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- Title: THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENGINEER’S THUMB
- Author: Arthur Conan Doyle
- Of all the problems which have been submitted to my friend, Mr.
- Sherlock Holmes, for solution during the years of our intimacy, there
- were only two which I was the means of introducing to his notice—that
- of Mr. Hatherley’s thumb, and that of Colonel Warburton’s madness. Of
- these the latter may have afforded a finer field for an acute and
- original observer, but the other was so strange in its inception and so
- dramatic in its details that it may be the more worthy of being placed
- upon record, even if it gave my friend fewer openings for those
- deductive methods of reasoning by which he achieved such remarkable
- results. The story has, I believe, been told more than once in the
- newspapers, but, like all such narratives, its effect is much less
- striking when set forth _en bloc_ in a single half-column of print than
- when the facts slowly evolve before your own eyes, and the mystery
- clears gradually away as each new discovery furnishes a step which
- leads on to the complete truth. At the time the circumstances made a
- deep impression upon me, and the lapse of two years has hardly served
- to weaken the effect.
- It was in the summer of ’89, not long after my marriage, that the
- events occurred which I am now about to summarise. I had returned to
- civil practice and had finally abandoned Holmes in his Baker Street
- rooms, although I continually visited him and occasionally even
- persuaded him to forgo his Bohemian habits so far as to come and visit
- us. My practice had steadily increased, and as I happened to live at no
- very great distance from Paddington Station, I got a few patients from
- among the officials. One of these, whom I had cured of a painful and
- lingering disease, was never weary of advertising my virtues and of
- endeavouring to send me on every sufferer over whom he might have any
- influence.
- One morning, at a little before seven o’clock, I was awakened by the
- maid tapping at the door to announce that two men had come from
- Paddington and were waiting in the consulting-room. I dressed
- hurriedly, for I knew by experience that railway cases were seldom
- trivial, and hastened downstairs. As I descended, my old ally, the
- guard, came out of the room and closed the door tightly behind him.
- “I’ve got him here,” he whispered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder;
- “he’s all right.”
- “What is it, then?” I asked, for his manner suggested that it was some
- strange creature which he had caged up in my room.
- “It’s a new patient,” he whispered. “I thought I’d bring him round
- myself; then he couldn’t slip away. There he is, all safe and sound. I
- must go now, Doctor; I have my dooties, just the same as you.” And off
- he went, this trusty tout, without even giving me time to thank him.
- I entered my consulting-room and found a gentleman seated by the table.
- He was quietly dressed in a suit of heather tweed with a soft cloth cap
- which he had laid down upon my books. Round one of his hands he had a
- handkerchief wrapped, which was mottled all over with bloodstains. He
- was young, not more than five-and-twenty, I should say, with a strong,
- masculine face; but he was exceedingly pale and gave me the impression
- of a man who was suffering from some strong agitation, which it took
- all his strength of mind to control.
- “I am sorry to knock you up so early, Doctor,” said he, “but I have had
- a very serious accident during the night. I came in by train this
- morning, and on inquiring at Paddington as to where I might find a
- doctor, a worthy fellow very kindly escorted me here. I gave the maid a
- card, but I see that she has left it upon the side-table.”
- I took it up and glanced at it. “Mr. Victor Hatherley, hydraulic
- engineer, 16A, Victoria Street (3rd floor).” That was the name, style,
- and abode of my morning visitor. “I regret that I have kept you
- waiting,” said I, sitting down in my library-chair. “You are fresh from
- a night journey, I understand, which is in itself a monotonous
- occupation.”
- “Oh, my night could not be called monotonous,” said he, and laughed. He
- laughed very heartily, with a high, ringing note, leaning back in his
- chair and shaking his sides. All my medical instincts rose up against
- that laugh.
- “Stop it!” I cried; “pull yourself together!” and I poured out some
- water from a caraffe.
- It was useless, however. He was off in one of those hysterical
- outbursts which come upon a strong nature when some great crisis is
- over and gone. Presently he came to himself once more, very weary and
- pale-looking.
- “I have been making a fool of myself,” he gasped.
- “Not at all. Drink this.” I dashed some brandy into the water, and the
- colour began to come back to his bloodless cheeks.
- “That’s better!” said he. “And now, Doctor, perhaps you would kindly
- attend to my thumb, or rather to the place where my thumb used to be.”
- He unwound the handkerchief and held out his hand. It gave even my
- hardened nerves a shudder to look at it. There were four protruding
- fingers and a horrid red, spongy surface where the thumb should have
- been. It had been hacked or torn right out from the roots.
- “Good heavens!” I cried, “this is a terrible injury. It must have bled
- considerably.”
- “Yes, it did. I fainted when it was done, and I think that I must have
- been senseless for a long time. When I came to I found that it was
- still bleeding, so I tied one end of my handkerchief very tightly round
- the wrist and braced it up with a twig.”
- “Excellent! You should have been a surgeon.”
- “It is a question of hydraulics, you see, and came within my own
- province.”
- “This has been done,” said I, examining the wound, “by a very heavy and
- sharp instrument.”
- “A thing like a cleaver,” said he.
- “An accident, I presume?”
- “By no means.”
- “What! a murderous attack?”
- “Very murderous indeed.”
- “You horrify me.”
- I sponged the wound, cleaned it, dressed it, and finally covered it
- over with cotton wadding and carbolised bandages. He lay back without
- wincing, though he bit his lip from time to time.
- “How is that?” I asked when I had finished.
- “Capital! Between your brandy and your bandage, I feel a new man. I was
- very weak, but I have had a good deal to go through.”
- “Perhaps you had better not speak of the matter. It is evidently trying
- to your nerves.”
- “Oh, no, not now. I shall have to tell my tale to the police; but,
- between ourselves, if it were not for the convincing evidence of this
- wound of mine, I should be surprised if they believed my statement, for
- it is a very extraordinary one, and I have not much in the way of proof
- with which to back it up; and, even if they believe me, the clues which
- I can give them are so vague that it is a question whether justice will
- be done.”
- “Ha!” cried I, “if it is anything in the nature of a problem which you
- desire to see solved, I should strongly recommend you to come to my
- friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, before you go to the official police.”
- “Oh, I have heard of that fellow,” answered my visitor, “and I should
- be very glad if he would take the matter up, though of course I must
- use the official police as well. Would you give me an introduction to
- him?”
- “I’ll do better. I’ll take you round to him myself.”
- “I should be immensely obliged to you.”
- “We’ll call a cab and go together. We shall just be in time to have a
- little breakfast with him. Do you feel equal to it?”
- “Yes; I shall not feel easy until I have told my story.”
- “Then my servant will call a cab, and I shall be with you in an
- instant.” I rushed upstairs, explained the matter shortly to my wife,
- and in five minutes was inside a hansom, driving with my new
- acquaintance to Baker Street.
- Sherlock Holmes was, as I expected, lounging about his sitting-room in
- his dressing-gown, reading the agony column of _The Times_ and smoking
- his before-breakfast pipe, which was composed of all the plugs and
- dottles left from his smokes of the day before, all carefully dried and
- collected on the corner of the mantelpiece. He received us in his
- quietly genial fashion, ordered fresh rashers and eggs, and joined us
- in a hearty meal. When it was concluded he settled our new acquaintance
- upon the sofa, placed a pillow beneath his head, and laid a glass of
- brandy and water within his reach.
- “It is easy to see that your experience has been no common one, Mr.
- Hatherley,” said he. “Pray, lie down there and make yourself absolutely
- at home. Tell us what you can, but stop when you are tired and keep up
- your strength with a little stimulant.”
- “Thank you,” said my patient, “but I have felt another man since the
- doctor bandaged me, and I think that your breakfast has completed the
- cure. I shall take up as little of your valuable time as possible, so I
- shall start at once upon my peculiar experiences.”
- Holmes sat in his big armchair with the weary, heavy-lidded expression
- which veiled his keen and eager nature, while I sat opposite to him,
- and we listened in silence to the strange story which our visitor
- detailed to us.
- “You must know,” said he, “that I am an orphan and a bachelor, residing
- alone in lodgings in London. By profession I am a hydraulic engineer,
- and I have had considerable experience of my work during the seven
- years that I was apprenticed to Venner & Matheson, the well-known firm,
- of Greenwich. Two years ago, having served my time, and having also
- come into a fair sum of money through my poor father’s death, I
- determined to start in business for myself and took professional
- chambers in Victoria Street.
- “I suppose that everyone finds his first independent start in business
- a dreary experience. To me it has been exceptionally so. During two
- years I have had three consultations and one small job, and that is
- absolutely all that my profession has brought me. My gross takings
- amount to £ 27 10_s_. Every day, from nine in the morning until four in
- the afternoon, I waited in my little den, until at last my heart began
- to sink, and I came to believe that I should never have any practice at
- all.
- “Yesterday, however, just as I was thinking of leaving the office, my
- clerk entered to say there was a gentleman waiting who wished to see me
- upon business. He brought up a card, too, with the name of ‘Colonel
- Lysander Stark’ engraved upon it. Close at his heels came the colonel
- himself, a man rather over the middle size, but of an exceeding
- thinness. I do not think that I have ever seen so thin a man. His whole
- face sharpened away into nose and chin, and the skin of his cheeks was
- drawn quite tense over his outstanding bones. Yet this emaciation
- seemed to be his natural habit, and due to no disease, for his eye was
- bright, his step brisk, and his bearing assured. He was plainly but
- neatly dressed, and his age, I should judge, would be nearer forty than
- thirty.
- “‘Mr. Hatherley?’ said he, with something of a German accent. ‘You have
- been recommended to me, Mr. Hatherley, as being a man who is not only
- proficient in his profession but is also discreet and capable of
- preserving a secret.’
- “I bowed, feeling as flattered as any young man would at such an
- address. ‘May I ask who it was who gave me so good a character?’
- “‘Well, perhaps it is better that I should not tell you that just at
- this moment. I have it from the same source that you are both an orphan
- and a bachelor and are residing alone in London.’
- “‘That is quite correct,’ I answered; ‘but you will excuse me if I say
- that I cannot see how all this bears upon my professional
- qualifications. I understand that it was on a professional matter that
- you wished to speak to me?’
- “‘Undoubtedly so. But you will find that all I say is really to the
- point. I have a professional commission for you, but absolute secrecy
- is quite essential—absolute secrecy, you understand, and of course we
- may expect that more from a man who is alone than from one who lives in
- the bosom of his family.’
- “‘If I promise to keep a secret,’ said I, ‘you may absolutely depend
- upon my doing so.’
- “He looked very hard at me as I spoke, and it seemed to me that I had
- never seen so suspicious and questioning an eye.
- “‘Do you promise, then?’ said he at last.
- “‘Yes, I promise.’
- “‘Absolute and complete silence before, during, and after? No reference
- to the matter at all, either in word or writing?’
- “‘I have already given you my word.’
- “‘Very good.’ He suddenly sprang up, and darting like lightning across
- the room he flung open the door. The passage outside was empty.
- “‘That’s all right,’ said he, coming back. ‘I know that clerks are
- sometimes curious as to their master’s affairs. Now we can talk in
- safety.’ He drew up his chair very close to mine and began to stare at
- me again with the same questioning and thoughtful look.
- “A feeling of repulsion, and of something akin to fear had begun to
- rise within me at the strange antics of this fleshless man. Even my
- dread of losing a client could not restrain me from showing my
- impatience.
- “‘I beg that you will state your business, sir,’ said I; ‘my time is of
- value.’ Heaven forgive me for that last sentence, but the words came to
- my lips.
- “‘How would fifty guineas for a night’s work suit you?’ he asked.
- “‘Most admirably.’
- “‘I say a night’s work, but an hour’s would be nearer the mark. I
- simply want your opinion about a hydraulic stamping machine which has
- got out of gear. If you show us what is wrong we shall soon set it
- right ourselves. What do you think of such a commission as that?’
- “‘The work appears to be light and the pay munificent.’
- “‘Precisely so. We shall want you to come to-night by the last train.’
- “‘Where to?’
- “‘To Eyford, in Berkshire. It is a little place near the borders of
- Oxfordshire, and within seven miles of Reading. There is a train from
- Paddington which would bring you there at about 11:15.’
- “‘Very good.’
- “‘I shall come down in a carriage to meet you.’
- “‘There is a drive, then?’
- “‘Yes, our little place is quite out in the country. It is a good seven
- miles from Eyford Station.’
- “‘Then we can hardly get there before midnight. I suppose there would
- be no chance of a train back. I should be compelled to stop the night.’
- “‘Yes, we could easily give you a shake-down.’
- “‘That is very awkward. Could I not come at some more convenient hour?’
- “‘We have judged it best that you should come late. It is to recompense
- you for any inconvenience that we are paying to you, a young and
- unknown man, a fee which would buy an opinion from the very heads of
- your profession. Still, of course, if you would like to draw out of the
- business, there is plenty of time to do so.’
- “I thought of the fifty guineas, and of how very useful they would be
- to me. ‘Not at all,’ said I, ‘I shall be very happy to accommodate
- myself to your wishes. I should like, however, to understand a little
- more clearly what it is that you wish me to do.’
- “‘Quite so. It is very natural that the pledge of secrecy which we have
- exacted from you should have aroused your curiosity. I have no wish to
- commit you to anything without your having it all laid before you. I
- suppose that we are absolutely safe from eavesdroppers?’
- “‘Entirely.’
- “‘Then the matter stands thus. You are probably aware that
- fuller’s-earth is a valuable product, and that it is only found in one
- or two places in England?’
- “‘I have heard so.’
- “‘Some little time ago I bought a small place—a very small place—within
- ten miles of Reading. I was fortunate enough to discover that there was
- a deposit of fuller’s-earth in one of my fields. On examining it,
- however, I found that this deposit was a comparatively small one, and
- that it formed a link between two very much larger ones upon the right
- and left—both of them, however, in the grounds of my neighbours. These
- good people were absolutely ignorant that their land contained that
- which was quite as valuable as a gold-mine. Naturally, it was to my
- interest to buy their land before they discovered its true value, but
- unfortunately I had no capital by which I could do this. I took a few
- of my friends into the secret, however, and they suggested that we
- should quietly and secretly work our own little deposit and that in
- this way we should earn the money which would enable us to buy the
- neighbouring fields. This we have now been doing for some time, and in
- order to help us in our operations we erected a hydraulic press. This
- press, as I have already explained, has got out of order, and we wish
- your advice upon the subject. We guard our secret very jealously,
- however, and if it once became known that we had hydraulic engineers
- coming to our little house, it would soon rouse inquiry, and then, if
- the facts came out, it would be good-bye to any chance of getting these
- fields and carrying out our plans. That is why I have made you promise
- me that you will not tell a human being that you are going to Eyford
- to-night. I hope that I make it all plain?’
- “‘I quite follow you,’ said I. ‘The only point which I could not quite
- understand was what use you could make of a hydraulic press in
- excavating fuller’s-earth, which, as I understand, is dug out like
- gravel from a pit.’
- “‘Ah!’ said he carelessly, ‘we have our own process. We compress the
- earth into bricks, so as to remove them without revealing what they
- are. But that is a mere detail. I have taken you fully into my
- confidence now, Mr. Hatherley, and I have shown you how I trust you.’
- He rose as he spoke. ‘I shall expect you, then, at Eyford at 11:15.’
- “‘I shall certainly be there.’
- “‘And not a word to a soul.’ He looked at me with a last long,
- questioning gaze, and then, pressing my hand in a cold, dank grasp, he
- hurried from the room.
- “Well, when I came to think it all over in cool blood I was very much
- astonished, as you may both think, at this sudden commission which had
- been intrusted to me. On the one hand, of course, I was glad, for the
- fee was at least tenfold what I should have asked had I set a price
- upon my own services, and it was possible that this order might lead to
- other ones. On the other hand, the face and manner of my patron had
- made an unpleasant impression upon me, and I could not think that his
- explanation of the fuller’s-earth was sufficient to explain the
- necessity for my coming at midnight, and his extreme anxiety lest I
- should tell anyone of my errand. However, I threw all fears to the
- winds, ate a hearty supper, drove to Paddington, and started off,
- having obeyed to the letter the injunction as to holding my tongue.
- “At Reading I had to change not only my carriage but my station.
- However, I was in time for the last train to Eyford, and I reached the
- little dim-lit station after eleven o’clock. I was the only passenger
- who got out there, and there was no one upon the platform save a single
- sleepy porter with a lantern. As I passed out through the wicket gate,
- however, I found my acquaintance of the morning waiting in the shadow
- upon the other side. Without a word he grasped my arm and hurried me
- into a carriage, the door of which was standing open. He drew up the
- windows on either side, tapped on the wood-work, and away we went as
- fast as the horse could go.”
- “One horse?” interjected Holmes.
- “Yes, only one.”
- “Did you observe the colour?”
- “Yes, I saw it by the side-lights when I was stepping into the
- carriage. It was a chestnut.”
- “Tired-looking or fresh?”
- “Oh, fresh and glossy.”
- “Thank you. I am sorry to have interrupted you. Pray continue your most
- interesting statement.”
- “Away we went then, and we drove for at least an hour. Colonel Lysander
- Stark had said that it was only seven miles, but I should think, from
- the rate that we seemed to go, and from the time that we took, that it
- must have been nearer twelve. He sat at my side in silence all the
- time, and I was aware, more than once when I glanced in his direction,
- that he was looking at me with great intensity. The country roads seem
- to be not very good in that part of the world, for we lurched and
- jolted terribly. I tried to look out of the windows to see something of
- where we were, but they were made of frosted glass, and I could make
- out nothing save the occasional bright blur of a passing light. Now and
- then I hazarded some remark to break the monotony of the journey, but
- the colonel answered only in monosyllables, and the conversation soon
- flagged. At last, however, the bumping of the road was exchanged for
- the crisp smoothness of a gravel-drive, and the carriage came to a
- stand. Colonel Lysander Stark sprang out, and, as I followed after him,
- pulled me swiftly into a porch which gaped in front of us. We stepped,
- as it were, right out of the carriage and into the hall, so that I
- failed to catch the most fleeting glance of the front of the house. The
- instant that I had crossed the threshold the door slammed heavily
- behind us, and I heard faintly the rattle of the wheels as the carriage
- drove away.
- “It was pitch dark inside the house, and the colonel fumbled about
- looking for matches and muttering under his breath. Suddenly a door
- opened at the other end of the passage, and a long, golden bar of light
- shot out in our direction. It grew broader, and a woman appeared with a
- lamp in her hand, which she held above her head, pushing her face
- forward and peering at us. I could see that she was pretty, and from
- the gloss with which the light shone upon her dark dress I knew that it
- was a rich material. She spoke a few words in a foreign tongue in a
- tone as though asking a question, and when my companion answered in a
- gruff monosyllable she gave such a start that the lamp nearly fell from
- her hand. Colonel Stark went up to her, whispered something in her ear,
- and then, pushing her back into the room from whence she had come, he
- walked towards me again with the lamp in his hand.
- “‘Perhaps you will have the kindness to wait in this room for a few
- minutes,’ said he, throwing open another door. It was a quiet, little,
- plainly furnished room, with a round table in the centre, on which
- several German books were scattered. Colonel Stark laid down the lamp
- on the top of a harmonium beside the door. ‘I shall not keep you
- waiting an instant,’ said he, and vanished into the darkness.
- “I glanced at the books upon the table, and in spite of my ignorance of
- German I could see that two of them were treatises on science, the
- others being volumes of poetry. Then I walked across to the window,
- hoping that I might catch some glimpse of the country-side, but an oak
- shutter, heavily barred, was folded across it. It was a wonderfully
- silent house. There was an old clock ticking loudly somewhere in the
- passage, but otherwise everything was deadly still. A vague feeling of
- uneasiness began to steal over me. Who were these German people, and
- what were they doing living in this strange, out-of-the-way place? And
- where was the place? I was ten miles or so from Eyford, that was all I
- knew, but whether north, south, east, or west I had no idea. For that
- matter, Reading, and possibly other large towns, were within that
- radius, so the place might not be so secluded, after all. Yet it was
- quite certain, from the absolute stillness, that we were in the
- country. I paced up and down the room, humming a tune under my breath
- to keep up my spirits and feeling that I was thoroughly earning my
- fifty-guinea fee.
- “Suddenly, without any preliminary sound in the midst of the utter
- stillness, the door of my room swung slowly open. The woman was
- standing in the aperture, the darkness of the hall behind her, the
- yellow light from my lamp beating upon her eager and beautiful face. I
- could see at a glance that she was sick with fear, and the sight sent a
- chill to my own heart. She held up one shaking finger to warn me to be
- silent, and she shot a few whispered words of broken English at me, her
- eyes glancing back, like those of a frightened horse, into the gloom
- behind her.
- “‘I would go,’ said she, trying hard, as it seemed to me, to speak
- calmly; ‘I would go. I should not stay here. There is no good for you
- to do.’
- “‘But, madam,’ said I, ‘I have not yet done what I came for. I cannot
- possibly leave until I have seen the machine.’
