“Then,good-night,yourmajesty,andItrustthatweshallsoonhavesomegoodnewsforyou。Andgood-night,Watson,“headded,asthewheelsoftheroyalbroughamrolleddownthestreet。“Ifyouwillbegoodenoughtocallto-morrowafternoon,atthreeo’clock,Ishouldliketochatthislittlematteroverwithyou。“
Atthreeo’clockpreciselyIwasatBakerStreet,butHolmeshadnotyetreturned。Thelandladyinformedmethathehadleftthehouseshortlyaftereighto’clockinthemorning。Isatdownbesidethefire,however,withtheintentionofawaitinghim,howeverlonghemightbe。Iwasalreadydeeplyinterestedinhisinquiry,for,thoughitwassurroundedbynoneofthegrimandstrangefeatureswhichwereassociatedwiththetwocrimeswhichI
havealreadyrecorded,still,thenatureofthecaseandtheexaltedstationofhisclientgaveitacharacterofitsown。
Indeed,apartfromthenatureoftheinvestigationwhichmyfriendhadonhand,therewassomethinginhismasterlygraspofasituation,andhiskeen,incisivereasoning,whichmadeitapleasuretometostudyhissystemofwork,andtofollowthequick,subtlemethodsbywhichhedisentangledthemostinextricablemysteries。SoaccustomedwasItohisinvariablesuccessthattheverypossibilityofhisfailinghadceasedtoenterintomyhead。
Itwascloseuponfourbeforethedooropened,andadrunken-
lookinggroom,ill-kemptandside-whiskered,withaninflamedfaceanddisreputableclothes,walkedintotheroom。AccustomedasI
wastomyfriend’samazingpowersintheuseofdisguises,IhadtolookthreetimesbeforeIwascertainthatitwasindeedhe。Withanodhevanishedintothebedroom,whenceheemergedinfiveminutestweed-suitedandrespectable,asofold。Puttinghishandsintohispockets,hestretchedouthislegsinfrontofthefire,andlaughedheartilyforsomeminutes。
“Well,really!“hecried,andthenhechoked,andlaughedagainuntilhewasobligedtolieback,limpandhelpless,inthechair。
“Whatisit?“
“It’squitetoofunny。IamsureyoucouldneverguesshowI
employedmymorning,orwhatIendedbydoing。“
“Ican’timagine。Isupposethatyouhavebeenwatchingthehabits,and,perhaps,thehouse,[m.kanbaapp.com]ofMissIreneAdler。“
“Quiteso,butthesequelwasratherunusual。Iwilltellyou,however。Ileftthehousealittleaftereighto’clockthismorninginthecharacterofagroomoutofwork。Thereisawonderfulsympathyandfreemasonryamonghorseymen。Beoneofthem,andyouwillknowallthatthereistoknow。IsoonfoundBrionyLodge。Itisabijouvilla,withagardenattheback,butbuiltoutinthefrontrightuptotheroad,twostories。Chubblocktothedoor。Largesittingroomontherightside,wellfurnished,withlongwindowsalmosttothefloor,andthosepreposterousEnglishwindowfastenerswhichachildcouldopen。
Behindtherewasnothingremarkable,savethatthepassagewindowcouldbereachedfromthetopofthecoach-house。Iwalkedrounditandexamineditcloselyfromeverypointofview,butwithoutnotinganythingelseofinterest。
“Ithenloungeddownthestreet,andfound,asIexpected,thattherewasamewsinalanewhichrunsdownbyonewallofthegarden。Ilentthehostlersahandinrubbingdowntheirhorses,andIreceivedinexchangetwo-pence,aglassofhalfandhalf,twofillsofshagtobacco,andasmuchinformationasIcoulddesireaboutMissAdler,tosaynothingofhalfadozenotherpeopleintheneighborhood,inwhomIwasnotintheleastinterested,butwhosebiographiesIwascompelledtolistento。“
“AndwhatofIreneAdler?“Iasked。
“Oh,shehasturnedallthemen’sheadsdowninthatpart。Sheisthedaintiestthingunderabonnetonthisplanet。SosaytheSerpentineMews,toaman。Shelivesquietly,singsatconcerts,drivesoutatfiveeveryday,andreturnsatsevensharpfordinner。Seldomgoesoutatothertimes,exceptwhenshesings。
Hasonlyonemalevisitor,butagooddealofhim。Heisdark,handsome,anddashing;nevercallslessthanonceaday,andoftentwice。HeisaMr。GodfreyNortonoftheInnerTemple。Seetheadvantagesofacabmanasaconfidant。TheyhaddrivenhimhomeadozentimesfromSerpentineMews,andknewallabouthim。WhenI
hadlistenedtoallthattheyhadtotell,IbegantowalkupanddownnearBrionyLodgeoncemore,andtothinkovermyplanofcampaign。
“ThisGodfreyNortonwasevidentlyanimportantfactorinthematter。Hewasalawyer。Thatsoundedominous。Whatwastherelationbetweenthem,andwhattheobjectofhisrepeatedvisits?
