
There is only one point on which I must
insist.
You must not interfere, come what may.
You understand?\"
\"I am to be neutral?\"
\"To do nothing whatever.
There will probably be some small
unpleasantness.
Do not join in it.
It will end in my being conveyed into the
house.
Four or five minutes afterwards the
sitting-room window will open.
You are to station yourself close to that
open window.\"
\"Yes.\"
\"You are to watch me, for I will be visible
to you.\"
\"Yes.\"
\"And when I raise my hand--so--you will
throw into the room what I give you to
throw, and will, at the same time, raise
the cry of fire.
You quite follow me?\"
\"Entirely.\"
\"It is nothing very formidable,\" he said,
taking a long cigar-shaped roll from his
pocket.
\"It is an ordinary plumber's smoke-rocket,
fitted with a cap at either end to make it