- “‘It is not worth your while to wait,’ she went on. ‘You can pass
- through the door; no one hinders.’ And then, seeing that I smiled and
- shook my head, she suddenly threw aside her constraint and made a step
- forward, with her hands wrung together. ‘For the love of Heaven!’ she
- whispered, ‘get away from here before it is too late!’
- “But I am somewhat headstrong by nature, and the more ready to engage
- in an affair when there is some obstacle in the way. I thought of my
- fifty-guinea fee, of my wearisome journey, and of the unpleasant night
- which seemed to be before me. Was it all to go for nothing? Why should
- I slink away without having carried out my commission, and without the
- payment which was my due? This woman might, for all I knew, be a
- monomaniac. With a stout bearing, therefore, though her manner had
- shaken me more than I cared to confess, I still shook my head and
- declared my intention of remaining where I was. She was about to renew
- her entreaties when a door slammed overhead, and the sound of several
- footsteps was heard upon the stairs. She listened for an instant, threw
- up her hands with a despairing gesture, and vanished as suddenly and as
- noiselessly as she had come.
- “The newcomers were Colonel Lysander Stark and a short thick man with a
- chinchilla beard growing out of the creases of his double chin, who was
- introduced to me as Mr. Ferguson.
- “‘This is my secretary and manager,’ said the colonel. ‘By the way, I
- was under the impression that I left this door shut just now. I fear
- that you have felt the draught.’
- “‘On the contrary,’ said I, ‘I opened the door myself because I felt
- the room to be a little close.’
- “He shot one of his suspicious looks at me. ‘Perhaps we had better
- proceed to business, then,’ said he. ‘Mr. Ferguson and I will take you
- up to see the machine.’
- “‘I had better put my hat on, I suppose.’
- “‘Oh, no, it is in the house.’
- “‘What, you dig fuller’s-earth in the house?’
- “‘No, no. This is only where we compress it. But never mind that. All
- we wish you to do is to examine the machine and to let us know what is
- wrong with it.’
- “We went upstairs together, the colonel first with the lamp, the fat
- manager and I behind him. It was a labyrinth of an old house, with
- corridors, passages, narrow winding staircases, and little low doors,
- the thresholds of which were hollowed out by the generations who had
- crossed them. There were no carpets and no signs of any furniture above
- the ground floor, while the plaster was peeling off the walls, and the
- damp was breaking through in green, unhealthy blotches. I tried to put
- on as unconcerned an air as possible, but I had not forgotten the
- warnings of the lady, even though I disregarded them, and I kept a keen
- eye upon my two companions. Ferguson appeared to be a morose and silent
- man, but I could see from the little that he said that he was at least
- a fellow-countryman.
- “Colonel Lysander Stark stopped at last before a low door, which he
- unlocked. Within was a small, square room, in which the three of us
- could hardly get at one time. Ferguson remained outside, and the
- colonel ushered me in.
- “‘We are now,’ said he, ‘actually within the hydraulic press, and it
- would be a particularly unpleasant thing for us if anyone were to turn
- it on. The ceiling of this small chamber is really the end of the
- descending piston, and it comes down with the force of many tons upon
- this metal floor. There are small lateral columns of water outside
- which receive the force, and which transmit and multiply it in the
- manner which is familiar to you. The machine goes readily enough, but
- there is some stiffness in the working of it, and it has lost a little
- of its force. Perhaps you will have the goodness to look it over and to
- show us how we can set it right.’
- “I took the lamp from him, and I examined the machine very thoroughly.
- It was indeed a gigantic one, and capable of exercising enormous
- pressure. When I passed outside, however, and pressed down the levers
- which controlled it, I knew at once by the whishing sound that there
- was a slight leakage, which allowed a regurgitation of water through
- one of the side cylinders. An examination showed that one of the
- india-rubber bands which was round the head of a driving-rod had shrunk
- so as not quite to fill the socket along which it worked. This was
- clearly the cause of the loss of power, and I pointed it out to my
- companions, who followed my remarks very carefully and asked several
- practical questions as to how they should proceed to set it right. When
- I had made it clear to them, I returned to the main chamber of the
- machine and took a good look at it to satisfy my own curiosity. It was
- obvious at a glance that the story of the fuller’s-earth was the merest
- fabrication, for it would be absurd to suppose that so powerful an
- engine could be designed for so inadequate a purpose. The walls were of
- wood, but the floor consisted of a large iron trough, and when I came
- to examine it I could see a crust of metallic deposit all over it. I
- had stooped and was scraping at this to see exactly what it was when I
- heard a muttered exclamation in German and saw the cadaverous face of
- the colonel looking down at me.
- “‘What are you doing there?’ he asked.
- “I felt angry at having been tricked by so elaborate a story as that
- which he had told me. ‘I was admiring your fuller’s-earth,’ said I; ‘I
- think that I should be better able to advise you as to your machine if
- I knew what the exact purpose was for which it was used.’
- “The instant that I uttered the words I regretted the rashness of my
- speech. His face set hard, and a baleful light sprang up in his grey
- eyes.
- “‘Very well,’ said he, ‘you shall know all about the machine.’ He took
- a step backward, slammed the little door, and turned the key in the
- lock. I rushed towards it and pulled at the handle, but it was quite
- secure, and did not give in the least to my kicks and shoves. ‘Hullo!’
- I yelled. ‘Hullo! Colonel! Let me out!’
- “And then suddenly in the silence I heard a sound which sent my heart
- into my mouth. It was the clank of the levers and the swish of the
- leaking cylinder. He had set the engine at work. The lamp still stood
- upon the floor where I had placed it when examining the trough. By its
- light I saw that the black ceiling was coming down upon me, slowly,
- jerkily, but, as none knew better than myself, with a force which must
- within a minute grind me to a shapeless pulp. I threw myself,
- screaming, against the door, and dragged with my nails at the lock. I
- implored the colonel to let me out, but the remorseless clanking of the
- levers drowned my cries. The ceiling was only a foot or two above my
- head, and with my hand upraised I could feel its hard, rough surface.
- Then it flashed through my mind that the pain of my death would depend
- very much upon the position in which I met it. If I lay on my face the
- weight would come upon my spine, and I shuddered to think of that
- dreadful snap. Easier the other way, perhaps; and yet, had I the nerve
- to lie and look up at that deadly black shadow wavering down upon me?
- Already I was unable to stand erect, when my eye caught something which
- brought a gush of hope back to my heart.
- “I have said that though the floor and ceiling were of iron, the walls
- were of wood. As I gave a last hurried glance around, I saw a thin line
- of yellow light between two of the boards, which broadened and
- broadened as a small panel was pushed backward. For an instant I could
- hardly believe that here was indeed a door which led away from death.
- The next instant I threw myself through, and lay half-fainting upon the
- other side. The panel had closed again behind me, but the crash of the
- lamp, and a few moments afterwards the clang of the two slabs of metal,
- told me how narrow had been my escape.
- “I was recalled to myself by a frantic plucking at my wrist, and I
- found myself lying upon the stone floor of a narrow corridor, while a
- woman bent over me and tugged at me with her left hand, while she held
- a candle in her right. It was the same good friend whose warning I had
- so foolishly rejected.
- “‘Come! come!’ she cried breathlessly. ‘They will be here in a moment.
- They will see that you are not there. Oh, do not waste the so-precious
- time, but come!’
- “This time, at least, I did not scorn her advice. I staggered to my
- feet and ran with her along the corridor and down a winding stair. The
- latter led to another broad passage, and just as we reached it we heard
- the sound of running feet and the shouting of two voices, one answering
- the other from the floor on which we were and from the one beneath. My
- guide stopped and looked about her like one who is at her wit’s end.
- Then she threw open a door which led into a bedroom, through the window
- of which the moon was shining brightly.
- “‘It is your only chance,’ said she. ‘It is high, but it may be that
- you can jump it.’
- “As she spoke a light sprang into view at the further end of the
- passage, and I saw the lean figure of Colonel Lysander Stark rushing
- forward with a lantern in one hand and a weapon like a butcher’s
- cleaver in the other. I rushed across the bedroom, flung open the
- window, and looked out. How quiet and sweet and wholesome the garden
- looked in the moonlight, and it could not be more than thirty feet
- down. I clambered out upon the sill, but I hesitated to jump until I
- should have heard what passed between my saviour and the ruffian who
- pursued me. If she were ill-used, then at any risks I was determined to
- go back to her assistance. The thought had hardly flashed through my
- mind before he was at the door, pushing his way past her; but she threw
- her arms round him and tried to hold him back.
- “‘Fritz! Fritz!’ she cried in English, ‘remember your promise after the
- last time. You said it should not be again. He will be silent! Oh, he
- will be silent!’
- “‘You are mad, Elise!’ he shouted, struggling to break away from her.
- ‘You will be the ruin of us. He has seen too much. Let me pass, I say!’
- He dashed her to one side, and, rushing to the window, cut at me with
- his heavy weapon. I had let myself go, and was hanging by the hands to
- the sill, when his blow fell. I was conscious of a dull pain, my grip
- loosened, and I fell into the garden below.
- “I was shaken but not hurt by the fall; so I picked myself up and
- rushed off among the bushes as hard as I could run, for I understood
- that I was far from being out of danger yet. Suddenly, however, as I
- ran, a deadly dizziness and sickness came over me. I glanced down at my
- hand, which was throbbing painfully, and then, for the first time, saw
- that my thumb had been cut off and that the blood was pouring from my
- wound. I endeavoured to tie my handkerchief round it, but there came a
- sudden buzzing in my ears, and next moment I fell in a dead faint among
- the rose-bushes.
- “How long I remained unconscious I cannot tell. It must have been a
- very long time, for the moon had sunk, and a bright morning was
- breaking when I came to myself. My clothes were all sodden with dew,
- and my coat-sleeve was drenched with blood from my wounded thumb. The
- smarting of it recalled in an instant all the particulars of my night’s
- adventure, and I sprang to my feet with the feeling that I might hardly
- yet be safe from my pursuers. But to my astonishment, when I came to
- look round me, neither house nor garden were to be seen. I had been
- lying in an angle of the hedge close by the highroad, and just a little
- lower down was a long building, which proved, upon my approaching it,
- to be the very station at which I had arrived upon the previous night.
- Were it not for the ugly wound upon my hand, all that had passed during
- those dreadful hours might have been an evil dream.
- “Half dazed, I went into the station and asked about the morning train.
- There would be one to Reading in less than an hour. The same porter was
- on duty, I found, as had been there when I arrived. I inquired of him
- whether he had ever heard of Colonel Lysander Stark. The name was
- strange to him. Had he observed a carriage the night before waiting for
- me? No, he had not. Was there a police-station anywhere near? There was
- one about three miles off.
- “It was too far for me to go, weak and ill as I was. I determined to
- wait until I got back to town before telling my story to the police. It
- was a little past six when I arrived, so I went first to have my wound
- dressed, and then the doctor was kind enough to bring me along here. I
- put the case into your hands and shall do exactly what you advise.”
- We both sat in silence for some little time after listening to this
- extraordinary narrative. Then Sherlock Holmes pulled down from the
- shelf one of the ponderous commonplace books in which he placed his
- cuttings.
- “Here is an advertisement which will interest you,” said he. “It
- appeared in all the papers about a year ago. Listen to this: ‘Lost, on
- the 9th inst., Mr. Jeremiah Hayling, aged twenty-six, a hydraulic
- engineer. Left his lodgings at ten o’clock at night, and has not been
- heard of since. Was dressed in,’ etc., etc. Ha! That represents the
- last time that the colonel needed to have his machine overhauled, I
- fancy.”
- “Good heavens!” cried my patient. “Then that explains what the girl
- said.”
- “Undoubtedly. It is quite clear that the colonel was a cool and
- desperate man, who was absolutely determined that nothing should stand
- in the way of his little game, like those out-and-out pirates who will
- leave no survivor from a captured ship. Well, every moment now is
- precious, so if you feel equal to it we shall go down to Scotland Yard
- at once as a preliminary to starting for Eyford.”
- Some three hours or so afterwards we were all in the train together,
- bound from Reading to the little Berkshire village. There were Sherlock
- Holmes, the hydraulic engineer, Inspector Bradstreet, of Scotland Yard,
- a plain-clothes man, and myself. Bradstreet had spread an ordnance map
- of the county out upon the seat and was busy with his compasses drawing
- a circle with Eyford for its centre.
- “There you are,” said he. “That circle is drawn at a radius of ten
- miles from the village. The place we want must be somewhere near that
- line. You said ten miles, I think, sir.”
- “It was an hour’s good drive.”
- “And you think that they brought you back all that way when you were
- unconscious?”
- “They must have done so. I have a confused memory, too, of having been
- lifted and conveyed somewhere.”
- “What I cannot understand,” said I, “is why they should have spared you
- when they found you lying fainting in the garden. Perhaps the villain
- was softened by the woman’s entreaties.”
- “I hardly think that likely. I never saw a more inexorable face in my
- life.”
- “Oh, we shall soon clear up all that,” said Bradstreet. “Well, I have
- drawn my circle, and I only wish I knew at what point upon it the folk
- that we are in search of are to be found.”
- “I think I could lay my finger on it,” said Holmes quietly.
- “Really, now!” cried the inspector, “you have formed your opinion!
- Come, now, we shall see who agrees with you. I say it is south, for the
- country is more deserted there.”
- “And I say east,” said my patient.
- “I am for west,” remarked the plain-clothes man. “There are several
- quiet little villages up there.”
- “And I am for north,” said I, “because there are no hills there, and
- our friend says that he did not notice the carriage go up any.”
- “Come,” cried the inspector, laughing; “it’s a very pretty diversity of
- opinion. We have boxed the compass among us. Who do you give your
- casting vote to?”
- “You are all wrong.”
- “But we can’t all be.”
- “Oh, yes, you can. This is my point.” He placed his finger in the
- centre of the circle. “This is where we shall find them.”
- “But the twelve-mile drive?” gasped Hatherley.
- “Six out and six back. Nothing simpler. You say yourself that the horse
- was fresh and glossy when you got in. How could it be that if it had
- gone twelve miles over heavy roads?”
- “Indeed, it is a likely ruse enough,” observed Bradstreet thoughtfully.
- “Of course there can be no doubt as to the nature of this gang.”
- “None at all,” said Holmes. “They are coiners on a large scale, and
- have used the machine to form the amalgam which has taken the place of
- silver.”
- “We have known for some time that a clever gang was at work,” said the
- inspector. “They have been turning out half-crowns by the thousand. We
- even traced them as far as Reading, but could get no farther, for they
- had covered their traces in a way that showed that they were very old
- hands. But now, thanks to this lucky chance, I think that we have got
- them right enough.”
- But the inspector was mistaken, for those criminals were not destined
- to fall into the hands of justice. As we rolled into Eyford Station we
- saw a gigantic column of smoke which streamed up from behind a small
- clump of trees in the neighbourhood and hung like an immense ostrich
- feather over the landscape.
- “A house on fire?” asked Bradstreet as the train steamed off again on
- its way.
- “Yes, sir!” said the station-master.
- “When did it break out?”
- “I hear that it was during the night, sir, but it has got worse, and
- the whole place is in a blaze.”
- “Whose house is it?”
- “Dr. Becher’s.”
- “Tell me,” broke in the engineer, “is Dr. Becher a German, very thin,
- with a long, sharp nose?”
- The station-master laughed heartily. “No, sir, Dr. Becher is an
- Englishman, and there isn’t a man in the parish who has a better-lined
- waistcoat. But he has a gentleman staying with him, a patient, as I
- understand, who is a foreigner, and he looks as if a little good
- Berkshire beef would do him no harm.”
- The station-master had not finished his speech before we were all
- hastening in the direction of the fire. The road topped a low hill, and
- there was a great widespread whitewashed building in front of us,
- spouting fire at every chink and window, while in the garden in front
- three fire-engines were vainly striving to keep the flames under.
- “That’s it!” cried Hatherley, in intense excitement. “There is the
- gravel-drive, and there are the rose-bushes where I lay. That second
- window is the one that I jumped from.”
- “Well, at least,” said Holmes, “you have had your revenge upon them.
- There can be no question that it was your oil-lamp which, when it was
- crushed in the press, set fire to the wooden walls, though no doubt
- they were too excited in the chase after you to observe it at the time.
- Now keep your eyes open in this crowd for your friends of last night,
- though I very much fear that they are a good hundred miles off by now.”
- And Holmes’ fears came to be realised, for from that day to this no
- word has ever been heard either of the beautiful woman, the sinister
- German, or the morose Englishman. Early that morning a peasant had met
- a cart containing several people and some very bulky boxes driving
- rapidly in the direction of Reading, but there all traces of the
- fugitives disappeared, and even Holmes’ ingenuity failed ever to
- discover the least clue as to their whereabouts.
- The firemen had been much perturbed at the strange arrangements which
- they had found within, and still more so by discovering a newly severed
- human thumb upon a window-sill of the second floor. About sunset,
- however, their efforts were at last successful, and they subdued the
- flames, but not before the roof had fallen in, and the whole place been
- reduced to such absolute ruin that, save some twisted cylinders and
- iron piping, not a trace remained of the machinery which had cost our
- unfortunate acquaintance so dearly. Large masses of nickel and of tin
- were discovered stored in an out-house, but no coins were to be found,
- which may have explained the presence of those bulky boxes which have
- been already referred to.
- How our hydraulic engineer had been conveyed from the garden to the
- spot where he recovered his senses might have remained forever a
- mystery were it not for the soft mould, which told us a very plain
- tale. He had evidently been carried down by two persons, one of whom
- had remarkably small feet and the other unusually large ones. On the
- whole, it was most probable that the silent Englishman, being less bold
- or less murderous than his companion, had assisted the woman to bear
- the unconscious man out of the way of danger.
- “Well,” said our engineer ruefully as we took our seats to return once
- more to London, “it has been a pretty business for me! I have lost my
- thumb and I have lost a fifty-guinea fee, and what have I gained?”
- “Experience,” said Holmes, laughing. “Indirectly it may be of value,
- you know; you have only to put it into words to gain the reputation of
- being excellent company for the remainder of your existence.”
- X. THE ADVENTURE OF THE NOBLE BACHELOR
- The Lord St. Simon marriage, and its curious termination, have long
- ceased to be a subject of interest in those exalted circles in which
- the unfortunate bridegroom moves. Fresh scandals have eclipsed it, and
- their more piquant details have drawn the gossips away from this
- four-year-old drama. As I have reason to believe, however, that the
- full facts have never been revealed to the general public, and as my
- friend Sherlock Holmes had a considerable share in clearing the matter
- up, I feel that no memoir of him would be complete without some little
- sketch of this remarkable episode.
- It was a few weeks before my own marriage, during the days when I was
- still sharing rooms with Holmes in Baker Street, that he came home from
- an afternoon stroll to find a letter on the table waiting for him. I
- had remained indoors all day, for the weather had taken a sudden turn
- to rain, with high autumnal winds, and the jezail bullet which I had
- brought back in one of my limbs as a relic of my Afghan campaign
- throbbed with dull persistence. With my body in one easy-chair and my
- legs upon another, I had surrounded myself with a cloud of newspapers
- until at last, saturated with the news of the day, I tossed them all
- aside and lay listless, watching the huge crest and monogram upon the
- envelope upon the table and wondering lazily who my friend’s noble
- correspondent could be.
- “Here is a very fashionable epistle,” I remarked as he entered. “Your
- morning letters, if I remember right, were from a fish-monger and a
- tide-waiter.”
- “Yes, my correspondence has certainly the charm of variety,” he
- answered, smiling, “and the humbler are usually the more interesting.
- This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon
- a man either to be bored or to lie.”
- He broke the seal and glanced over the contents.
- “Oh, come, it may prove to be something of interest, after all.”
- “Not social, then?”
- “No, distinctly professional.”
- “And from a noble client?”
- “One of the highest in England.”
- “My dear fellow, I congratulate you.”
- “I assure you, Watson, without affectation, that the status of my
- client is a matter of less moment to me than the interest of his case.
- It is just possible, however, that that also may not be wanting in this
- new investigation. You have been reading the papers diligently of late,
- have you not?”
- “It looks like it,” said I ruefully, pointing to a huge bundle in the
- corner. “I have had nothing else to do.”
- “It is fortunate, for you will perhaps be able to post me up. I read
- nothing except the criminal news and the agony column. The latter is
- always instructive. But if you have followed recent events so closely
- you must have read about Lord St. Simon and his wedding?”
- “Oh, yes, with the deepest interest.”
- “That is well. The letter which I hold in my hand is from Lord St.
- Simon. I will read it to you, and in return you must turn over these
- papers and let me have whatever bears upon the matter. This is what he
- says:
- “‘MY DEAR MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES,—Lord Backwater tells me that I may
- place implicit reliance upon your judgment and discretion. I have
- determined, therefore, to call upon you and to consult you in
- reference to the very painful event which has occurred in
- connection with my wedding. Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, is
- acting already in the matter, but he assures me that he sees no
- objection to your co-operation, and that he even thinks that it
- might be of some assistance. I will call at four o’clock in the
- afternoon, and, should you have any other engagement at that time,
- I hope that you will postpone it, as this matter is of paramount
- importance. Yours faithfully,
- “‘ROBERT ST. SIMON.’