Wasshehisclient,hisfriend,orhismistress?Iftheformer,shehadprobablytransferredthephotographtohiskeeping。Ifthelatter,itwaslesslikely。OntheissueofthisquestiondependedwhetherIshouldcontinuemyworkatBrionyLodge,orturnmyattentiontothegentleman’schambersintheTemple。Itwasadelicatepoint,anditwidenedthefieldofmyinquiry。IfearthatIboreyouwiththesedetails,butIhavetoletyouseemylittledifficulties,ifyouaretounderstandthesituation。“
“Iamfollowingyouclosely,“Ianswered。
“Iwasstillbalancingthematterinmymind,whenahansomcabdroveuptoBrionyLodge,andagentlemansprungout。Hewasaremarkablyhandsomeman,dark,aquiline,andmustached——evidentlythemanofwhomIhadheard。Heappearedtobeinagreathurry,shoutedtothecabmantowait,andbrushedpastthemaidwhoopenedthedoor,withtheairofamanwhowasthoroughlyathome。
“Hewasinthehouseabouthalfanhour,andIcouldcatchglimpsesofhiminthewindowsofthesittingroom,pacingupanddown,talkingexcitedlyandwavinghisarms。OfherIcouldseenothing。
Presentlyheemerged,lookingevenmoreflurriedthanbefore。Ashesteppeduptothecab,hepulledagoldwatchfromhispocketandlookedatitearnestly。’Drivelikethedevil!’heshouted,’firsttoGross&Hankey’sinRegentStreet,andthentotheChurchofSt。MonicaintheEdgewareRoad。Halfaguineaifyoudoitintwentyminutes!’
“Awaytheywent,andIwasjustwonderingwhetherIshouldnotdowelltofollowthem,whenupthelanecameaneatlittlelandau,thecoachmanwithhiscoatonlyhalfbuttoned,andhistieunderhisear,whileallthetagsofhisharnesswerestickingoutofthebuckles。Ithadn’tpulledupbeforesheshotoutofthehalldoorandintoit。Ionlycaughtaglimpseofheratthemoment,butshewasalovelywoman,withafacethatamanmightdiefor。
“’TheChurchofSt。Monica,John,’shecried;’andhalfasovereignifyoureachitintwentyminutes。’
“Thiswasquitetoogoodtolose,Watson。IwasjustbalancingwhetherIshouldrunforit,orwhetherIshouldperchbehindherlandau,whenacabcamethroughthestreet。Thedriverlookedtwiceatsuchashabbyfare;butIjumpedinbeforehecouldobject。’TheChurchofSt。Monica,’saidI,’andhalfasovereignifyoureachitintwentyminutes。’Itwastwenty-fiveminutestotwelve,andofcourseitwasclearenoughwhatwasinthewind。
“Mycabbydrovefast。Idon’tthinkIeverdrovefaster,buttheothersweretherebeforeus。ThecabandlandauwiththeirsteaminghorseswereinfrontofthedoorwhenIarrived。Ipaidtheman,andhurriedintothechurch。TherewasnotasoultheresavethetwowhomIhadfollowed,andasurplicedclergyman,whoseemedtobeexpostulatingwiththem。Theywereallthreestandinginaknotinfrontofthealtar。Iloungedupthesideaislelikeanyotheridlerwhohasdroppedintoachurch。Suddenly,tomysurprise,thethreeatthealtarfacedroundtome,andGodfreyNortoncamerunningashardashecouldtowardme。
“’ThankGod!’hecried。’You’lldo。Come!Come!’