- “It is dated from Grosvenor Mansions, written with a quill pen, and the
- noble lord has had the misfortune to get a smear of ink upon the outer
- side of his right little finger,” remarked Holmes as he folded up the
- epistle.
- “He says four o’clock. It is three now. He will be here in an hour.”
- “Then I have just time, with your assistance, to get clear upon the
- subject. Turn over those papers and arrange the extracts in their order
- of time, while I take a glance as to who our client is.” He picked a
- red-covered volume from a line of books of reference beside the
- mantelpiece. “Here he is,” said he, sitting down and flattening it out
- upon his knee. “‘Lord Robert Walsingham de Vere St. Simon, second son
- of the Duke of Balmoral.’ Hum! ‘Arms: Azure, three caltrops in chief
- over a fess sable. Born in 1846.’ He’s forty-one years of age, which is
- mature for marriage. Was Under-Secretary for the colonies in a late
- administration. The Duke, his father, was at one time Secretary for
- Foreign Affairs. They inherit Plantagenet blood by direct descent, and
- Tudor on the distaff side. Ha! Well, there is nothing very instructive
- in all this. I think that I must turn to you Watson, for something more
- solid.”
- “I have very little difficulty in finding what I want,” said I, “for
- the facts are quite recent, and the matter struck me as remarkable. I
- feared to refer them to you, however, as I knew that you had an inquiry
- on hand and that you disliked the intrusion of other matters.”
- “Oh, you mean the little problem of the Grosvenor Square furniture van.
- That is quite cleared up now—though, indeed, it was obvious from the
- first. Pray give me the results of your newspaper selections.”
- “Here is the first notice which I can find. It is in the personal
- column of the _Morning Post_, and dates, as you see, some weeks back:
- ‘A marriage has been arranged,’ it says, ‘and will, if rumour is
- correct, very shortly take place, between Lord Robert St. Simon, second
- son of the Duke of Balmoral, and Miss Hatty Doran, the only daughter of
- Aloysius Doran. Esq., of San Francisco, Cal., U.S.A.’ That is all.”
- “Terse and to the point,” remarked Holmes, stretching his long, thin
- legs towards the fire.
- “There was a paragraph amplifying this in one of the society papers of
- the same week. Ah, here it is: ‘There will soon be a call for
- protection in the marriage market, for the present free-trade
- principle appears to tell heavily against our home product. One by one
- the management of the noble houses of Great Britain is passing into the
- hands of our fair cousins from across the Atlantic. An important
- addition has been made during the last week to the list of the prizes
- which have been borne away by these charming invaders. Lord St. Simon,
- who has shown himself for over twenty years proof against the little
- god’s arrows, has now definitely announced his approaching marriage
- with Miss Hatty Doran, the fascinating daughter of a California
- millionaire. Miss Doran, whose graceful figure and striking face
- attracted much attention at the Westbury House festivities, is an only
- child, and it is currently reported that her dowry will run to
- considerably over the six figures, with expectancies for the future. As
- it is an open secret that the Duke of Balmoral has been compelled to
- sell his pictures within the last few years, and as Lord St. Simon has
- no property of his own save the small estate of Birchmoor, it is
- obvious that the Californian heiress is not the only gainer by an
- alliance which will enable her to make the easy and common transition
- from a Republican lady to a British peeress.’”
- “Anything else?” asked Holmes, yawning.
- “Oh, yes; plenty. Then there is another note in the _Morning Post_ to
- say that the marriage would be an absolutely quiet one, that it would
- be at St. George’s, Hanover Square, that only half a dozen intimate
- friends would be invited, and that the party would return to the
- furnished house at Lancaster Gate which has been taken by Mr. Aloysius
- Doran. Two days later—that is, on Wednesday last—there is a curt
- announcement that the wedding had taken place, and that the honeymoon
- would be passed at Lord Backwater’s place, near Petersfield. Those are
- all the notices which appeared before the disappearance of the bride.”
- “Before the what?” asked Holmes with a start.
- “The vanishing of the lady.”
- “When did she vanish, then?”
- “At the wedding breakfast.”
- “Indeed. This is more interesting than it promised to be; quite
- dramatic, in fact.”
- “Yes; it struck me as being a little out of the common.”
- “They often vanish before the ceremony, and occasionally during the
- honeymoon; but I cannot call to mind anything quite so prompt as this.
- Pray let me have the details.”
- “I warn you that they are very incomplete.”
- “Perhaps we may make them less so.”
- “Such as they are, they are set forth in a single article of a morning
- paper of yesterday, which I will read to you. It is headed, ‘Singular
- Occurrence at a Fashionable Wedding’:
- “‘The family of Lord Robert St. Simon has been thrown into the greatest
- consternation by the strange and painful episodes which have taken
- place in connection with his wedding. The ceremony, as shortly
- announced in the papers of yesterday, occurred on the previous morning;
- but it is only now that it has been possible to confirm the strange
- rumours which have been so persistently floating about. In spite of the
- attempts of the friends to hush the matter up, so much public attention
- has now been drawn to it that no good purpose can be served by
- affecting to disregard what is a common subject for conversation.
- “‘The ceremony, which was performed at St. George’s, Hanover Square,
- was a very quiet one, no one being present save the father of the
- bride, Mr. Aloysius Doran, the Duchess of Balmoral, Lord Backwater,
- Lord Eustace and Lady Clara St. Simon (the younger brother and sister
- of the bridegroom), and Lady Alicia Whittington. The whole party
- proceeded afterwards to the house of Mr. Aloysius Doran, at Lancaster
- Gate, where breakfast had been prepared. It appears that some little
- trouble was caused by a woman, whose name has not been ascertained, who
- endeavoured to force her way into the house after the bridal party,
- alleging that she had some claim upon Lord St. Simon. It was only after
- a painful and prolonged scene that she was ejected by the butler and
- the footman. The bride, who had fortunately entered the house before
- this unpleasant interruption, had sat down to breakfast with the rest,
- when she complained of a sudden indisposition and retired to her room.
- Her prolonged absence having caused some comment, her father followed
- her, but learned from her maid that she had only come up to her chamber
- for an instant, caught up an ulster and bonnet, and hurried down to the
- passage. One of the footmen declared that he had seen a lady leave the
- house thus apparelled, but had refused to credit that it was his
- mistress, believing her to be with the company. On ascertaining that
- his daughter had disappeared, Mr. Aloysius Doran, in conjunction with
- the bridegroom, instantly put themselves in communication with the
- police, and very energetic inquiries are being made, which will
- probably result in a speedy clearing up of this very singular business.
- Up to a late hour last night, however, nothing had transpired as to the
- whereabouts of the missing lady. There are rumours of foul play in the
- matter, and it is said that the police have caused the arrest of the
- woman who had caused the original disturbance, in the belief that, from
- jealousy or some other motive, she may have been concerned in the
- strange disappearance of the bride.’”
- “And is that all?”
- “Only one little item in another of the morning papers, but it is a
- suggestive one.”
- “And it is—”
- “That Miss Flora Millar, the lady who had caused the disturbance, has
- actually been arrested. It appears that she was formerly a _danseuse_
- at the Allegro, and that she has known the bridegroom for some years.
- There are no further particulars, and the whole case is in your hands
- now—so far as it has been set forth in the public press.”
- “And an exceedingly interesting case it appears to be. I would not have
- missed it for worlds. But there is a ring at the bell, Watson, and as
- the clock makes it a few minutes after four, I have no doubt that this
- will prove to be our noble client. Do not dream of going, Watson, for I
- very much prefer having a witness, if only as a check to my own
- memory.”
- “Lord Robert St. Simon,” announced our page-boy, throwing open the
- door. A gentleman entered, with a pleasant, cultured face, high-nosed
- and pale, with something perhaps of petulance about the mouth, and with
- the steady, well-opened eye of a man whose pleasant lot it had ever
- been to command and to be obeyed. His manner was brisk, and yet his
- general appearance gave an undue impression of age, for he had a slight
- forward stoop and a little bend of the knees as he walked. His hair,
- too, as he swept off his very curly-brimmed hat, was grizzled round the
- edges and thin upon the top. As to his dress, it was careful to the
- verge of foppishness, with high collar, black frock-coat, white
- waistcoat, yellow gloves, patent-leather shoes, and light-coloured
- gaiters. He advanced slowly into the room, turning his head from left
- to right, and swinging in his right hand the cord which held his golden
- eyeglasses.
- “Good-day, Lord St. Simon,” said Holmes, rising and bowing. “Pray take
- the basket-chair. This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson. Draw up
- a little to the fire, and we will talk this matter over.”
- “A most painful matter to me, as you can most readily imagine, Mr.
- Holmes. I have been cut to the quick. I understand that you have
- already managed several delicate cases of this sort, sir, though I
- presume that they were hardly from the same class of society.”
- “No, I am descending.”
- “I beg pardon.”
- “My last client of the sort was a king.”
- “Oh, really! I had no idea. And which king?”
- “The King of Scandinavia.”
- “What! Had he lost his wife?”
- “You can understand,” said Holmes suavely, “that I extend to the
- affairs of my other clients the same secrecy which I promise to you in
- yours.”
- “Of course! Very right! very right! I’m sure I beg pardon. As to my own
- case, I am ready to give you any information which may assist you in
- forming an opinion.”
- “Thank you. I have already learned all that is in the public prints,
- nothing more. I presume that I may take it as correct—this article, for
- example, as to the disappearance of the bride.”
- Lord St. Simon glanced over it. “Yes, it is correct, as far as it
- goes.”
- “But it needs a great deal of supplementing before anyone could offer
- an opinion. I think that I may arrive at my facts most directly by
- questioning you.”
- “Pray do so.”
- “When did you first meet Miss Hatty Doran?”
- “In San Francisco, a year ago.”
- “You were travelling in the States?”
- “Yes.”
- “Did you become engaged then?”
- “No.”
- “But you were on a friendly footing?”
- “I was amused by her society, and she could see that I was amused.”
- “Her father is very rich?”
- “He is said to be the richest man on the Pacific slope.”
- “And how did he make his money?”
- “In mining. He had nothing a few years ago. Then he struck gold,
- invested it, and came up by leaps and bounds.”
- “Now, what is your own impression as to the young lady’s—your wife’s
- character?”
- The nobleman swung his glasses a little faster and stared down into the
- fire. “You see, Mr. Holmes,” said he, “my wife was twenty before her
- father became a rich man. During that time she ran free in a mining
- camp and wandered through woods or mountains, so that her education has
- come from Nature rather than from the schoolmaster. She is what we call
- in England a tomboy, with a strong nature, wild and free, unfettered by
- any sort of traditions. She is impetuous—volcanic, I was about to say.
- She is swift in making up her mind and fearless in carrying out her
- resolutions. On the other hand, I would not have given her the name
- which I have the honour to bear”—he gave a little stately cough—“had I
- not thought her to be at bottom a noble woman. I believe that she is
- capable of heroic self-sacrifice and that anything dishonourable would
- be repugnant to her.”
- “Have you her photograph?”
- “I brought this with me.” He opened a locket and showed us the full
- face of a very lovely woman. It was not a photograph but an ivory
- miniature, and the artist had brought out the full effect of the
- lustrous black hair, the large dark eyes, and the exquisite mouth.
- Holmes gazed long and earnestly at it. Then he closed the locket and
- handed it back to Lord St. Simon.
- “The young lady came to London, then, and you renewed your
- acquaintance?”
- “Yes, her father brought her over for this last London season. I met
- her several times, became engaged to her, and have now married her.”
- “She brought, I understand, a considerable dowry?”
- “A fair dowry. Not more than is usual in my family.”
- “And this, of course, remains to you, since the marriage is a _fait
- accompli_?”
- “I really have made no inquiries on the subject.”
- “Very naturally not. Did you see Miss Doran on the day before the
- wedding?”
- “Yes.”
- “Was she in good spirits?”
- “Never better. She kept talking of what we should do in our future
- lives.”
- “Indeed! That is very interesting. And on the morning of the wedding?”
- “She was as bright as possible—at least until after the ceremony.”
- “And did you observe any change in her then?”
- “Well, to tell the truth, I saw then the first signs that I had ever
- seen that her temper was just a little sharp. The incident however, was
- too trivial to relate and can have no possible bearing upon the case.”
- “Pray let us have it, for all that.”
- “Oh, it is childish. She dropped her bouquet as we went towards the
- vestry. She was passing the front pew at the time, and it fell over
- into the pew. There was a moment’s delay, but the gentleman in the pew
- handed it up to her again, and it did not appear to be the worse for
- the fall. Yet when I spoke to her of the matter, she answered me
- abruptly; and in the carriage, on our way home, she seemed absurdly
- agitated over this trifling cause.”
- “Indeed! You say that there was a gentleman in the pew. Some of the
- general public were present, then?”
- “Oh, yes. It is impossible to exclude them when the church is open.”
- “This gentleman was not one of your wife’s friends?”
- “No, no; I call him a gentleman by courtesy, but he was quite a
- common-looking person. I hardly noticed his appearance. But really I
- think that we are wandering rather far from the point.”
- “Lady St. Simon, then, returned from the wedding in a less cheerful
- frame of mind than she had gone to it. What did she do on re-entering
- her father’s house?”
- “I saw her in conversation with her maid.”
- “And who is her maid?”
- “Alice is her name. She is an American and came from California with
- her.”
- “A confidential servant?”
- “A little too much so. It seemed to me that her mistress allowed her to
- take great liberties. Still, of course, in America they look upon these
- things in a different way.”
- “How long did she speak to this Alice?”
- “Oh, a few minutes. I had something else to think of.”
- “You did not overhear what they said?”
- “Lady St. Simon said something about ‘jumping a claim.’ She was
- accustomed to use slang of the kind. I have no idea what she meant.”
- “American slang is very expressive sometimes. And what did your wife do
- when she finished speaking to her maid?”
- “She walked into the breakfast-room.”
- “On your arm?”
- “No, alone. She was very independent in little matters like that. Then,
- after we had sat down for ten minutes or so, she rose hurriedly,
- muttered some words of apology, and left the room. She never came
- back.”
- “But this maid, Alice, as I understand, deposes that she went to her
- room, covered her bride’s dress with a long ulster, put on a bonnet,
- and went out.”
- “Quite so. And she was afterwards seen walking into Hyde Park in
- company with Flora Millar, a woman who is now in custody, and who had
- already made a disturbance at Mr. Doran’s house that morning.”
- “Ah, yes. I should like a few particulars as to this young lady, and
- your relations to her.”
- Lord St. Simon shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows. “We have
- been on a friendly footing for some years—I may say on a _very_
- friendly footing. She used to be at the Allegro. I have not treated her
- ungenerously, and she had no just cause of complaint against me, but
- you know what women are, Mr. Holmes. Flora was a dear little thing, but
- exceedingly hot-headed and devotedly attached to me. She wrote me
- dreadful letters when she heard that I was about to be married, and, to
- tell the truth, the reason why I had the marriage celebrated so quietly
- was that I feared lest there might be a scandal in the church. She came
- to Mr. Doran’s door just after we returned, and she endeavoured to push
- her way in, uttering very abusive expressions towards my wife, and even
- threatening her, but I had foreseen the possibility of something of the
- sort, and I had two police fellows there in private clothes, who soon
- pushed her out again. She was quiet when she saw that there was no good
- in making a row.”
- “Did your wife hear all this?”
- “No, thank goodness, she did not.”
- “And she was seen walking with this very woman afterwards?”
- “Yes. That is what Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, looks upon as so
- serious. It is thought that Flora decoyed my wife out and laid some
- terrible trap for her.”
- “Well, it is a possible supposition.”
- “You think so, too?”
- “I did not say a probable one. But you do not yourself look upon this
- as likely?”
- “I do not think Flora would hurt a fly.”
- “Still, jealousy is a strange transformer of characters. Pray what is
- your own theory as to what took place?”
- “Well, really, I came to seek a theory, not to propound one. I have
- given you all the facts. Since you ask me, however, I may say that it
- has occurred to me as possible that the excitement of this affair, the
- consciousness that she had made so immense a social stride, had the
- effect of causing some little nervous disturbance in my wife.”
- “In short, that she had become suddenly deranged?”
- “Well, really, when I consider that she has turned her back—I will not
- say upon me, but upon so much that many have aspired to without
- success—I can hardly explain it in any other fashion.”
- “Well, certainly that is also a conceivable hypothesis,” said Holmes,
- smiling. “And now, Lord St. Simon, I think that I have nearly all my
- data. May I ask whether you were seated at the breakfast-table so that
- you could see out of the window?”
- “We could see the other side of the road and the Park.”
- “Quite so. Then I do not think that I need to detain you longer. I
- shall communicate with you.”
- “Should you be fortunate enough to solve this problem,” said our
- client, rising.
- “I have solved it.”
- “Eh? What was that?”
- “I say that I have solved it.”
- “Where, then, is my wife?”
- “That is a detail which I shall speedily supply.”
- Lord St. Simon shook his head. “I am afraid that it will take wiser
- heads than yours or mine,” he remarked, and bowing in a stately,
- old-fashioned manner he departed.
- “It is very good of Lord St. Simon to honour my head by putting it on a
- level with his own,” said Sherlock Holmes, laughing. “I think that I
- shall have a whisky and soda and a cigar after all this
- cross-questioning. I had formed my conclusions as to the case before
- our client came into the room.”
- “My dear Holmes!”
- “I have notes of several similar cases, though none, as I remarked
- before, which were quite as prompt. My whole examination served to turn
- my conjecture into a certainty. Circumstantial evidence is occasionally
- very convincing, as when you find a trout in the milk, to quote
- Thoreau’s example.”
- “But I have heard all that you have heard.”
- “Without, however, the knowledge of pre-existing cases which serves me
- so well. There was a parallel instance in Aberdeen some years back, and
- something on very much the same lines at Munich the year after the
- Franco-Prussian War. It is one of these cases—but, hullo, here is
- Lestrade! Good-afternoon, Lestrade! You will find an extra tumbler upon
- the sideboard, and there are cigars in the box.”
- The official detective was attired in a pea-jacket and cravat, which
- gave him a decidedly nautical appearance, and he carried a black canvas
- bag in his hand. With a short greeting he seated himself and lit the
- cigar which had been offered to him.
- “What’s up, then?” asked Holmes with a twinkle in his eye. “You look
- dissatisfied.”
- “And I feel dissatisfied. It is this infernal St. Simon marriage case.
- I can make neither head nor tail of the business.”
- “Really! You surprise me.”
- “Who ever heard of such a mixed affair? Every clue seems to slip
- through my fingers. I have been at work upon it all day.”
- “And very wet it seems to have made you,” said Holmes laying his hand
- upon the arm of the pea-jacket.
- “Yes, I have been dragging the Serpentine.”
- “In Heaven’s name, what for?”
- “In search of the body of Lady St. Simon.”
- Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his chair and laughed heartily.
- “Have you dragged the basin of Trafalgar Square fountain?” he asked.
- “Why? What do you mean?”
- “Because you have just as good a chance of finding this lady in the one
- as in the other.”
- Lestrade shot an angry glance at my companion. “I suppose you know all
- about it,” he snarled.
- “Well, I have only just heard the facts, but my mind is made up.”
- “Oh, indeed! Then you think that the Serpentine plays no part in the
- matter?”
- “I think it very unlikely.”
- “Then perhaps you will kindly explain how it is that we found this in
- it?” He opened his bag as he spoke, and tumbled onto the floor a
- wedding-dress of watered silk, a pair of white satin shoes and a
- bride’s wreath and veil, all discoloured and soaked in water. “There,”
- said he, putting a new wedding-ring upon the top of the pile. “There is
- a little nut for you to crack, Master Holmes.”
- “Oh, indeed!” said my friend, blowing blue rings into the air. “You
- dragged them from the Serpentine?”
- “No. They were found floating near the margin by a park-keeper. They
- have been identified as her clothes, and it seemed to me that if the
- clothes were there the body would not be far off.”
- “By the same brilliant reasoning, every man’s body is to be found in
- the neighbourhood of his wardrobe. And pray what did you hope to arrive
- at through this?”
- “At some evidence implicating Flora Millar in the disappearance.”
- “I am afraid that you will find it difficult.”
- “Are you, indeed, now?” cried Lestrade with some bitterness. “I am
- afraid, Holmes, that you are not very practical with your deductions
- and your inferences. You have made two blunders in as many minutes.
- This dress does implicate Miss Flora Millar.”
- “And how?”
- “In the dress is a pocket. In the pocket is a card-case. In the
- card-case is a note. And here is the very note.” He slapped it down
- upon the table in front of him. “Listen to this: ‘You will see me when
- all is ready. Come at once. F. H. M.’ Now my theory all along has been
- that Lady St. Simon was decoyed away by Flora Millar, and that she,
- with confederates, no doubt, was responsible for her disappearance.
- Here, signed with her initials, is the very note which was no doubt
- quietly slipped into her hand at the door and which lured her within
- their reach.”
- “Very good, Lestrade,” said Holmes, laughing. “You really are very fine
- indeed. Let me see it.” He took up the paper in a listless way, but his
- attention instantly became riveted, and he gave a little cry of
- satisfaction. “This is indeed important,” said he.
- “Ha! you find it so?”
- “Extremely so. I congratulate you warmly.”
- Lestrade rose in his triumph and bent his head to look. “Why,” he
- shrieked, “you’re looking at the wrong side!”
- “On the contrary, this is the right side.”
- “The right side? You’re mad! Here is the note written in pencil over
- here.”
- “And over here is what appears to be the fragment of a hotel bill,
- which interests me deeply.”
- “There’s nothing in it. I looked at it before,” said Lestrade. “‘Oct.
- 4th, rooms 8_s_., breakfast 2_s_. 6_d_., cocktail 1_s_., lunch 2_s_.
- 6_d_., glass sherry, 8_d_.’ I see nothing in that.”
- “Very likely not. It is most important, all the same. As to the note,
- it is important also, or at least the initials are, so I congratulate
- you again.”
- “I’ve wasted time enough,” said Lestrade, rising. “I believe in hard
- work and not in sitting by the fire spinning fine theories. Good-day,
- Mr. Holmes, and we shall see which gets to the bottom of the matter
- first.” He gathered up the garments, thrust them into the bag, and made
- for the door.
- “Just one hint to you, Lestrade,” drawled Holmes before his rival
- vanished; “I will tell you the true solution of the matter. Lady St.
- Simon is a myth. There is not, and there never has been, any such
- person.”
- Lestrade looked sadly at my companion. Then he turned to me, tapped his
- forehead three times, shook his head solemnly, and hurried away.
- He had hardly shut the door behind him when Holmes rose to put on his
- overcoat. “There is something in what the fellow says about outdoor
- work,” he remarked, “so I think, Watson, that I must leave you to your
- papers for a little.”
- It was after five o’clock when Sherlock Holmes left me, but I had no
- time to be lonely, for within an hour there arrived a confectioner’s
- man with a very large flat box. This he unpacked with the help of a
- youth whom he had brought with him, and presently, to my very great
- astonishment, a quite epicurean little cold supper began to be laid out
- upon our humble lodging-house mahogany. There were a couple of brace of
- cold woodcock, a pheasant, a _pâté de foie gras_ pie with a group of
- ancient and cobwebby bottles. Having laid out all these luxuries, my
- two visitors vanished away, like the genii of the Arabian Nights, with
- no explanation save that the things had been paid for and were ordered
- to this address.
- Just before nine o’clock Sherlock Holmes stepped briskly into the room.
- His features were gravely set, but there was a light in his eye which
- made me think that he had not been disappointed in his conclusions.
- “They have laid the supper, then,” he said, rubbing his hands.
- “You seem to expect company. They have laid for five.”
- “Yes, I fancy we may have some company dropping in,” said he. “I am
- surprised that Lord St. Simon has not already arrived. Ha! I fancy that
- I hear his step now upon the stairs.”
- It was indeed our visitor of the afternoon who came bustling in,
- dangling his glasses more vigorously than ever, and with a very
- perturbed expression upon his aristocratic features.
- “My messenger reached you, then?” asked Holmes.
- “Yes, and I confess that the contents startled me beyond measure. Have
- you good authority for what you say?”
- “The best possible.”
- Lord St. Simon sank into a chair and passed his hand over his forehead.
- “What will the Duke say,” he murmured, “when he hears that one of the
- family has been subjected to such humiliation?”
- “It is the purest accident. I cannot allow that there is any
- humiliation.”
- “Ah, you look on these things from another standpoint.”
- “I fail to see that anyone is to blame. I can hardly see how the lady
- could have acted otherwise, though her abrupt method of doing it was
- undoubtedly to be regretted. Having no mother, she had no one to advise
- her at such a crisis.”
- “It was a slight, sir, a public slight,” said Lord St. Simon, tapping
- his fingers upon the table.
- “You must make allowance for this poor girl, placed in so unprecedented
- a position.”
- “I will make no allowance. I am very angry indeed, and I have been
- shamefully used.”
- “I think that I heard a ring,” said Holmes. “Yes, there are steps on
- the landing. If I cannot persuade you to take a lenient view of the
- matter, Lord St. Simon, I have brought an advocate here who may be more
- successful.” He opened the door and ushered in a lady and gentleman.
- “Lord St. Simon,” said he “allow me to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs.
- Francis Hay Moulton. The lady, I think, you have already met.”
- At the sight of these newcomers our client had sprung from his seat and
- stood very erect, with his eyes cast down and his hand thrust into the
- breast of his frock-coat, a picture of offended dignity. The lady had
- taken a quick step forward and had held out her hand to him, but he
- still refused to raise his eyes. It was as well for his resolution,
- perhaps, for her pleading face was one which it was hard to resist.
- “You’re angry, Robert,” said she. “Well, I guess you have every cause
- to be.”
- “Pray make no apology to me,” said Lord St. Simon bitterly.
- “Oh, yes, I know that I have treated you real bad and that I should
- have spoken to you before I went; but I was kind of rattled, and from
- the time when I saw Frank here again I just didn’t know what I was
- doing or saying. I only wonder I didn’t fall down and do a faint right
- there before the altar.”
- “Perhaps, Mrs. Moulton, you would like my friend and me to leave the
- room while you explain this matter?”
- “If I may give an opinion,” remarked the strange gentleman, “we’ve had
- just a little too much secrecy over this business already. For my part,
- I should like all Europe and America to hear the rights of it.” He was
- a small, wiry, sunburnt man, clean-shaven, with a sharp face and alert
- manner.
- “Then I’ll tell our story right away,” said the lady. “Frank here and I
- met in ’84, in McQuire’s camp, near the Rockies, where Pa was working a
- claim. We were engaged to each other, Frank and I; but then one day
- father struck a rich pocket and made a pile, while poor Frank here had
- a claim that petered out and came to nothing. The richer Pa grew the
- poorer was Frank; so at last Pa wouldn’t hear of our engagement lasting
- any longer, and he took me away to ’Frisco. Frank wouldn’t throw up his
- hand, though; so he followed me there, and he saw me without Pa knowing
- anything about it. It would only have made him mad to know, so we just
- fixed it all up for ourselves. Frank said that he would go and make his
- pile, too, and never come back to claim me until he had as much as Pa.
- So then I promised to wait for him to the end of time and pledged
- myself not to marry anyone else while he lived. ‘Why shouldn’t we be
- married right away, then,’ said he, ‘and then I will feel sure of you;
- and I won’t claim to be your husband until I come back?’ Well, we
- talked it over, and he had fixed it all up so nicely, with a clergyman
- all ready in waiting, that we just did it right there; and then Frank
- went off to seek his fortune, and I went back to Pa.
- “The next I heard of Frank was that he was in Montana, and then he went
- prospecting in Arizona, and then I heard of him from New Mexico. After
- that came a long newspaper story about how a miners’ camp had been
- attacked by Apache Indians, and there was my Frank’s name among the
- killed. I fainted dead away, and I was very sick for months after. Pa
- thought I had a decline and took me to half the doctors in ’Frisco. Not
- a word of news came for a year and more, so that I never doubted that
- Frank was really dead. Then Lord St. Simon came to ’Frisco, and we came
- to London, and a marriage was arranged, and Pa was very pleased, but I
- felt all the time that no man on this earth would ever take the place
- in my heart that had been given to my poor Frank.
- “Still, if I had married Lord St. Simon, of course I’d have done my
- duty by him. We can’t command our love, but we can our actions. I went
- to the altar with him with the intention to make him just as good a
- wife as it was in me to be. But you may imagine what I felt when, just
- as I came to the altar rails, I glanced back and saw Frank standing and
- looking at me out of the first pew. I thought it was his ghost at
- first; but when I looked again there he was still, with a kind of
- question in his eyes, as if to ask me whether I were glad or sorry to
- see him. I wonder I didn’t drop. I know that everything was turning
- round, and the words of the clergyman were just like the buzz of a bee
- in my ear. I didn’t know what to do. Should I stop the service and make
- a scene in the church? I glanced at him again, and he seemed to know
- what I was thinking, for he raised his finger to his lips to tell me to
- be still. Then I saw him scribble on a piece of paper, and I knew that
- he was writing me a note. As I passed his pew on the way out I dropped
- my bouquet over to him, and he slipped the note into my hand when he
- returned me the flowers. It was only a line asking me to join him when
- he made the sign to me to do so. Of course I never doubted for a moment
- that my first duty was now to him, and I determined to do just whatever
- he might direct.
- “When I got back I told my maid, who had known him in California, and
- had always been his friend. I ordered her to say nothing, but to get a
- few things packed and my ulster ready. I know I ought to have spoken to
- Lord St. Simon, but it was dreadful hard before his mother and all
- those great people. I just made up my mind to run away and explain
- afterwards. I hadn’t been at the table ten minutes before I saw Frank
- out of the window at the other side of the road. He beckoned to me and
- then began walking into the Park. I slipped out, put on my things, and
- followed him. Some woman came talking something or other about Lord St.
- Simon to me—seemed to me from the little I heard as if he had a little
- secret of his own before marriage also—but I managed to get away from
- her and soon overtook Frank. We got into a cab together, and away we
- drove to some lodgings he had taken in Gordon Square, and that was my
- true wedding after all those years of waiting. Frank had been a
- prisoner among the Apaches, had escaped, came on to ’Frisco, found that
- I had given him up for dead and had gone to England, followed me there,
- and had come upon me at last on the very morning of my second wedding.”
- “I saw it in a paper,” explained the American. “It gave the name and
- the church but not where the lady lived.”
- “Then we had a talk as to what we should do, and Frank was all for
- openness, but I was so ashamed of it all that I felt as if I should
- like to vanish away and never see any of them again—just sending a line
- to Pa, perhaps, to show him that I was alive. It was awful to me to
- think of all those lords and ladies sitting round that breakfast-table
- and waiting for me to come back. So Frank took my wedding-clothes and
- things and made a bundle of them, so that I should not be traced, and
- dropped them away somewhere where no one could find them. It is likely
- that we should have gone on to Paris to-morrow, only that this good
- gentleman, Mr. Holmes, came round to us this evening, though how he
- found us is more than I can think, and he showed us very clearly and
- kindly that I was wrong and that Frank was right, and that we should be
- putting ourselves in the wrong if we were so secret. Then he offered to
- give us a chance of talking to Lord St. Simon alone, and so we came
- right away round to his rooms at once. Now, Robert, you have heard it
- all, and I am very sorry if I have given you pain, and I hope that you
- do not think very meanly of me.”
- Lord St. Simon had by no means relaxed his rigid attitude, but had
- listened with a frowning brow and a compressed lip to this long
- narrative.
- “Excuse me,” he said, “but it is not my custom to discuss my most
- intimate personal affairs in this public manner.”
- “Then you won’t forgive me? You won’t shake hands before I go?”
- “Oh, certainly, if it would give you any pleasure.” He put out his hand
- and coldly grasped that which she extended to him.
- “I had hoped,” suggested Holmes, “that you would have joined us in a
- friendly supper.”
- “I think that there you ask a little too much,” responded his Lordship.
- “I may be forced to acquiesce in these recent developments, but I can
- hardly be expected to make merry over them. I think that with your
- permission I will now wish you all a very good-night.” He included us
- all in a sweeping bow and stalked out of the room.
- “Then I trust that you at least will honour me with your company,” said
- Sherlock Holmes. “It is always a joy to meet an American, Mr. Moulton,
- for I am one of those who believe that the folly of a monarch and the
- blundering of a minister in far-gone years will not prevent our
- children from being some day citizens of the same world-wide country
- under a flag which shall be a quartering of the Union Jack with the
- Stars and Stripes.”
- “The case has been an interesting one,” remarked Holmes when our
- visitors had left us, “because it serves to show very clearly how
- simple the explanation may be of an affair which at first sight seems
- to be almost inexplicable. Nothing could be more natural than the
- sequence of events as narrated by this lady, and nothing stranger than
- the result when viewed, for instance, by Mr. Lestrade of Scotland
- Yard.”
- “You were not yourself at fault at all, then?”
- “From the first, two facts were very obvious to me, the one that the
- lady had been quite willing to undergo the wedding ceremony, the other
- that she had repented of it within a few minutes of returning home.
- Obviously something had occurred during the morning, then, to cause her
- to change her mind. What could that something be? She could not have
- spoken to anyone when she was out, for she had been in the company of
- the bridegroom. Had she seen someone, then? If she had, it must be
- someone from America because she had spent so short a time in this
- country that she could hardly have allowed anyone to acquire so deep an
- influence over her that the mere sight of him would induce her to
- change her plans so completely. You see we have already arrived, by a
- process of exclusion, at the idea that she might have seen an American.
- Then who could this American be, and why should he possess so much
- influence over her? It might be a lover; it might be a husband. Her
- young womanhood had, I knew, been spent in rough scenes and under
- strange conditions. So far I had got before I ever heard Lord St.
- Simon’s narrative. When he told us of a man in a pew, of the change in
- the bride’s manner, of so transparent a device for obtaining a note as
- the dropping of a bouquet, of her resort to her confidential maid, and
- of her very significant allusion to claim-jumping—which in miners’
- parlance means taking possession of that which another person has a
- prior claim to—the whole situation became absolutely clear. She had
- gone off with a man, and the man was either a lover or was a previous
- husband—the chances being in favour of the latter.”
- “And how in the world did you find them?”
- “It might have been difficult, but friend Lestrade held information in
- his hands the value of which he did not himself know. The initials
- were, of course, of the highest importance, but more valuable still was
- it to know that within a week he had settled his bill at one of the
- most select London hotels.”
- “How did you deduce the select?”
- “By the select prices. Eight shillings for a bed and eightpence for a
- glass of sherry pointed to one of the most expensive hotels. There are
- not many in London which charge at that rate. In the second one which I
- visited in Northumberland Avenue, I learned by an inspection of the
- book that Francis H. Moulton, an American gentleman, had left only the
- day before, and on looking over the entries against him, I came upon
- the very items which I had seen in the duplicate bill. His letters were
- to be forwarded to 226 Gordon Square; so thither I travelled, and being
- fortunate enough to find the loving couple at home, I ventured to give
- them some paternal advice and to point out to them that it would be
- better in every way that they should make their position a little
- clearer both to the general public and to Lord St. Simon in particular.
- I invited them to meet him here, and, as you see, I made him keep the
- appointment.”
- “But with no very good result,” I remarked. “His conduct was certainly
- not very gracious.”
- “Ah, Watson,” said Holmes, smiling, “perhaps you would not be very
- gracious either, if, after all the trouble of wooing and wedding, you
- found yourself deprived in an instant of wife and of fortune. I think
- that we may judge Lord St. Simon very mercifully and thank our stars
- that we are never likely to find ourselves in the same position. Draw
- your chair up and hand me my violin, for the only problem we have still
- to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.”
- XI. THE ADVENTURE OF THE BERYL CORONET
- “Holmes,” said I as I stood one morning in our bow-window looking down
- the street, “here is a madman coming along. It seems rather sad that
- his relatives should allow him to come out alone.”
- My friend rose lazily from his armchair and stood with his hands in the
- pockets of his dressing-gown, looking over my shoulder. It was a
- bright, crisp February morning, and the snow of the day before still
- lay deep upon the ground, shimmering brightly in the wintry sun. Down
- the centre of Baker Street it had been ploughed into a brown crumbly
- band by the traffic, but at either side and on the heaped-up edges of
- the footpaths it still lay as white as when it fell. The grey pavement
- had been cleaned and scraped, but was still dangerously slippery, so
- that there were fewer passengers than usual. Indeed, from the direction
- of the Metropolitan Station no one was coming save the single gentleman
- whose eccentric conduct had drawn my attention.
- He was a man of about fifty, tall, portly, and imposing, with a
- massive, strongly marked face and a commanding figure. He was dressed
- in a sombre yet rich style, in black frock-coat, shining hat, neat
- brown gaiters, and well-cut pearl-grey trousers. Yet his actions were
- in absurd contrast to the dignity of his dress and features, for he was
- running hard, with occasional little springs, such as a weary man gives
- who is little accustomed to set any tax upon his legs. As he ran he
- jerked his hands up and down, waggled his head, and writhed his face
- into the most extraordinary contortions.
- “What on earth can be the matter with him?” I asked. “He is looking up
- at the numbers of the houses.”
- “I believe that he is coming here,” said Holmes, rubbing his hands.
- “Here?”
- “Yes; I rather think he is coming to consult me professionally. I think
- that I recognise the symptoms. Ha! did I not tell you?” As he spoke,
- the man, puffing and blowing, rushed at our door and pulled at our bell
- until the whole house resounded with the clanging.
- A few moments later he was in our room, still puffing, still
- gesticulating, but with so fixed a look of grief and despair in his
- eyes that our smiles were turned in an instant to horror and pity. For
- a while he could not get his words out, but swayed his body and plucked
- at his hair like one who has been driven to the extreme limits of his
- reason. Then, suddenly springing to his feet, he beat his head against
- the wall with such force that we both rushed upon him and tore him away
- to the centre of the room. Sherlock Holmes pushed him down into the
- easy-chair and, sitting beside him, patted his hand and chatted with
- him in the easy, soothing tones which he knew so well how to employ.
- “You have come to me to tell your story, have you not?” said he. “You
- are fatigued with your haste. Pray wait until you have recovered
- yourself, and then I shall be most happy to look into any little
- problem which you may submit to me.”
- The man sat for a minute or more with a heaving chest, fighting against
- his emotion. Then he passed his handkerchief over his brow, set his
- lips tight, and turned his face towards us.
- “No doubt you think me mad?” said he.
- “I see that you have had some great trouble,” responded Holmes.
- “God knows I have!—a trouble which is enough to unseat my reason, so
- sudden and so terrible is it. Public disgrace I might have faced,
- although I am a man whose character has never yet borne a stain.
- Private affliction also is the lot of every man; but the two coming
- together, and in so frightful a form, have been enough to shake my very
- soul. Besides, it is not I alone. The very noblest in the land may
- suffer unless some way be found out of this horrible affair.”
- “Pray compose yourself, sir,” said Holmes, “and let me have a clear
- account of who you are and what it is that has befallen you.”
- “My name,” answered our visitor, “is probably familiar to your ears. I
- am Alexander Holder, of the banking firm of Holder & Stevenson, of
- Threadneedle Street.”
- The name was indeed well known to us as belonging to the senior partner
- in the second largest private banking concern in the City of London.
- What could have happened, then, to bring one of the foremost citizens
- of London to this most pitiable pass? We waited, all curiosity, until
- with another effort he braced himself to tell his story.
- “I feel that time is of value,” said he; “that is why I hastened here
- when the police inspector suggested that I should secure your
- co-operation. I came to Baker Street by the Underground and hurried
- from there on foot, for the cabs go slowly through this snow. That is
- why I was so out of breath, for I am a man who takes very little
- exercise. I feel better now, and I will put the facts before you as
- shortly and yet as clearly as I can.
- “It is, of course, well known to you that in a successful banking
- business as much depends upon our being able to find remunerative
- investments for our funds as upon our increasing our connection and the
- number of our depositors. One of our most lucrative means of laying out
- money is in the shape of loans, where the security is unimpeachable. We
- have done a good deal in this direction during the last few years, and
- there are many noble families to whom we have advanced large sums upon
- the security of their pictures, libraries, or plate.
- “Yesterday morning I was seated in my office at the bank when a card
- was brought in to me by one of the clerks. I started when I saw the
- name, for it was that of none other than—well, perhaps even to you I
- had better say no more than that it was a name which is a household
- word all over the earth—one of the highest, noblest, most exalted names
- in England. I was overwhelmed by the honour and attempted, when he
- entered, to say so, but he plunged at once into business with the air
- of a man who wishes to hurry quickly through a disagreeable task.
- “‘Mr. Holder,’ said he, ‘I have been informed that you are in the habit
- of advancing money.’
- “‘The firm does so when the security is good.’ I answered.
- “‘It is absolutely essential to me,’ said he, ‘that I should have £
- 50,000 at once. I could, of course, borrow so trifling a sum ten times
- over from my friends, but I much prefer to make it a matter of business
- and to carry out that business myself. In my position you can readily
- understand that it is unwise to place one’s self under obligations.’
- “‘For how long, may I ask, do you want this sum?’ I asked.
- “‘Next Monday I have a large sum due to me, and I shall then most
- certainly repay what you advance, with whatever interest you think it
- right to charge. But it is very essential to me that the money should
- be paid at once.’
- “‘I should be happy to advance it without further parley from my own
- private purse,’ said I, ‘were it not that the strain would be rather
- more than it could bear. If, on the other hand, I am to do it in the
- name of the firm, then in justice to my partner I must insist that,
- even in your case, every businesslike precaution should be taken.’
- “‘I should much prefer to have it so,’ said he, raising up a square,
- black morocco case which he had laid beside his chair. ‘You have
- doubtless heard of the Beryl Coronet?’
- “‘One of the most precious public possessions of the empire,’ said I.
- “‘Precisely.’ He opened the case, and there, imbedded in soft,
- flesh-coloured velvet, lay the magnificent piece of jewellery which he
- had named. ‘There are thirty-nine enormous beryls,’ said he, ‘and the
- price of the gold chasing is incalculable. The lowest estimate would
- put the worth of the coronet at double the sum which I have asked. I am
- prepared to leave it with you as my security.’
- “I took the precious case into my hands and looked in some perplexity
- from it to my illustrious client.
- “‘You doubt its value?’ he asked.
- “‘Not at all. I only doubt—’
- “‘The propriety of my leaving it. You may set your mind at rest about
- that. I should not dream of doing so were it not absolutely certain
- that I should be able in four days to reclaim it. It is a pure matter
- of form. Is the security sufficient?’
- “‘Ample.’
- “‘You understand, Mr. Holder, that I am giving you a strong proof of
- the confidence which I have in you, founded upon all that I have heard
- of you. I rely upon you not only to be discreet and to refrain from all
- gossip upon the matter but, above all, to preserve this coronet with
- every possible precaution because I need not say that a great public
- scandal would be caused if any harm were to befall it. Any injury to it
- would be almost as serious as its complete loss, for there are no
- beryls in the world to match these, and it would be impossible to
- replace them. I leave it with you, however, with every confidence, and
- I shall call for it in person on Monday morning.’
- “Seeing that my client was anxious to leave, I said no more but,
- calling for my cashier, I ordered him to pay over fifty £ 1000 notes.
- When I was alone once more, however, with the precious case lying upon
- the table in front of me, I could not but think with some misgivings of
- the immense responsibility which it entailed upon me. There could be no
- doubt that, as it was a national possession, a horrible scandal would
- ensue if any misfortune should occur to it. I already regretted having
- ever consented to take charge of it. However, it was too late to alter
- the matter now, so I locked it up in my private safe and turned once
- more to my work.
- “When evening came I felt that it would be an imprudence to leave so
- precious a thing in the office behind me. Bankers’ safes had been
- forced before now, and why should not mine be? If so, how terrible
- would be the position in which I should find myself! I determined,
- therefore, that for the next few days I would always carry the case
- backward and forward with me, so that it might never be really out of
- my reach. With this intention, I called a cab and drove out to my house
- at Streatham, carrying the jewel with me. I did not breathe freely
- until I had taken it upstairs and locked it in the bureau of my
- dressing-room.
- “And now a word as to my household, Mr. Holmes, for I wish you to
- thoroughly understand the situation. My groom and my page sleep out of
- the house, and may be set aside altogether. I have three maid-servants
- who have been with me a number of years and whose absolute reliability
- is quite above suspicion. Another, Lucy Parr, the second waiting-maid,
- has only been in my service a few months. She came with an excellent
- character, however, and has always given me satisfaction. She is a very
- pretty girl and has attracted admirers who have occasionally hung about
- the place. That is the only drawback which we have found to her, but we
- believe her to be a thoroughly good girl in every way.
- “So much for the servants. My family itself is so small that it will
- not take me long to describe it. I am a widower and have an only son,
- Arthur. He has been a disappointment to me, Mr. Holmes—a grievous
- disappointment. I have no doubt that I am myself to blame. People tell
- me that I have spoiled him. Very likely I have. When my dear wife died
- I felt that he was all I had to love. I could not bear to see the smile
- fade even for a moment from his face. I have never denied him a wish.
- Perhaps it would have been better for both of us had I been sterner,
- but I meant it for the best.
- “It was naturally my intention that he should succeed me in my
- business, but he was not of a business turn. He was wild, wayward, and,
- to speak the truth, I could not trust him in the handling of large sums
- of money. When he was young he became a member of an aristocratic club,
- and there, having charming manners, he was soon the intimate of a
- number of men with long purses and expensive habits. He learned to play
- heavily at cards and to squander money on the turf, until he had again
- and again to come to me and implore me to give him an advance upon his
- allowance, that he might settle his debts of honour. He tried more than
- once to break away from the dangerous company which he was keeping, but
- each time the influence of his friend, Sir George Burnwell, was enough
- to draw him back again.
- “And, indeed, I could not wonder that such a man as Sir George Burnwell
- should gain an influence over him, for he has frequently brought him to
- my house, and I have found myself that I could hardly resist the
- fascination of his manner. He is older than Arthur, a man of the world
- to his finger-tips, one who had been everywhere, seen everything, a
- brilliant talker, and a man of great personal beauty. Yet when I think
- of him in cold blood, far away from the glamour of his presence, I am
- convinced from his cynical speech and the look which I have caught in
- his eyes that he is one who should be deeply distrusted. So I think,
- and so, too, thinks my little Mary, who has a woman’s quick insight
- into character.
- “And now there is only she to be described. She is my niece; but when
- my brother died five years ago and left her alone in the world I
- adopted her, and have looked upon her ever since as my daughter. She is
- a sunbeam in my house—sweet, loving, beautiful, a wonderful manager and
- housekeeper, yet as tender and quiet and gentle as a woman could be.
- She is my right hand. I do not know what I could do without her. In
- only one matter has she ever gone against my wishes. Twice my boy has
- asked her to marry him, for he loves her devotedly, but each time she
- has refused him. I think that if anyone could have drawn him into the
- right path it would have been she, and that his marriage might have
- changed his whole life; but now, alas! it is too late—forever too late!
- “Now, Mr. Holmes, you know the people who live under my roof, and I
- shall continue with my miserable story.
- “When we were taking coffee in the drawing-room that night after
- dinner, I told Arthur and Mary my experience, and of the precious
- treasure which we had under our roof, suppressing only the name of my
- client. Lucy Parr, who had brought in the coffee, had, I am sure, left
- the room; but I cannot swear that the door was closed. Mary and Arthur
- were much interested and wished to see the famous coronet, but I
- thought it better not to disturb it.
- “‘Where have you put it?’ asked Arthur.
- “‘In my own bureau.’
- “‘Well, I hope to goodness the house won’t be burgled during the
- night.’ said he.
- “‘It is locked up,’ I answered.
- “‘Oh, any old key will fit that bureau. When I was a youngster I have
- opened it myself with the key of the box-room cupboard.’
- “He often had a wild way of talking, so that I thought little of what
- he said. He followed me to my room, however, that night with a very
- grave face.
- “‘Look here, dad,’ said he with his eyes cast down, ‘can you let me
- have £ 200?’
- “‘No, I cannot!’ I answered sharply. ‘I have been far too generous with
- you in money matters.’
- “‘You have been very kind,’ said he, ‘but I must have this money, or
- else I can never show my face inside the club again.’
- “‘And a very good thing, too!’ I cried.
- “‘Yes, but you would not have me leave it a dishonoured man,’ said he.
- ‘I could not bear the disgrace. I must raise the money in some way, and
- if you will not let me have it, then I must try other means.’
- “I was very angry, for this was the third demand during the month. ‘You
- shall not have a farthing from me,’ I cried, on which he bowed and left
- the room without another word.
- “When he was gone I unlocked my bureau, made sure that my treasure was
- safe, and locked it again. Then I started to go round the house to see
- that all was secure—a duty which I usually leave to Mary but which I
- thought it well to perform myself that night. As I came down the stairs
- I saw Mary herself at the side window of the hall, which she closed and
- fastened as I approached.
- “‘Tell me, dad,’ said she, looking, I thought, a little disturbed, ‘did
- you give Lucy, the maid, leave to go out to-night?’
- “‘Certainly not.’
- “‘She came in just now by the back door. I have no doubt that she has
- only been to the side gate to see someone, but I think that it is
- hardly safe and should be stopped.’
- “‘You must speak to her in the morning, or I will if you prefer it. Are
- you sure that everything is fastened?’
- “‘Quite sure, dad.’
- “‘Then, good-night.’ I kissed her and went up to my bedroom again,
- where I was soon asleep.
- “I am endeavouring to tell you everything, Mr. Holmes, which may have
- any bearing upon the case, but I beg that you will question me upon any
- point which I do not make clear.”
- “On the contrary, your statement is singularly lucid.”
- “I come to a part of my story now in which I should wish to be
- particularly so. I am not a very heavy sleeper, and the anxiety in my
- mind tended, no doubt, to make me even less so than usual. About two in
- the morning, then, I was awakened by some sound in the house. It had
- ceased ere I was wide awake, but it had left an impression behind it as
- though a window had gently closed somewhere. I lay listening with all
- my ears. Suddenly, to my horror, there was a distinct sound of
- footsteps moving softly in the next room. I slipped out of bed, all
- palpitating with fear, and peeped round the corner of my dressing-room
- door.
- “‘Arthur!’ I screamed, ‘you villain! you thief! How dare you touch that
- coronet?’
- “The gas was half up, as I had left it, and my unhappy boy, dressed
- only in his shirt and trousers, was standing beside the light, holding
- the coronet in his hands. He appeared to be wrenching at it, or bending
- it with all his strength. At my cry he dropped it from his grasp and
- turned as pale as death. I snatched it up and examined it. One of the
- gold corners, with three of the beryls in it, was missing.
- “‘You blackguard!’ I shouted, beside myself with rage. ‘You have
- destroyed it! You have dishonoured me forever! Where are the jewels
- which you have stolen?’
- “‘Stolen!’ he cried.
- “‘Yes, thief!’ I roared, shaking him by the shoulder.
- “‘There are none missing. There cannot be any missing,’ said he.
- “‘There are three missing. And you know where they are. Must I call you
- a liar as well as a thief? Did I not see you trying to tear off another
- piece?’
- “‘You have called me names enough,’ said he, ‘I will not stand it any
- longer. I shall not say another word about this business, since you
- have chosen to insult me. I will leave your house in the morning and
- make my own way in the world.’
- “‘You shall leave it in the hands of the police!’ I cried half-mad with
- grief and rage. ‘I shall have this matter probed to the bottom.’
- “‘You shall learn nothing from me,’ said he with a passion such as I
- should not have thought was in his nature. ‘If you choose to call the
- police, let the police find what they can.’
- “By this time the whole house was astir, for I had raised my voice in
- my anger. Mary was the first to rush into my room, and, at the sight of
- the coronet and of Arthur’s face, she read the whole story and, with a
- scream, fell down senseless on the ground. I sent the housemaid for the
- police and put the investigation into their hands at once. When the
- inspector and a constable entered the house, Arthur, who had stood
- sullenly with his arms folded, asked me whether it was my intention to
- charge him with theft. I answered that it had ceased to be a private
- matter, but had become a public one, since the ruined coronet was
- national property. I was determined that the law should have its way in
- everything.
- “‘At least,’ said he, ‘you will not have me arrested at once. It would
- be to your advantage as well as mine if I might leave the house for
- five minutes.’
- “‘That you may get away, or perhaps that you may conceal what you have
- stolen,’ said I. And then, realising the dreadful position in which I
- was placed, I implored him to remember that not only my honour but that
- of one who was far greater than I was at stake; and that he threatened
- to raise a scandal which would convulse the nation. He might avert it
- all if he would but tell me what he had done with the three missing
- stones.
- “‘You may as well face the matter,’ said I; ‘you have been caught in
- the act, and no confession could make your guilt more heinous. If you
- but make such reparation as is in your power, by telling us where the
- beryls are, all shall be forgiven and forgotten.’
- “‘Keep your forgiveness for those who ask for it,’ he answered, turning
- away from me with a sneer. I saw that he was too hardened for any words
- of mine to influence him. There was but one way for it. I called in the
- inspector and gave him into custody. A search was made at once not only
- of his person but of his room and of every portion of the house where
- he could possibly have concealed the gems; but no trace of them could
- be found, nor would the wretched boy open his mouth for all our
- persuasions and our threats. This morning he was removed to a cell, and
- I, after going through all the police formalities, have hurried round
- to you to implore you to use your skill in unravelling the matter. The
- police have openly confessed that they can at present make nothing of
- it. You may go to any expense which you think necessary. I have already
- offered a reward of £ 1000. My God, what shall I do! I have lost my
- honour, my gems, and my son in one night. Oh, what shall I do!”
- He put a hand on either side of his head and rocked himself to and fro,
- droning to himself like a child whose grief has got beyond words.
- Sherlock Holmes sat silent for some few minutes, with his brows knitted
- and his eyes fixed upon the fire.
- “Do you receive much company?” he asked.
- “None save my partner with his family and an occasional friend of
- Arthur’s. Sir George Burnwell has been several times lately. No one
- else, I think.”
- “Do you go out much in society?”
- “Arthur does. Mary and I stay at home. We neither of us care for it.”
- “That is unusual in a young girl.”
- “She is of a quiet nature. Besides, she is not so very young. She is
- four-and-twenty.”
- “This matter, from what you say, seems to have been a shock to her
- also.”
- “Terrible! She is even more affected than I.”
- “You have neither of you any doubt as to your son’s guilt?”
- “How can we have when I saw him with my own eyes with the coronet in
- his hands.”
- “I hardly consider that a conclusive proof. Was the remainder of the
- coronet at all injured?”
- “Yes, it was twisted.”
- “Do you not think, then, that he might have been trying to straighten
- it?”
- “God bless you! You are doing what you can for him and for me. But it
- is too heavy a task. What was he doing there at all? If his purpose
- were innocent, why did he not say so?”
- “Precisely. And if it were guilty, why did he not invent a lie? His
- silence appears to me to cut both ways. There are several singular
- points about the case. What did the police think of the noise which
- awoke you from your sleep?”
- “They considered that it might be caused by Arthur’s closing his
- bedroom door.”
- “A likely story! As if a man bent on felony would slam his door so as
- to wake a household. What did they say, then, of the disappearance of
- these gems?”
- “They are still sounding the planking and probing the furniture in the
- hope of finding them.”
- “Have they thought of looking outside the house?”
- “Yes, they have shown extraordinary energy. The whole garden has
- already been minutely examined.”
- “Now, my dear sir,” said Holmes, “is it not obvious to you now that
- this matter really strikes very much deeper than either you or the
- police were at first inclined to think? It appeared to you to be a
- simple case; to me it seems exceedingly complex. Consider what is
- involved by your theory. You suppose that your son came down from his
- bed, went, at great risk, to your dressing-room, opened your bureau,
- took out your coronet, broke off by main force a small portion of it,
- went off to some other place, concealed three gems out of the
- thirty-nine, with such skill that nobody can find them, and then
- returned with the other thirty-six into the room in which he exposed
- himself to the greatest danger of being discovered. I ask you now, is
- such a theory tenable?”
- “But what other is there?” cried the banker with a gesture of despair.
- “If his motives were innocent, why does he not explain them?”
- “It is our task to find that out,” replied Holmes; “so now, if you
- please, Mr. Holder, we will set off for Streatham together, and devote
- an hour to glancing a little more closely into details.”
- My friend insisted upon my accompanying them in their expedition, which
- I was eager enough to do, for my curiosity and sympathy were deeply
- stirred by the story to which we had listened. I confess that the guilt
- of the banker’s son appeared to me to be as obvious as it did to his
- unhappy father, but still I had such faith in Holmes’ judgment that I
- felt that there must be some grounds for hope as long as he was
- dissatisfied with the accepted explanation. He hardly spoke a word the
- whole way out to the southern suburb, but sat with his chin upon his
- breast and his hat drawn over his eyes, sunk in the deepest thought.
- Our client appeared to have taken fresh heart at the little glimpse of
- hope which had been presented to him, and he even broke into a
- desultory chat with me over his business affairs. A short railway
- journey and a shorter walk brought us to Fairbank, the modest residence
- of the great financier.
- Fairbank was a good-sized square house of white stone, standing back a
- little from the road. A double carriage-sweep, with a snow-clad lawn,
- stretched down in front to two large iron gates which closed the
- entrance. On the right side was a small wooden thicket, which led into
- a narrow path between two neat hedges stretching from the road to the
- kitchen door, and forming the tradesmen’s entrance. On the left ran a
- lane which led to the stables, and was not itself within the grounds at
- all, being a public, though little used, thoroughfare. Holmes left us
- standing at the door and walked slowly all round the house, across the
- front, down the tradesmen’s path, and so round by the garden behind
- into the stable lane. So long was he that Mr. Holder and I went into
- the dining-room and waited by the fire until he should return. We were
- sitting there in silence when the door opened and a young lady came in.
- She was rather above the middle height, slim, with dark hair and eyes,
- which seemed the darker against the absolute pallor of her skin. I do
- not think that I have ever seen such deadly paleness in a woman’s face.
- Her lips, too, were bloodless, but her eyes were flushed with crying.
- As she swept silently into the room she impressed me with a greater
- sense of grief than the banker had done in the morning, and it was the
- more striking in her as she was evidently a woman of strong character,
- with immense capacity for self-restraint. Disregarding my presence, she
- went straight to her uncle and passed her hand over his head with a
- sweet womanly caress.
- “You have given orders that Arthur should be liberated, have you not,
- dad?” she asked.
- “No, no, my girl, the matter must be probed to the bottom.”
- “But I am so sure that he is innocent. You know what woman’s instincts
- are. I know that he has done no harm and that you will be sorry for
- having acted so harshly.”
- “Why is he silent, then, if he is innocent?”
- “Who knows? Perhaps because he was so angry that you should suspect
- him.”
- “How could I help suspecting him, when I actually saw him with the
- coronet in his hand?”
- “Oh, but he had only picked it up to look at it. Oh, do, do take my
- word for it that he is innocent. Let the matter drop and say no more.
- It is so dreadful to think of our dear Arthur in prison!”
- “I shall never let it drop until the gems are found—never, Mary! Your
- affection for Arthur blinds you as to the awful consequences to me. Far
- from hushing the thing up, I have brought a gentleman down from London
- to inquire more deeply into it.”
- “This gentleman?” she asked, facing round to me.
- “No, his friend. He wished us to leave him alone. He is round in the
- stable lane now.”
- “The stable lane?” She raised her dark eyebrows. “What can he hope to
- find there? Ah! this, I suppose, is he. I trust, sir, that you will
- succeed in proving, what I feel sure is the truth, that my cousin
- Arthur is innocent of this crime.”
- “I fully share your opinion, and I trust, with you, that we may prove
- it,” returned Holmes, going back to the mat to knock the snow from his
- shoes. “I believe I have the honour of addressing Miss Mary Holder.
- Might I ask you a question or two?”
- “Pray do, sir, if it may help to clear this horrible affair up.”
- “You heard nothing yourself last night?”
- “Nothing, until my uncle here began to speak loudly. I heard that, and
- I came down.”
- “You shut up the windows and doors the night before. Did you fasten all
- the windows?”
- “Yes.”
- “Were they all fastened this morning?”
- “Yes.”
- “You have a maid who has a sweetheart? I think that you remarked to
- your uncle last night that she had been out to see him?”
- “Yes, and she was the girl who waited in the drawing-room, and who may
- have heard uncle’s remarks about the coronet.”
- “I see. You infer that she may have gone out to tell her sweetheart,
- and that the two may have planned the robbery.”
- “But what is the good of all these vague theories,” cried the banker
- impatiently, “when I have told you that I saw Arthur with the coronet
- in his hands?”
- “Wait a little, Mr. Holder. We must come back to that. About this girl,
- Miss Holder. You saw her return by the kitchen door, I presume?”
- “Yes; when I went to see if the door was fastened for the night I met
- her slipping in. I saw the man, too, in the gloom.”
- “Do you know him?”
- “Oh, yes! he is the greengrocer who brings our vegetables round. His
- name is Francis Prosper.”
- “He stood,” said Holmes, “to the left of the door—that is to say,
- farther up the path than is necessary to reach the door?”
- “Yes, he did.”
- “And he is a man with a wooden leg?”
- Something like fear sprang up in the young lady’s expressive black
- eyes. “Why, you are like a magician,” said she. “How do you know that?”
- She smiled, but there was no answering smile in Holmes’ thin, eager
- face.
- “I should be very glad now to go upstairs,” said he. “I shall probably
- wish to go over the outside of the house again. Perhaps I had better
- take a look at the lower windows before I go up.”
- He walked swiftly round from one to the other, pausing only at the
- large one which looked from the hall onto the stable lane. This he
- opened and made a very careful examination of the sill with his
- powerful magnifying lens. “Now we shall go upstairs,” said he at last.
- The banker’s dressing-room was a plainly furnished little chamber, with
- a grey carpet, a large bureau, and a long mirror. Holmes went to the
- bureau first and looked hard at the lock.
- “Which key was used to open it?” he asked.
- “That which my son himself indicated—that of the cupboard of the
- lumber-room.”
- “Have you it here?”
- “That is it on the dressing-table.”
- Sherlock Holmes took it up and opened the bureau.
- “It is a noiseless lock,” said he. “It is no wonder that it did not
- wake you. This case, I presume, contains the coronet. We must have a
- look at it.” He opened the case, and taking out the diadem he laid it
- upon the table. It was a magnificent specimen of the jeweller’s art,
- and the thirty-six stones were the finest that I have ever seen. At one
- side of the coronet was a cracked edge, where a corner holding three
- gems had been torn away.
- “Now, Mr. Holder,” said Holmes, “here is the corner which corresponds
- to that which has been so unfortunately lost. Might I beg that you will
- break it off.”
- The banker recoiled in horror. “I should not dream of trying,” said he.
- “Then I will.” Holmes suddenly bent his strength upon it, but without
- result. “I feel it give a little,” said he; “but, though I am
- exceptionally strong in the fingers, it would take me all my time to
- break it. An ordinary man could not do it. Now, what do you think would
- happen if I did break it, Mr. Holder? There would be a noise like a
- pistol shot. Do you tell me that all this happened within a few yards
- of your bed and that you heard nothing of it?”
- “I do not know what to think. It is all dark to me.”
- “But perhaps it may grow lighter as we go. What do you think, Miss
- Holder?”
- “I confess that I still share my uncle’s perplexity.”
- “Your son had no shoes or slippers on when you saw him?”
- “He had nothing on save only his trousers and shirt.”
- “Thank you. We have certainly been favoured with extraordinary luck
- during this inquiry, and it will be entirely our own fault if we do not
- succeed in clearing the matter up. With your permission, Mr. Holder, I
- shall now continue my investigations outside.”
- He went alone, at his own request, for he explained that any
- unnecessary footmarks might make his task more difficult. For an hour
- or more he was at work, returning at last with his feet heavy with snow
- and his features as inscrutable as ever.
- “I think that I have seen now all that there is to see, Mr. Holder,”
- said he; “I can serve you best by returning to my rooms.”
- “But the gems, Mr. Holmes. Where are they?”
- “I cannot tell.”
- The banker wrung his hands. “I shall never see them again!” he cried.
- “And my son? You give me hopes?”
- “My opinion is in no way altered.”
- “Then, for God’s sake, what was this dark business which was acted in
- my house last night?”
- “If you can call upon me at my Baker Street rooms to-morrow morning
- between nine and ten I shall be happy to do what I can to make it
- clearer. I understand that you give me _carte blanche_ to act for you,
- provided only that I get back the gems, and that you place no limit on
- the sum I may draw.”
- “I would give my fortune to have them back.”
- “Very good. I shall look into the matter between this and then.
- Good-bye; it is just possible that I may have to come over here again
- before evening.”
- It was obvious to me that my companion’s mind was now made up about the
- case, although what his conclusions were was more than I could even
- dimly imagine. Several times during our homeward journey I endeavoured
- to sound him upon the point, but he always glided away to some other
- topic, until at last I gave it over in despair. It was not yet three
- when we found ourselves in our rooms once more. He hurried to his
- chamber and was down again in a few minutes dressed as a common loafer.
- With his collar turned up, his shiny, seedy coat, his red cravat, and
- his worn boots, he was a perfect sample of the class.
- “I think that this should do,” said he, glancing into the glass above
- the fireplace. “I only wish that you could come with me, Watson, but I
- fear that it won’t do. I may be on the trail in this matter, or I may
- be following a will-o’-the-wisp, but I shall soon know which it is. I
- hope that I may be back in a few hours.” He cut a slice of beef from
- the joint upon the sideboard, sandwiched it between two rounds of
- bread, and thrusting this rude meal into his pocket he started off upon
- his expedition.
- I had just finished my tea when he returned, evidently in excellent
- spirits, swinging an old elastic-sided boot in his hand. He chucked it
- down into a corner and helped himself to a cup of tea.
- “I only looked in as I passed,” said he. “I am going right on.”
- “Where to?”
- “Oh, to the other side of the West End. It may be some time before I
- get back. Don’t wait up for me in case I should be late.”
- “How are you getting on?”
- “Oh, so so. Nothing to complain of. I have been out to Streatham since
- I saw you last, but I did not call at the house. It is a very sweet
- little problem, and I would not have missed it for a good deal.
- However, I must not sit gossiping here, but must get these disreputable
- clothes off and return to my highly respectable self.”
- I could see by his manner that he had stronger reasons for satisfaction
- than his words alone would imply. His eyes twinkled, and there was even
- a touch of colour upon his sallow cheeks. He hastened upstairs, and a
- few minutes later I heard the slam of the hall door, which told me that
- he was off once more upon his congenial hunt.
- I waited until midnight, but there was no sign of his return, so I
- retired to my room. It was no uncommon thing for him to be away for
- days and nights on end when he was hot upon a scent, so that his
- lateness caused me no surprise. I do not know at what hour he came in,
- but when I came down to breakfast in the morning there he was with a
- cup of coffee in one hand and the paper in the other, as fresh and trim
- as possible.
- “You will excuse my beginning without you, Watson,” said he, “but you
- remember that our client has rather an early appointment this morning.”
- “Why, it is after nine now,” I answered. “I should not be surprised if
- that were he. I thought I heard a ring.”
- It was, indeed, our friend the financier. I was shocked by the change
- which had come over him, for his face which was naturally of a broad
- and massive mould, was now pinched and fallen in, while his hair seemed
- to me at least a shade whiter. He entered with a weariness and lethargy
- which was even more painful than his violence of the morning before,
- and he dropped heavily into the armchair which I pushed forward for
- him.
- “I do not know what I have done to be so severely tried,” said he.
- “Only two days ago I was a happy and prosperous man, without a care in
- the world. Now I am left to a lonely and dishonoured age. One sorrow
- comes close upon the heels of another. My niece, Mary, has deserted
- me.”
- “Deserted you?”
- “Yes. Her bed this morning had not been slept in, her room was empty,
- and a note for me lay upon the hall table. I had said to her last
- night, in sorrow and not in anger, that if she had married my boy all
- might have been well with him. Perhaps it was thoughtless of me to say
- so. It is to that remark that she refers in this note:
- “‘MY DEAREST UNCLE,—I feel that I have brought trouble upon you,
- and that if I had acted differently this terrible misfortune might
- never have occurred. I cannot, with this thought in my mind, ever
- again be happy under your roof, and I feel that I must leave you
- forever. Do not worry about my future, for that is provided for;
- and, above all, do not search for me, for it will be fruitless
- labour and an ill-service to me. In life or in death, I am ever
- your loving,
- “‘MARY.’
- “What could she mean by that note, Mr. Holmes? Do you think it points
- to suicide?”
- “No, no, nothing of the kind. It is perhaps the best possible solution.
- I trust, Mr. Holder, that you are nearing the end of your troubles.”
- “Ha! You say so! You have heard something, Mr. Holmes; you have learned
- something! Where are the gems?”
- “You would not think £ 1000 apiece an excessive sum for them?”
- “I would pay ten.”
- “That would be unnecessary. Three thousand will cover the matter. And
- there is a little reward, I fancy. Have you your cheque-book? Here is a
- pen. Better make it out for £ 4000.”
- With a dazed face the banker made out the required check. Holmes walked
- over to his desk, took out a little triangular piece of gold with three
- gems in it, and threw it down upon the table.
- With a shriek of joy our client clutched it up.
- “You have it!” he gasped. “I am saved! I am saved!”
- The reaction of joy was as passionate as his grief had been, and he
- hugged his recovered gems to his bosom.
- “There is one other thing you owe, Mr. Holder,” said Sherlock Holmes
- rather sternly.
- “Owe!” He caught up a pen. “Name the sum, and I will pay it.”
- “No, the debt is not to me. You owe a very humble apology to that noble
- lad, your son, who has carried himself in this matter as I should be
- proud to see my own son do, should I ever chance to have one.”
- “Then it was not Arthur who took them?”
- “I told you yesterday, and I repeat to-day, that it was not.”
- “You are sure of it! Then let us hurry to him at once to let him know
- that the truth is known.”
- “He knows it already. When I had cleared it all up I had an interview
- with him, and finding that he would not tell me the story, I told it to
- him, on which he had to confess that I was right and to add the very
- few details which were not yet quite clear to me. Your news of this
- morning, however, may open his lips.”
- “For Heaven’s sake, tell me, then, what is this extraordinary mystery!”
- “I will do so, and I will show you the steps by which I reached it. And
- let me say to you, first, that which it is hardest for me to say and
- for you to hear: there has been an understanding between Sir George
- Burnwell and your niece Mary. They have now fled together.”
- “My Mary? Impossible!”
- “It is unfortunately more than possible; it is certain. Neither you nor
- your son knew the true character of this man when you admitted him into
- your family circle. He is one of the most dangerous men in England—a
- ruined gambler, an absolutely desperate villain, a man without heart or
- conscience. Your niece knew nothing of such men. When he breathed his
- vows to her, as he had done to a hundred before her, she flattered
- herself that she alone had touched his heart. The devil knows best what
- he said, but at least she became his tool and was in the habit of
- seeing him nearly every evening.”
- “I cannot, and I will not, believe it!” cried the banker with an ashen
- face.
- “I will tell you, then, what occurred in your house last night. Your
- niece, when you had, as she thought, gone to your room, slipped down
- and talked to her lover through the window which leads into the stable
- lane. His footmarks had pressed right through the snow, so long had he
- stood there. She told him of the coronet. His wicked lust for gold
- kindled at the news, and he bent her to his will. I have no doubt that
- she loved you, but there are women in whom the love of a lover
- extinguishes all other loves, and I think that she must have been one.
- She had hardly listened to his instructions when she saw you coming
- downstairs, on which she closed the window rapidly and told you about
- one of the servants’ escapade with her wooden-legged lover, which was
- all perfectly true.
- “Your boy, Arthur, went to bed after his interview with you but he
- slept badly on account of his uneasiness about his club debts. In the
- middle of the night he heard a soft tread pass his door, so he rose
- and, looking out, was surprised to see his cousin walking very
- stealthily along the passage until she disappeared into your
- dressing-room. Petrified with astonishment, the lad slipped on some
- clothes and waited there in the dark to see what would come of this
- strange affair. Presently she emerged from the room again, and in the
- light of the passage-lamp your son saw that she carried the precious
- coronet in her hands. She passed down the stairs, and he, thrilling
- with horror, ran along and slipped behind the curtain near your door,
- whence he could see what passed in the hall beneath. He saw her
- stealthily open the window, hand out the coronet to someone in the
- gloom, and then closing it once more hurry back to her room, passing
- quite close to where he stood hid behind the curtain.
- “As long as she was on the scene he could not take any action without a
- horrible exposure of the woman whom he loved. But the instant that she
- was gone he realised how crushing a misfortune this would be for you,
- and how all-important it was to set it right. He rushed down, just as
- he was, in his bare feet, opened the window, sprang out into the snow,
- and ran down the lane, where he could see a dark figure in the
- moonlight. Sir George Burnwell tried to get away, but Arthur caught
- him, and there was a struggle between them, your lad tugging at one
- side of the coronet, and his opponent at the other. In the scuffle,
- your son struck Sir George and cut him over the eye. Then something
- suddenly snapped, and your son, finding that he had the coronet in his
- hands, rushed back, closed the window, ascended to your room, and had
- just observed that the coronet had been twisted in the struggle and was
- endeavouring to straighten it when you appeared upon the scene.”
- “Is it possible?” gasped the banker.
- “You then roused his anger by calling him names at a moment when he
- felt that he had deserved your warmest thanks. He could not explain the
- true state of affairs without betraying one who certainly deserved
- little enough consideration at his hands. He took the more chivalrous
- view, however, and preserved her secret.”
- “And that was why she shrieked and fainted when she saw the coronet,”
- cried Mr. Holder. “Oh, my God! what a blind fool I have been! And his
- asking to be allowed to go out for five minutes! The dear fellow wanted
- to see if the missing piece were at the scene of the struggle. How
- cruelly I have misjudged him!”
- “When I arrived at the house,” continued Holmes, “I at once went very
- carefully round it to observe if there were any traces in the snow
- which might help me. I knew that none had fallen since the evening
- before, and also that there had been a strong frost to preserve
- impressions. I passed along the tradesmen’s path, but found it all
- trampled down and indistinguishable. Just beyond it, however, at the
- far side of the kitchen door, a woman had stood and talked with a man,
- whose round impressions on one side showed that he had a wooden leg. I
- could even tell that they had been disturbed, for the woman had run
- back swiftly to the door, as was shown by the deep toe and light heel
- marks, while Wooden-leg had waited a little, and then had gone away. I
- thought at the time that this might be the maid and her sweetheart, of
- whom you had already spoken to me, and inquiry showed it was so. I
- passed round the garden without seeing anything more than random
- tracks, which I took to be the police; but when I got into the stable
- lane a very long and complex story was written in the snow in front of
- me.
- “There was a double line of tracks of a booted man, and a second double
- line which I saw with delight belonged to a man with naked feet. I was
- at once convinced from what you had told me that the latter was your
- son. The first had walked both ways, but the other had run swiftly, and
- as his tread was marked in places over the depression of the boot, it
- was obvious that he had passed after the other. I followed them up and
- found they led to the hall window, where Boots had worn all the snow
- away while waiting. Then I walked to the other end, which was a hundred
- yards or more down the lane. I saw where Boots had faced round, where
- the snow was cut up as though there had been a struggle, and, finally,
- where a few drops of blood had fallen, to show me that I was not
- mistaken. Boots had then run down the lane, and another little smudge
- of blood showed that it was he who had been hurt. When he came to the
- highroad at the other end, I found that the pavement had been cleared,
- so there was an end to that clue.
- “On entering the house, however, I examined, as you remember, the sill
- and framework of the hall window with my lens, and I could at once see
- that someone had passed out. I could distinguish the outline of an
- instep where the wet foot had been placed in coming in. I was then
- beginning to be able to form an opinion as to what had occurred. A man
- had waited outside the window; someone had brought the gems; the deed
- had been overseen by your son; he had pursued the thief; had struggled
- with him; they had each tugged at the coronet, their united strength
- causing injuries which neither alone could have effected. He had
- returned with the prize, but had left a fragment in the grasp of his
- opponent. So far I was clear. The question now was, who was the man and
- who was it brought him the coronet?
- “It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the impossible,
- whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Now, I knew
- that it was not you who had brought it down, so there only remained
- your niece and the maids. But if it were the maids, why should your son
- allow himself to be accused in their place? There could be no possible
- reason. As he loved his cousin, however, there was an excellent
- explanation why he should retain her secret—the more so as the secret
- was a disgraceful one. When I remembered that you had seen her at that
- window, and how she had fainted on seeing the coronet again, my
- conjecture became a certainty.
- “And who could it be who was her confederate? A lover evidently, for
- who else could outweigh the love and gratitude which she must feel to
- you? I knew that you went out little, and that your circle of friends
- was a very limited one. But among them was Sir George Burnwell. I had
- heard of him before as being a man of evil reputation among women. It
- must have been he who wore those boots and retained the missing gems.
- Even though he knew that Arthur had discovered him, he might still
- flatter himself that he was safe, for the lad could not say a word
- without compromising his own family.
- “Well, your own good sense will suggest what measures I took next. I
- went in the shape of a loafer to Sir George’s house, managed to pick up
- an acquaintance with his valet, learned that his master had cut his
- head the night before, and, finally, at the expense of six shillings,
- made all sure by buying a pair of his cast-off shoes. With these I
- journeyed down to Streatham and saw that they exactly fitted the
- tracks.”
- “I saw an ill-dressed vagabond in the lane yesterday evening,” said Mr.
- Holder.
- “Precisely. It was I. I found that I had my man, so I came home and
- changed my clothes. It was a delicate part which I had to play then,
- for I saw that a prosecution must be avoided to avert scandal, and I
- knew that so astute a villain would see that our hands were tied in the
- matter. I went and saw him. At first, of course, he denied everything.
- But when I gave him every particular that had occurred, he tried to
- bluster and took down a life-preserver from the wall. I knew my man,
- however, and I clapped a pistol to his head before he could strike.
- Then he became a little more reasonable. I told him that we would give
- him a price for the stones he held—£ 1000 apiece. That brought out the
- first signs of grief that he had shown. ‘Why, dash it all!’ said he,
- ‘I’ve let them go at six hundred for the three!’ I soon managed to get
- the address of the receiver who had them, on promising him that there
- would be no prosecution. Off I set to him, and after much chaffering I
- got our stones at £ 1000 apiece. Then I looked in upon your son, told
- him that all was right, and eventually got to my bed about two o’clock,
- after what I may call a really hard day’s work.”
- “A day which has saved England from a great public scandal,” said the
- banker, rising. “Sir, I cannot find words to thank you, but you shall
- not find me ungrateful for what you have done. Your skill has indeed
- exceeded all that I have heard of it. And now I must fly to my dear boy
- to apologise to him for the wrong which I have done him. As to what you
- tell me of poor Mary, it goes to my very heart. Not even your skill can
- inform me where she is now.”
- “I think that we may safely say,” returned Holmes, “that she is
- wherever Sir George Burnwell is. It is equally certain, too, that
- whatever her sins are, they will soon receive a more than sufficient
- punishment.”
- XII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE COPPER BEECHES
- “To the man who loves art for its own sake,” remarked Sherlock Holmes,
- tossing aside the advertisement sheet of _The Daily Telegraph_, “it is
- frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the
- keenest pleasure is to be derived. It is pleasant to me to observe,
- Watson, that you have so far grasped this truth that in these little
- records of our cases which you have been good enough to draw up, and, I
- am bound to say, occasionally to embellish, you have given prominence
- not so much to the many _causes célèbres_ and sensational trials in
- which I have figured but rather to those incidents which may have been
- trivial in themselves, but which have given room for those faculties of
- deduction and of logical synthesis which I have made my special
- province.”
- “And yet,” said I, smiling, “I cannot quite hold myself absolved from
- the charge of sensationalism which has been urged against my records.”
- “You have erred, perhaps,” he observed, taking up a glowing cinder with
- the tongs and lighting with it the long cherry-wood pipe which was wont
- to replace his clay when he was in a disputatious rather than a
- meditative mood—“you have erred perhaps in attempting to put colour and
- life into each of your statements instead of confining yourself to the
- task of placing upon record that severe reasoning from cause to effect
- which is really the only notable feature about the thing.”
- “It seems to me that I have done you full justice in the matter,” I
- remarked with some coldness, for I was repelled by the egotism which I
- had more than once observed to be a strong factor in my friend’s
- singular character.
- “No, it is not selfishness or conceit,” said he, answering, as was his
- wont, my thoughts rather than my words. “If I claim full justice for my
- art, it is because it is an impersonal thing—a thing beyond myself.
- Crime is common. Logic is rare. Therefore it is upon the logic rather
- than upon the crime that you should dwell. You have degraded what
- should have been a course of lectures into a series of tales.”
- It was a cold morning of the early spring, and we sat after breakfast
- on either side of a cheery fire in the old room at Baker Street. A
- thick fog rolled down between the lines of dun-coloured houses, and the
- opposing windows loomed like dark, shapeless blurs through the heavy
- yellow wreaths. Our gas was lit and shone on the white cloth and
- glimmer of china and metal, for the table had not been cleared yet.
- Sherlock Holmes had been silent all the morning, dipping continuously
- into the advertisement columns of a succession of papers until at last,
- having apparently given up his search, he had emerged in no very sweet
- temper to lecture me upon my literary shortcomings.
- “At the same time,” he remarked after a pause, during which he had sat
- puffing at his long pipe and gazing down into the fire, “you can hardly
- be open to a charge of sensationalism, for out of these cases which you
- have been so kind as to interest yourself in, a fair proportion do not
- treat of crime, in its legal sense, at all. The small matter in which I
- endeavoured to help the King of Bohemia, the singular experience of
- Miss Mary Sutherland, the problem connected with the man with the
- twisted lip, and the incident of the noble bachelor, were all matters
- which are outside the pale of the law. But in avoiding the sensational,
- I fear that you may have bordered on the trivial.”
- “The end may have been so,” I answered, “but the methods I hold to have
- been novel and of interest.”
- “Pshaw, my dear fellow, what do the public, the great unobservant
- public, who could hardly tell a weaver by his tooth or a compositor by
- his left thumb, care about the finer shades of analysis and deduction!
- But, indeed, if you are trivial, I cannot blame you, for the days of
- the great cases are past. Man, or at least criminal man, has lost all
- enterprise and originality. As to my own little practice, it seems to
- be degenerating into an agency for recovering lost lead pencils and
- giving advice to young ladies from boarding-schools. I think that I
- have touched bottom at last, however. This note I had this morning
- marks my zero-point, I fancy. Read it!” He tossed a crumpled letter
- across to me.
- It was dated from Montague Place upon the preceding evening, and ran
- thus:
- “DEAR MR. HOLMES,—I am very anxious to consult you as to whether I
- should or should not accept a situation which has been offered to
- me as governess. I shall call at half-past ten to-morrow if I do
- not inconvenience you. Yours faithfully,
- “VIOLET HUNTER.”
- “Do you know the young lady?” I asked.
- “Not I.”
- “It is half-past ten now.”
- “Yes, and I have no doubt that is her ring.”
- “It may turn out to be of more interest than you think. You remember
- that the affair of the blue carbuncle, which appeared to be a mere whim
- at first, developed into a serious investigation. It may be so in this
- case, also.”
- “Well, let us hope so. But our doubts will very soon be solved, for
- here, unless I am much mistaken, is the person in question.”
- As he spoke the door opened and a young lady entered the room. She was
- plainly but neatly dressed, with a bright, quick face, freckled like a
- plover’s egg, and with the brisk manner of a woman who has had her own
- way to make in the world.
- “You will excuse my troubling you, I am sure,” said she, as my
- companion rose to greet her, “but I have had a very strange experience,
- and as I have no parents or relations of any sort from whom I could ask
- advice, I thought that perhaps you would be kind enough to tell me what
- I should do.”
- “Pray take a seat, Miss Hunter. I shall be happy to do anything that I
- can to serve you.”
- I could see that Holmes was favourably impressed by the manner and
- speech of his new client. He looked her over in his searching fashion,
- and then composed himself, with his lids drooping and his finger-tips
- together, to listen to her story.
- “I have been a governess for five years,” said she, “in the family of
- Colonel Spence Munro, but two months ago the colonel received an
- appointment at Halifax, in Nova Scotia, and took his children over to
- America with him, so that I found myself without a situation. I
- advertised, and I answered advertisements, but without success. At last
- the little money which I had saved began to run short, and I was at my
- wit’s end as to what I should do.
- “There is a well-known agency for governesses in the West End called
- Westaway’s, and there I used to call about once a week in order to see
- whether anything had turned up which might suit me. Westaway was the
- name of the founder of the business, but it is really managed by Miss
- Stoper. She sits in her own little office, and the ladies who are
- seeking employment wait in an anteroom, and are then shown in one by
- one, when she consults her ledgers and sees whether she has anything
- which would suit them.
- “Well, when I called last week I was shown into the little office as
- usual, but I found that Miss Stoper was not alone. A prodigiously stout
- man with a very smiling face and a great heavy chin which rolled down
- in fold upon fold over his throat sat at her elbow with a pair of
- glasses on his nose, looking very earnestly at the ladies who entered.
- As I came in he gave quite a jump in his chair and turned quickly to
- Miss Stoper.
- “‘That will do,’ said he; ‘I could not ask for anything better.
- Capital! capital!’ He seemed quite enthusiastic and rubbed his hands
- together in the most genial fashion. He was such a comfortable-looking
- man that it was quite a pleasure to look at him.
- “‘You are looking for a situation, miss?’ he asked.
- “‘Yes, sir.’
- “‘As governess?’
- “‘Yes, sir.’
- “‘And what salary do you ask?’
- “‘I had £ 4 a month in my last place with Colonel Spence Munro.’
- “‘Oh, tut, tut! sweating—rank sweating!’ he cried, throwing his fat
- hands out into the air like a man who is in a boiling passion. ‘How
- could anyone offer so pitiful a sum to a lady with such attractions and
- accomplishments?’
- “‘My accomplishments, sir, may be less than you imagine,’ said I. ‘A
- little French, a little German, music, and drawing—’
- “‘Tut, tut!’ he cried. ‘This is all quite beside the question. The
- point is, have you or have you not the bearing and deportment of a
- lady? There it is in a nutshell. If you have not, you are not fitted
- for the rearing of a child who may some day play a considerable part in
- the history of the country. But if you have why, then, how could any
- gentleman ask you to condescend to accept anything under the three
- figures? Your salary with me, madam, would commence at £ 100 a year.’
- “You may imagine, Mr. Holmes, that to me, destitute as I was, such an
- offer seemed almost too good to be true. The gentleman, however, seeing
- perhaps the look of incredulity upon my face, opened a pocket-book and
- took out a note.
- “‘It is also my custom,’ said he, smiling in the most pleasant fashion
- until his eyes were just two little shining slits amid the white
- creases of his face, ‘to advance to my young ladies half their salary
- beforehand, so that they may meet any little expenses of their journey
- and their wardrobe.’
- “It seemed to me that I had never met so fascinating and so thoughtful
- a man. As I was already in debt to my tradesmen, the advance was a
- great convenience, and yet there was something unnatural about the
- whole transaction which made me wish to know a little more before I
- quite committed myself.
- “‘May I ask where you live, sir?’ said I.
- “‘Hampshire. Charming rural place. The Copper Beeches, five miles on
- the far side of Winchester. It is the most lovely country, my dear
- young lady, and the dearest old country-house.’
- “‘And my duties, sir? I should be glad to know what they would be.’
- “‘One child—one dear little romper just six years old. Oh, if you could
- see him killing cockroaches with a slipper! Smack! smack! smack! Three
- gone before you could wink!’ He leaned back in his chair and laughed
- his eyes into his head again.
- “I was a little startled at the nature of the child’s amusement, but
- the father’s laughter made me think that perhaps he was joking.
- “‘My sole duties, then,’ I asked, ‘are to take charge of a single
- child?’
- “‘No, no, not the sole, not the sole, my dear young lady,’ he cried.
- ‘Your duty would be, as I am sure your good sense would suggest, to
- obey any little commands my wife might give, provided always that they
- were such commands as a lady might with propriety obey. You see no
- difficulty, heh?’
- “‘I should be happy to make myself useful.’
- “‘Quite so. In dress now, for example. We are faddy people, you
- know—faddy but kind-hearted. If you were asked to wear any dress which
- we might give you, you would not object to our little whim. Heh?’
- “‘No,’ said I, considerably astonished at his words.
- “‘Or to sit here, or sit there, that would not be offensive to you?’
- “‘Oh, no.’
- “‘Or to cut your hair quite short before you come to us?’
- “I could hardly believe my ears. As you may observe, Mr. Holmes, my
- hair is somewhat luxuriant, and of a rather peculiar tint of chestnut.
- It has been considered artistic. I could not dream of sacrificing it in
- this offhand fashion.
- “‘I am afraid that that is quite impossible,’ said I. He had been
- watching me eagerly out of his small eyes, and I could see a shadow
- pass over his face as I spoke.
- “‘I am afraid that it is quite essential,’ said he. ‘It is a little
- fancy of my wife’s, and ladies’ fancies, you know, madam, ladies’
- fancies must be consulted. And so you won’t cut your hair?’
- “‘No, sir, I really could not,’ I answered firmly.
- “‘Ah, very well; then that quite settles the matter. It is a pity,
- because in other respects you would really have done very nicely. In
- that case, Miss Stoper, I had best inspect a few more of your young
- ladies.’
- “The manageress had sat all this while busy with her papers without a
- word to either of us, but she glanced at me now with so much annoyance
- upon her face that I could not help suspecting that she had lost a
- handsome commission through my refusal.
- “‘Do you desire your name to be kept upon the books?’ she asked.
- “‘If you please, Miss Stoper.’
- “‘Well, really, it seems rather useless, since you refuse the most
- excellent offers in this fashion,’ said she sharply. ‘You can hardly
- expect us to exert ourselves to find another such opening for you.
- Good-day to you, Miss Hunter.’ She struck a gong upon the table, and I
- was shown out by the page.
- “Well, Mr. Holmes, when I got back to my lodgings and found little
- enough in the cupboard, and two or three bills upon the table, I began
- to ask myself whether I had not done a very foolish thing. After all,
- if these people had strange fads and expected obedience on the most
- extraordinary matters, they were at least ready to pay for their
- eccentricity. Very few governesses in England are getting £ 100 a year.
- Besides, what use was my hair to me? Many people are improved by
- wearing it short and perhaps I should be among the number. Next day I
- was inclined to think that I had made a mistake, and by the day after I
- was sure of it. I had almost overcome my pride so far as to go back to
- the agency and inquire whether the place was still open when I received
- this letter from the gentleman himself. I have it here and I will read
- it to you:
- “‘The Copper Beeches, near Winchester.
- “‘DEAR MISS HUNTER,—Miss Stoper has very kindly given me your
- address, and I write from here to ask you whether you have
- reconsidered your decision. My wife is very anxious that you should
- come, for she has been much attracted by my description of you. We
- are willing to give £ 30 a quarter, or £ 120 a year, so as to
- recompense you for any little inconvenience which our fads may
- cause you. They are not very exacting, after all. My wife is fond
- of a particular shade of electric blue and would like you to wear
- such a dress indoors in the morning. You need not, however, go to
- the expense of purchasing one, as we have one belonging to my dear
- daughter Alice (now in Philadelphia), which would, I should think,
- fit you very well. Then, as to sitting here or there, or amusing
- yourself in any manner indicated, that need cause you no
- inconvenience. As regards your hair, it is no doubt a pity,
- especially as I could not help remarking its beauty during our
- short interview, but I am afraid that I must remain firm upon this
- point, and I only hope that the increased salary may recompense you
- for the loss. Your duties, as far as the child is concerned, are
- very light. Now do try to come, and I shall meet you with the
- dog-cart at Winchester. Let me know your train. Yours faithfully,
- “‘JEPHRO RUCASTLE.’
- “That is the letter which I have just received, Mr. Holmes, and my mind
- is made up that I will accept it. I thought, however, that before
- taking the final step I should like to submit the whole matter to your
- consideration.”
- “Well, Miss Hunter, if your mind is made up, that settles the
- question,” said Holmes, smiling.
- “But you would not advise me to refuse?”
- “I confess that it is not the situation which I should like to see a
- sister of mine apply for.”
- “What is the meaning of it all, Mr. Holmes?”
- “Ah, I have no data. I cannot tell. Perhaps you have yourself formed
- some opinion?”
- “Well, there seems to me to be only one possible solution. Mr. Rucastle
- seemed to be a very kind, good-natured man. Is it not possible that his
- wife is a lunatic, that he desires to keep the matter quiet for fear
- she should be taken to an asylum, and that he humours her fancies in
- every way in order to prevent an outbreak?”
- “That is a possible solution—in fact, as matters stand, it is the most
- probable one. But in any case it does not seem to be a nice household
- for a young lady.”
- “But the money, Mr. Holmes, the money!”
- “Well, yes, of course the pay is good—too good. That is what makes me
- uneasy. Why should they give you £ 120 a year, when they could have
- their pick for £ 40? There must be some strong reason behind.”
- “I thought that if I told you the circumstances you would understand
- afterwards if I wanted your help. I should feel so much stronger if I
- felt that you were at the back of me.”
- “Oh, you may carry that feeling away with you. I assure you that your
- little problem promises to be the most interesting which has come my
- way for some months. There is something distinctly novel about some of
- the features. If you should find yourself in doubt or in danger—”
- “Danger! What danger do you foresee?”
- Holmes shook his head gravely. “It would cease to be a danger if we
- could define it,” said he. “But at any time, day or night, a telegram
- would bring me down to your help.”
- “That is enough.” She rose briskly from her chair with the anxiety all
- swept from her face. “I shall go down to Hampshire quite easy in my
- mind now. I shall write to Mr. Rucastle at once, sacrifice my poor hair
- to-night, and start for Winchester to-morrow.” With a few grateful
- words to Holmes she bade us both good-night and bustled off upon her
- way.
- “At least,” said I as we heard her quick, firm steps descending the
- stairs, “she seems to be a young lady who is very well able to take
- care of herself.”
- “And she would need to be,” said Holmes gravely. “I am much mistaken if
- we do not hear from her before many days are past.”
- It was not very long before my friend’s prediction was fulfilled. A
- fortnight went by, during which I frequently found my thoughts turning
- in her direction and wondering what strange side-alley of human
- experience this lonely woman had strayed into. The unusual salary, the
- curious conditions, the light duties, all pointed to something
- abnormal, though whether a fad or a plot, or whether the man were a
- philanthropist or a villain, it was quite beyond my powers to
- determine. As to Holmes, I observed that he sat frequently for half an
- hour on end, with knitted brows and an abstracted air, but he swept the
- matter away with a wave of his hand when I mentioned it. “Data! data!
- data!” he cried impatiently. “I can’t make bricks without clay.” And
- yet he would always wind up by muttering that no sister of his should
- ever have accepted such a situation.
- The telegram which we eventually received came late one night just as I
- was thinking of turning in and Holmes was settling down to one of those
- all-night chemical researches which he frequently indulged in, when I
- would leave him stooping over a retort and a test-tube at night and
- find him in the same position when I came down to breakfast in the
- morning. He opened the yellow envelope, and then, glancing at the
- message, threw it across to me.
- “Just look up the trains in Bradshaw,” said he, and turned back to his
- chemical studies.
- The summons was a brief and urgent one.
- “Please be at the Black Swan Hotel at Winchester at midday to-morrow,”
- it said. “Do come! I am at my wit’s end.
- “HUNTER.”
- “Will you come with me?” asked Holmes, glancing up.
- “I should wish to.”
- “Just look it up, then.”
- “There is a train at half-past nine,” said I, glancing over my
- Bradshaw. “It is due at Winchester at 11:30.”
- “That will do very nicely. Then perhaps I had better postpone my
- analysis of the acetones, as we may need to be at our best in the
- morning.”
- By eleven o’clock the next day we were well upon our way to the old
- English capital. Holmes had been buried in the morning papers all the
- way down, but after we had passed the Hampshire border he threw them
- down and began to admire the scenery. It was an ideal spring day, a
- light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across
- from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was
- an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy.
- All over the countryside, away to the rolling hills around Aldershot,
- the little red and grey roofs of the farm-steadings peeped out from
- amid the light green of the new foliage.
- “Are they not fresh and beautiful?” I cried with all the enthusiasm of
- a man fresh from the fogs of Baker Street.
- But Holmes shook his head gravely.
- “Do you know, Watson,” said he, “that it is one of the curses of a mind
- with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to
- my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are
- impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which
- comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with
- which crime may be committed there.”
- “Good heavens!” I cried. “Who would associate crime with these dear old
- homesteads?”
- “They always fill me with a certain horror. It is my belief, Watson,
- founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London
- do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and
- beautiful countryside.”
- “You horrify me!”
- “But the reason is very obvious. The pressure of public opinion can do
- in the town what the law cannot accomplish. There is no lane so vile
- that the scream of a tortured child, or the thud of a drunkard’s blow,
- does not beget sympathy and indignation among the neighbours, and then
- the whole machinery of justice is ever so close that a word of
- complaint can set it going, and there is but a step between the crime
- and the dock. But look at these lonely houses, each in its own fields,
- filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the
- law. Think of the deeds of hellish cruelty, the hidden wickedness which
- may go on, year in, year out, in such places, and none the wiser. Had
- this lady who appeals to us for help gone to live in Winchester, I
- should never have had a fear for her. It is the five miles of country
- which makes the danger. Still, it is clear that she is not personally
- threatened.”
- “No. If she can come to Winchester to meet us she can get away.”
- “Quite so. She has her freedom.”
- “What _can_ be the matter, then? Can you suggest no explanation?”
- “I have devised seven separate explanations, each of which would cover
- the facts as far as we know them. But which of these is correct can
- only be determined by the fresh information which we shall no doubt
- find waiting for us. Well, there is the tower of the cathedral, and we
- shall soon learn all that Miss Hunter has to tell.”
- The Black Swan is an inn of repute in the High Street, at no distance
- from the station, and there we found the young lady waiting for us. She
- had engaged a sitting-room, and our lunch awaited us upon the table.
- “I am so delighted that you have come,” she said earnestly. “It is so
- very kind of you both; but indeed I do not know what I should do. Your
- advice will be altogether invaluable to me.”
- “Pray tell us what has happened to you.”
- “I will do so, and I must be quick, for I have promised Mr. Rucastle to
- be back before three. I got his leave to come into town this morning,
- though he little knew for what purpose.”
- “Let us have everything in its due order.” Holmes thrust his long thin
- legs out towards the fire and composed himself to listen.
- “In the first place, I may say that I have met, on the whole, with no
- actual ill-treatment from Mr. and Mrs. Rucastle. It is only fair to
- them to say that. But I cannot understand them, and I am not easy in my
- mind about them.”
- “What can you not understand?”
- “Their reasons for their conduct. But you shall have it all just as it
- occurred. When I came down, Mr. Rucastle met me here and drove me in
- his dog-cart to the Copper Beeches. It is, as he said, beautifully
- situated, but it is not beautiful in itself, for it is a large square
- block of a house, whitewashed, but all stained and streaked with damp
- and bad weather. There are grounds round it, woods on three sides, and
- on the fourth a field which slopes down to the Southampton highroad,
- which curves past about a hundred yards from the front door. This
- ground in front belongs to the house, but the woods all round are part
- of Lord Southerton’s preserves. A clump of copper beeches immediately
- in front of the hall door has given its name to the place.
- “I was driven over by my employer, who was as amiable as ever, and was
- introduced by him that evening to his wife and the child. There was no
- truth, Mr. Holmes, in the conjecture which seemed to us to be probable
- in your rooms at Baker Street. Mrs. Rucastle is not mad. I found her to
- be a silent, pale-faced woman, much younger than her husband, not more
- than thirty, I should think, while he can hardly be less than
- forty-five. From their conversation I have gathered that they have been
- married about seven years, that he was a widower, and that his only
- child by the first wife was the daughter who has gone to Philadelphia.
- Mr. Rucastle told me in private that the reason why she had left them
- was that she had an unreasoning aversion to her stepmother. As the
- daughter could not have been less than twenty, I can quite imagine that
- her position must have been uncomfortable with her father’s young wife.
- “Mrs. Rucastle seemed to me to be colourless in mind as well as in
- feature. She impressed me neither favourably nor the reverse. She was a
- nonentity. It was easy to see that she was passionately devoted both to
- her husband and to her little son. Her light grey eyes wandered
- continually from one to the other, noting every little want and
- forestalling it if possible. He was kind to her also in his bluff,
- boisterous fashion, and on the whole they seemed to be a happy couple.
- And yet she had some secret sorrow, this woman. She would often be lost
- in deep thought, with the saddest look upon her face. More than once I
- have surprised her in tears. I have thought sometimes that it was the
- disposition of her child which weighed upon her mind, for I have never
- met so utterly spoiled and so ill-natured a little creature. He is
- small for his age, with a head which is quite disproportionately large.
- His whole life appears to be spent in an alternation between savage
- fits of passion and gloomy intervals of sulking. Giving pain to any
- creature weaker than himself seems to be his one idea of amusement, and
- he shows quite remarkable talent in planning the capture of mice,
- little birds, and insects. But I would rather not talk about the
- creature, Mr. Holmes, and, indeed, he has little to do with my story.”
- “I am glad of all details,” remarked my friend, “whether they seem to
- you to be relevant or not.”
- “I shall try not to miss anything of importance. The one unpleasant
- thing about the house, which struck me at once, was the appearance and
- conduct of the servants. There are only two, a man and his wife.
- Toller, for that is his name, is a rough, uncouth man, with grizzled
- hair and whiskers, and a perpetual smell of drink. Twice since I have
- been with them he has been quite drunk, and yet Mr. Rucastle seemed to
- take no notice of it. His wife is a very tall and strong woman with a
- sour face, as silent as Mrs. Rucastle and much less amiable. They are a
- most unpleasant couple, but fortunately I spend most of my time in the
- nursery and my own room, which are next to each other in one corner of
- the building.
- “For two days after my arrival at the Copper Beeches my life was very
- quiet; on the third, Mrs. Rucastle came down just after breakfast and
- whispered something to her husband.
- “‘Oh, yes,’ said he, turning to me, ‘we are very much obliged to you,
- Miss Hunter, for falling in with our whims so far as to cut your hair.
- I assure you that it has not detracted in the tiniest iota from your
- appearance. We shall now see how the electric-blue dress will become
- you. You will find it laid out upon the bed in your room, and if you
- would be so good as to put it on we should both be extremely obliged.’
- “The dress which I found waiting for me was of a peculiar shade of
- blue. It was of excellent material, a sort of beige, but it bore
- unmistakable signs of having been worn before. It could not have been a
- better fit if I had been measured for it. Both Mr. and Mrs. Rucastle
- expressed a delight at the look of it, which seemed quite exaggerated
- in its vehemence. They were waiting for me in the drawing-room, which
- is a very large room, stretching along the entire front of the house,
- with three long windows reaching down to the floor. A chair had been
- placed close to the central window, with its back turned towards it. In
- this I was asked to sit, and then Mr. Rucastle, walking up and down on
- the other side of the room, began to tell me a series of the funniest
- stories that I have ever listened to. You cannot imagine how comical he
- was, and I laughed until I was quite weary. Mrs. Rucastle, however, who
- has evidently no sense of humour, never so much as smiled, but sat with
- her hands in her lap, and a sad, anxious look upon her face. After an
- hour or so, Mr. Rucastle suddenly remarked that it was time to commence
- the duties of the day, and that I might change my dress and go to
- little Edward in the nursery.
- “Two days later this same performance was gone through under exactly
- similar circumstances. Again I changed my dress, again I sat in the
- window, and again I laughed very heartily at the funny stories of which
- my employer had an immense _répertoire_, and which he told inimitably.
- Then he handed me a yellow-backed novel, and moving my chair a little
- sideways, that my own shadow might not fall upon the page, he begged me
- to read aloud to him. I read for about ten minutes, beginning in the
- heart of a chapter, and then suddenly, in the middle of a sentence, he
- ordered me to cease and to change my dress.
- “You can easily imagine, Mr. Holmes, how curious I became as to what
- the meaning of this extraordinary performance could possibly be. They
- were always very careful, I observed, to turn my face away from the
- window, so that I became consumed with the desire to see what was going
- on behind my back. At first it seemed to be impossible, but I soon
- devised a means. My hand-mirror had been broken, so a happy thought
- seized me, and I concealed a piece of the glass in my handkerchief. On
- the next occasion, in the midst of my laughter, I put my handkerchief
- up to my eyes, and was able with a little management to see all that
- there was behind me. I confess that I was disappointed. There was
- nothing. At least that was my first impression. At the second glance,
- however, I perceived that there was a man standing in the Southampton
- Road, a small bearded man in a grey suit, who seemed to be looking in
- my direction. The road is an important highway, and there are usually
- people there. This man, however, was leaning against the railings which
- bordered our field and was looking earnestly up. I lowered my
- handkerchief and glanced at Mrs. Rucastle to find her eyes fixed upon
- me with a most searching gaze. She said nothing, but I am convinced
- that she had divined that I had a mirror in my hand and had seen what
- was behind me. She rose at once.
- “‘Jephro,’ said she, ‘there is an impertinent fellow upon the road
- there who stares up at Miss Hunter.’
- “‘No friend of yours, Miss Hunter?’ he asked.
- “‘No, I know no one in these parts.’
- “‘Dear me! How very impertinent! Kindly turn round and motion to him to
- go away.’
- “‘Surely it would be better to take no notice.’
- “‘No, no, we should have him loitering here always. Kindly turn round
- and wave him away like that.’
- “I did as I was told, and at the same instant Mrs. Rucastle drew down
- the blind. That was a week ago, and from that time I have not sat again
- in the window, nor have I worn the blue dress, nor seen the man in the
- road.”
- “Pray continue,” said Holmes. “Your narrative promises to be a most
- interesting one.”
- “You will find it rather disconnected, I fear, and there may prove to
- be little relation between the different incidents of which I speak. On
- the very first day that I was at the Copper Beeches, Mr. Rucastle took
- me to a small outhouse which stands near the kitchen door. As we
- approached it I heard the sharp rattling of a chain, and the sound as
- of a large animal moving about.
- “‘Look in here!’ said Mr. Rucastle, showing me a slit between two
- planks. ‘Is he not a beauty?’
- “I looked through and was conscious of two glowing eyes, and of a vague
- figure huddled up in the darkness.
- “‘Don’t be frightened,’ said my employer, laughing at the start which I
- had given. ‘It’s only Carlo, my mastiff. I call him mine, but really
- old Toller, my groom, is the only man who can do anything with him. We
- feed him once a day, and not too much then, so that he is always as
- keen as mustard. Toller lets him loose every night, and God help the
- trespasser whom he lays his fangs upon. For goodness’ sake don’t you
- ever on any pretext set your foot over the threshold at night, for it’s
- as much as your life is worth.’
- “The warning was no idle one, for two nights later I happened to look
- out of my bedroom window about two o’clock in the morning. It was a
- beautiful moonlight night, and the lawn in front of the house was
- silvered over and almost as bright as day. I was standing, rapt in the
- peaceful beauty of the scene, when I was aware that something was
- moving under the shadow of the copper beeches. As it emerged into the
- moonshine I saw what it was. It was a giant dog, as large as a calf,
- tawny tinted, with hanging jowl, black muzzle, and huge projecting
- bones. It walked slowly across the lawn and vanished into the shadow
- upon the other side. That dreadful sentinel sent a chill to my heart
- which I do not think that any burglar could have done.
- “And now I have a very strange experience to tell you. I had, as you
- know, cut off my hair in London, and I had placed it in a great coil at
- the bottom of my trunk. One evening, after the child was in bed, I
- began to amuse myself by examining the furniture of my room and by
- rearranging my own little things. There was an old chest of drawers in
- the room, the two upper ones empty and open, the lower one locked. I
- had filled the first two with my linen, and as I had still much to pack
- away I was naturally annoyed at not having the use of the third drawer.
- It struck me that it might have been fastened by a mere oversight, so I
- took out my bunch of keys and tried to open it. The very first key
- fitted to perfection, and I drew the drawer open. There was only one
- thing in it, but I am sure that you would never guess what it was. It
- was my coil of hair.
- “I took it up and examined it. It was of the same peculiar tint, and
- the same thickness. But then the impossibility of the thing obtruded
- itself upon me. How could my hair have been locked in the drawer? With
- trembling hands I undid my trunk, turned out the contents, and drew
- from the bottom my own hair. I laid the two tresses together, and I
- assure you that they were identical. Was it not extraordinary? Puzzle
- as I would, I could make nothing at all of what it meant. I returned
- the strange hair to the drawer, and I said nothing of the matter to the
- Rucastles as I felt that I had put myself in the wrong by opening a
- drawer which they had locked.
- “I am naturally observant, as you may have remarked, Mr. Holmes, and I
- soon had a pretty good plan of the whole house in my head. There was
- one wing, however, which appeared not to be inhabited at all. A door
- which faced that which led into the quarters of the Tollers opened into
- this suite, but it was invariably locked. One day, however, as I
- ascended the stair, I met Mr. Rucastle coming out through this door,
- his keys in his hand, and a look on his face which made him a very
- different person to the round, jovial man to whom I was accustomed. His
- cheeks were red, his brow was all crinkled with anger, and the veins
- stood out at his temples with passion. He locked the door and hurried
- past me without a word or a look.
- “This aroused my curiosity, so when I went out for a walk in the
- grounds with my charge, I strolled round to the side from which I could
- see the windows of this part of the house. There were four of them in a
- row, three of which were simply dirty, while the fourth was shuttered
- up. They were evidently all deserted. As I strolled up and down,
- glancing at them occasionally, Mr. Rucastle came out to me, looking as
- merry and jovial as ever.
- “‘Ah!’ said he, ‘you must not think me rude if I passed you without a
- word, my dear young lady. I was preoccupied with business matters.’
- “I assured him that I was not offended. ‘By the way,’ said I, ‘you seem
- to have quite a suite of spare rooms up there, and one of them has the
- shutters up.’
- “He looked surprised and, as it seemed to me, a little startled at my
- remark.
- “‘Photography is one of my hobbies,’ said he. ‘I have made my dark room
- up there. But, dear me! what an observant young lady we have come upon.
- Who would have believed it? Who would have ever believed it?’ He spoke
- in a jesting tone, but there was no jest in his eyes as he looked at
- me. I read suspicion there and annoyance, but no jest.
- “Well, Mr. Holmes, from the moment that I understood that there was
- something about that suite of rooms which I was not to know, I was all
- on fire to go over them. It was not mere curiosity, though I have my
- share of that. It was more a feeling of duty—a feeling that some good
- might come from my penetrating to this place. They talk of woman’s
- instinct; perhaps it was woman’s instinct which gave me that feeling.
- At any rate, it was there, and I was keenly on the lookout for any
- chance to pass the forbidden door.
- “It was only yesterday that the chance came. I may tell you that,
- besides Mr. Rucastle, both Toller and his wife find something to do in
- these deserted rooms, and I once saw him carrying a large black linen
- bag with him through the door. Recently he has been drinking hard, and
- yesterday evening he was very drunk; and when I came upstairs there was
- the key in the door. I have no doubt at all that he had left it there.
- Mr. and Mrs. Rucastle were both downstairs, and the child was with
- them, so that I had an admirable opportunity. I turned the key gently
- in the lock, opened the door, and slipped through.
- “There was a little passage in front of me, unpapered and uncarpeted,
- which turned at a right angle at the farther end. Round this corner
- were three doors in a line, the first and third of which were open.
- They each led into an empty room, dusty and cheerless, with two windows
- in the one and one in the other, so thick with dirt that the evening
- light glimmered dimly through them. The centre door was closed, and
- across the outside of it had been fastened one of the broad bars of an
- iron bed, padlocked at one end to a ring in the wall, and fastened at
- the other with stout cord. The door itself was locked as well, and the
- key was not there. This barricaded door corresponded clearly with the
- shuttered window outside, and yet I could see by the glimmer from
- beneath it that the room was not in darkness. Evidently there was a
- skylight which let in light from above. As I stood in the passage
- gazing at the sinister door and wondering what secret it might veil, I
- suddenly heard the sound of steps within the room and saw a shadow pass
- backward and forward against the little slit of dim light which shone
- out from under the door. A mad, unreasoning terror rose up in me at the
- sight, Mr. Holmes. My overstrung nerves failed me suddenly, and I
- turned and ran—ran as though some dreadful hand were behind me
- clutching at the skirt of my dress. I rushed down the passage, through
- the door, and straight into the arms of Mr. Rucastle, who was waiting
- outside.
- “‘So,’ said he, smiling, ‘it was you, then. I thought that it must be
- when I saw the door open.’
- “‘Oh, I am so frightened!’ I panted.
- “‘My dear young lady! my dear young lady!’—you cannot think how
- caressing and soothing his manner was—‘and what has frightened you, my
- dear young lady?’
- “But his voice was just a little too coaxing. He overdid it. I was
- keenly on my guard against him.
- “‘I was foolish enough to go into the empty wing,’ I answered. ‘But it
- is so lonely and eerie in this dim light that I was frightened and ran
- out again. Oh, it is so dreadfully still in there!’
- “‘Only that?’ said he, looking at me keenly.
- “‘Why, what did you think?’ I asked.
- “‘Why do you think that I lock this door?’
- “‘I am sure that I do not know.’
- “‘It is to keep people out who have no business there. Do you see?’ He
- was still smiling in the most amiable manner.
- “‘I am sure if I had known—’
- “‘Well, then, you know now. And if you ever put your foot over that
- threshold again’—here in an instant the smile hardened into a grin of
- rage, and he glared down at me with the face of a demon—‘I’ll throw you
- to the mastiff.’
- “I was so terrified that I do not know what I did. I suppose that I
- must have rushed past him into my room. I remember nothing until I
- found myself lying on my bed trembling all over. Then I thought of you,
- Mr. Holmes. I could not live there longer without some advice. I was
- frightened of the house, of the man, of the woman, of the servants,
- even of the child. They were all horrible to me. If I could only bring
- you down all would be well. Of course I might have fled from the house,
- but my curiosity was almost as strong as my fears. My mind was soon
- made up. I would send you a wire. I put on my hat and cloak, went down
- to the office, which is about half a mile from the house, and then
- returned, feeling very much easier. A horrible doubt came into my mind
- as I approached the door lest the dog might be loose, but I remembered
- that Toller had drunk himself into a state of insensibility that
- evening, and I knew that he was the only one in the household who had
- any influence with the savage creature, or who would venture to set him
- free. I slipped in in safety and lay awake half the night in my joy at
- the thought of seeing you. I had no difficulty in getting leave to come
- into Winchester this morning, but I must be back before three o’clock,
- for Mr. and Mrs. Rucastle are going on a visit, and will be away all
- the evening, so that I must look after the child. Now I have told you
- all my adventures, Mr. Holmes, and I should be very glad if you could
- tell me what it all means, and, above all, what I should do.”
- Holmes and I had listened spellbound to this extraordinary story. My
- friend rose now and paced up and down the room, his hands in his
- pockets, and an expression of the most profound gravity upon his face.
- “Is Toller still drunk?” he asked.
- “Yes. I heard his wife tell Mrs. Rucastle that she could do nothing
- with him.”
- “That is well. And the Rucastles go out to-night?”
- “Yes.”
- “Is there a cellar with a good strong lock?”
- “Yes, the wine-cellar.”
- “You seem to me to have acted all through this matter like a very brave
- and sensible girl, Miss Hunter. Do you think that you could perform one
- more feat? I should not ask it of you if I did not think you a quite
- exceptional woman.”
- “I will try. What is it?”
- “We shall be at the Copper Beeches by seven o’clock, my friend and I.
- The Rucastles will be gone by that time, and Toller will, we hope, be
- incapable. There only remains Mrs. Toller, who might give the alarm. If
- you could send her into the cellar on some errand, and then turn the
- key upon her, you would facilitate matters immensely.”
- “I will do it.”
- “Excellent! We shall then look thoroughly into the affair. Of course
- there is only one feasible explanation. You have been brought there to
- personate someone, and the real person is imprisoned in this chamber.
- That is obvious. As to who this prisoner is, I have no doubt that it is
- the daughter, Miss Alice Rucastle, if I remember right, who was said to
- have gone to America. You were chosen, doubtless, as resembling her in
- height, figure, and the colour of your hair. Hers had been cut off,
- very possibly in some illness through which she has passed, and so, of
- course, yours had to be sacrificed also. By a curious chance you came
- upon her tresses. The man in the road was undoubtedly some friend of
- hers—possibly her _fiancé_—and no doubt, as you wore the girl’s dress
- and were so like her, he was convinced from your laughter, whenever he
- saw you, and afterwards from your gesture, that Miss Rucastle was
- perfectly happy, and that she no longer desired his attentions. The dog
- is let loose at night to prevent him from endeavouring to communicate
- with her. So much is fairly clear. The most serious point in the case
- is the disposition of the child.”
- “What on earth has that to do with it?” I ejaculated.
- “My dear Watson, you as a medical man are continually gaining light as
- to the tendencies of a child by the study of the parents. Don’t you see
- that the converse is equally valid. I have frequently gained my first
- real insight into the character of parents by studying their children.
- This child’s disposition is abnormally cruel, merely for cruelty’s
- sake, and whether he derives this from his smiling father, as I should
- suspect, or from his mother, it bodes evil for the poor girl who is in
- their power.”
- “I am sure that you are right, Mr. Holmes,” cried our client. “A
- thousand things come back to me which make me certain that you have hit
- it. Oh, let us lose not an instant in bringing help to this poor
- creature.”
- “We must be circumspect, for we are dealing with a very cunning man. We
- can do nothing until seven o’clock. At that hour we shall be with you,
- and it will not be long before we solve the mystery.”
- We were as good as our word, for it was just seven when we reached the
- Copper Beeches, having put up our trap at a wayside public-house. The
- group of trees, with their dark leaves shining like burnished metal in
- the light of the setting sun, were sufficient to mark the house even
- had Miss Hunter not been standing smiling on the door-step.
- “Have you managed it?” asked Holmes.
- A loud thudding noise came from somewhere downstairs. “That is Mrs.
- Toller in the cellar,” said she. “Her husband lies snoring on the
- kitchen rug. Here are his keys, which are the duplicates of Mr.
- Rucastle’s.”
- “You have done well indeed!” cried Holmes with enthusiasm. “Now lead
- the way, and we shall soon see the end of this black business.”
- We passed up the stair, unlocked the door, followed on down a passage,
- and found ourselves in front of the barricade which Miss Hunter had
- described. Holmes cut the cord and removed the transverse bar. Then he
- tried the various keys in the lock, but without success. No sound came
- from within, and at the silence Holmes’ face clouded over.
- “I trust that we are not too late,” said he. “I think, Miss Hunter,
- that we had better go in without you. Now, Watson, put your shoulder to
- it, and we shall see whether we cannot make our way in.”
- It was an old rickety door and gave at once before our united strength.
- Together we rushed into the room. It was empty. There was no furniture
- save a little pallet bed, a small table, and a basketful of linen. The
- skylight above was open, and the prisoner gone.
- “There has been some villainy here,” said Holmes; “this beauty has
- guessed Miss Hunter’s intentions and has carried his victim off.”
- “But how?”
- “Through the skylight. We shall soon see how he managed it.” He swung
- himself up onto the roof. “Ah, yes,” he cried, “here’s the end of a
- long light ladder against the eaves. That is how he did it.”
- “But it is impossible,” said Miss Hunter; “the ladder was not there
- when the Rucastles went away.”
- “He has come back and done it. I tell you that he is a clever and
- dangerous man. I should not be very much surprised if this were he
- whose step I hear now upon the stair. I think, Watson, that it would be
- as well for you to have your pistol ready.”
- The words were hardly out of his mouth before a man appeared at the
- door of the room, a very fat and burly man, with a heavy stick in his
- hand. Miss Hunter screamed and shrunk against the wall at the sight of
- him, but Sherlock Holmes sprang forward and confronted him.
- “You villain!” said he, “where’s your daughter?”
- The fat man cast his eyes round, and then up at the open skylight.
- “It is for me to ask you that,” he shrieked, “you thieves! Spies and
- thieves! I have caught you, have I? You are in my power. I’ll serve
- you!” He turned and clattered down the stairs as hard as he could go.
- “He’s gone for the dog!” cried Miss Hunter.
- “I have my revolver,” said I.
- “Better close the front door,” cried Holmes, and we all rushed down the
- stairs together. We had hardly reached the hall when we heard the
- baying of a hound, and then a scream of agony, with a horrible worrying
- sound which it was dreadful to listen to. An elderly man with a red
- face and shaking limbs came staggering out at a side door.
- “My God!” he cried. “Someone has loosed the dog. It’s not been fed for
- two days. Quick, quick, or it’ll be too late!”
- Holmes and I rushed out and round the angle of the house, with Toller
- hurrying behind us. There was the huge famished brute, its black muzzle
- buried in Rucastle’s throat, while he writhed and screamed upon the
- ground. Running up, I blew its brains out, and it fell over with its
- keen white teeth still meeting in the great creases of his neck. With
- much labour we separated them and carried him, living but horribly
- mangled, into the house. We laid him upon the drawing-room sofa, and
- having dispatched the sobered Toller to bear the news to his wife, I
- did what I could to relieve his pain. We were all assembled round him
- when the door opened, and a tall, gaunt woman entered the room.
- “Mrs. Toller!” cried Miss Hunter.
- “Yes, miss. Mr. Rucastle let me out when he came back before he went up
- to you. Ah, miss, it is a pity you didn’t let me know what you were
- planning, for I would have told you that your pains were wasted.”
- “Ha!” said Holmes, looking keenly at her. “It is clear that Mrs. Toller
- knows more about this matter than anyone else.”
- “Yes, sir, I do, and I am ready enough to tell what I know.”
- “Then, pray, sit down, and let us hear it for there are several points
- on which I must confess that I am still in the dark.”
- “I will soon make it clear to you,” said she; “and I’d have done so
- before now if I could ha’ got out from the cellar. If there’s
- police-court business over this, you’ll remember that I was the one
- that stood your friend, and that I was Miss Alice’s friend too.
- “She was never happy at home, Miss Alice wasn’t, from the time that her
- father married again. She was slighted like and had no say in anything,
- but it never really became bad for her until after she met Mr. Fowler
- at a friend’s house. As well as I could learn, Miss Alice had rights of
- her own by will, but she was so quiet and patient, she was, that she
- never said a word about them but just left everything in Mr. Rucastle’s
- hands. He knew he was safe with her; but when there was a chance of a
- husband coming forward, who would ask for all that the law would give
- him, then her father thought it time to put a stop on it. He wanted her
- to sign a paper, so that whether she married or not, he could use her
- money. When she wouldn’t do it, he kept on worrying her until she got
- brain-fever, and for six weeks was at death’s door. Then she got better
- at last, all worn to a shadow, and with her beautiful hair cut off; but
- that didn’t make no change in her young man, and he stuck to her as
- true as man could be.”
- “Ah,” said Holmes, “I think that what you have been good enough to tell
- us makes the matter fairly clear, and that I can deduce all that
- remains. Mr. Rucastle then, I presume, took to this system of
- imprisonment?”
- “Yes, sir.”
- “And brought Miss Hunter down from London in order to get rid of the
- disagreeable persistence of Mr. Fowler.”
- “That was it, sir.”
- “But Mr. Fowler being a persevering man, as a good seaman should be,
- blockaded the house, and having met you succeeded by certain arguments,
- metallic or otherwise, in convincing you that your interests were the
- same as his.”
- “Mr. Fowler was a very kind-spoken, free-handed gentleman,” said Mrs.
- Toller serenely.
- “And in this way he managed that your good man should have no want of
- drink, and that a ladder should be ready at the moment when your master
- had gone out.”
- “You have it, sir, just as it happened.”
- “I am sure we owe you an apology, Mrs. Toller,” said Holmes, “for you
- have certainly cleared up everything which puzzled us. And here comes
- the country surgeon and Mrs. Rucastle, so I think, Watson, that we had
- best escort Miss Hunter back to Winchester, as it seems to me that our
- _locus standi_ now is rather a questionable one.”
- And thus was solved the mystery of the sinister house with the copper
- beeches in front of the door. Mr. Rucastle survived, but was always a
- broken man, kept alive solely through the care of his devoted wife.
- They still live with their old servants, who probably know so much of
- Rucastle’s past life that he finds it difficult to part from them. Mr.
- Fowler and Miss Rucastle were married, by special license, in
- Southampton the day after their flight, and he is now the holder of a
- government appointment in the island of Mauritius. As to Miss Violet
- Hunter, my friend Holmes, rather to my disappointment, manifested no
- further interest in her when once she had ceased to be the centre of
- one of his problems, and she is now the head of a private school at
- Walsall, where I believe that she has met with considerable success.
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