“’Whatthen?’Iasked。
“’Come,man,come;onlythreeminutes,oritwon’tbelegal。’
“Iwashalfdraggeduptothealtar,and,beforeIknewwhereI
was,Ifoundmyselfmumblingresponseswhichwerewhisperedinmyear,andvouchingforthingsofwhichIknewnothing,andgenerallyassistinginthesecuretyingupofIreneAdler,spinster,toGodfreyNorton,bachelor。Itwasalldoneinaninstant,andtherewasthegentlemanthankingmeontheonesideandtheladyontheother,whiletheclergymanbeamedonmeinfront。ItwasthemostpreposterouspositioninwhichIeverfoundmyselfinmylife,anditwasthethoughtofitthatstartedmelaughingjustnow。Itseemsthattherehadbeensomeinformalityabouttheirlicense;
thattheclergymanabsolutelyrefusedtomarrythemwithoutawitnessofsomesort,andthatmyluckyappearancesavedthebridegroomfromhavingtosallyoutintothestreetsinsearchofabestman。Thebridegavemeasovereign,andImeantowearitonmywatchchaininmemoryoftheoccasion。“
“Thisisaveryunexpectedturnofaffairs,“saidI;“andwhatthen?“
“Well,Ifoundmyplansveryseriouslymenaced。Itlookedasifthepairmighttakeanimmediatedeparture,andsonecessitateverypromptandenergeticmeasuresonmypart。Atthechurchdoor,however,theyseparated,hedrivingbacktotheTemple,andshetoherownhouse。’Ishalldriveoutintheparkatfiveasusual,’
shesaid,asshelefthim。Iheardnomore。Theydroveawayindifferentdirections,andIwentofftomakemyownarrangements。“
“Whichare?“
“Somecoldbeefandaglassofbeer,“heanswered,ringingthebell。“Ihavebeentoobusytothinkoffood,andIamlikelytobebusierstillthisevening。Bytheway,doctor,Ishallwantyourcooperation。“
“Ishallbedelighted。“
“Youdon’tmindbreakingthelaw?“
“Notintheleast。“
“Norrunningachanceofarrest?“
“Notinagoodcause。“
“Oh,thecauseisexcellent!“
“ThenIamyourman。“
“IwassurethatImightrelyonyou。“
“Butwhatisityouwish?“
“WhenMrs。TurnerhasbroughtinthetrayIwillmakeitcleartoyou。Now,“hesaid,asheturnedhungrilyonthesimplefarethatourlandladyhadprovided,“ImustdiscussitwhileIeat,forI
havenotmuchtime。Itisnearlyfivenow。Intwohourswemustbeonthesceneofaction。MissIrene,orMadame,rather,returnsfromherdriveatseven。WemustbeatBrionyLodgetomeether。“
“Andwhatthen?“
“Youmustleavethattome。Ihavealreadyarrangedwhatistooccur。ThereisonlyonepointonwhichImustinsist。Youmustnotinterfere,comewhatmay。Youunderstand?“
“Iamtobeneutral?“
“Todonothingwhatever。Therewillprobablybesomesmallunpleasantness。Donotjoininit。Itwillendinmybeingconveyedintothehouse。Fourorfiveminutesafterwardsthesitting-roomwindowwillopen。Youaretostationyourselfclosetothatopenwindow。“
“Yes。“
“Youaretowatchme,forIwillbevisibletoyou。“
“Yes。“
“AndwhenIraisemyhand——so——youwillthrowintotheroomwhatI
giveyoutothrow,andwill,atthesametime,raisethecryoffire。Youquitefollowme?“
“Entirely。“
“Itisnothingveryformidable,“hesaid,takingalong,cigar-
shapedrollfromhispocket。“Itisanordinaryplumber’ssmoke-
rocket,fittedwithacapateitherend,tomakeitself-lighting。
Yourtaskisconfinedtothat。Whenyouraiseyourcryoffire,itwillbetakenupbyquiteanumberofpeople。Youmaythenwalktotheendofthestreet,andIwillrejoinyouintenminutes。I
hopethatIhavemademyselfclear?“
“Iamtoremainneutral,togetnearthewindow,towatchyou,and,atthesignal,tothrowinthisobject,thentoraisethecryoffireandtowaityouatthecornerofthestreet。“
“Precisely。“
“Thenyoumayentirelyrelyonme。“
“Thatisexcellent。Ithink,perhaps,itisalmosttimethatI
preparedforthenewroleIhavetoplay。“
Hedisappearedintohisbedroom,andreturnedinafewminutesinthecharacterofanamiableandsimple-mindedNonconformistclergyman。Hisbroad,blackhat,hisbaggytrousers,hiswhitetie,hissympatheticsmile,andgenerallookofpeeringandbenevolentcuriosityweresuchasMr。JohnHarealonecouldhaveequaled。ItwasnotmerelythatHolmeschangedhiscostume。Hisexpression,hismanner,hisverysoulseemedtovarywitheveryfreshpartthatheassumed。Thestagelostafineactor,evenassciencelostanacutereasoner,whenhebecameaspecialistincrime。
ItwasaquarterpastsixwhenweleftBakerStreet,anditstillwantedtenminutestothehourwhenwefoundourselvesinSerpentineAvenue。Itwasalreadydusk,andthelampswerejustbeinglightedaswepacedupanddowninfrontofBrionyLodge,waitingforthecomingofitsoccupant。ThehousewasjustsuchasIhadpictureditfromSherlockHolmes’ssuccinctdescription,butthelocalityappearedtobelessprivatethanIexpected。Onthecontrary,forasmallstreetinaquietneighborhood,itwasremarkablyanimated。Therewasagroupofshabbilydressedmensmokingandlaughinginacorner,ascissorsgrinderwithhiswheel,twoguardsmenwhowereflirtingwithanursegirl,andseveralwell-dressedyoungmenwhowereloungingupanddownwithcigarsintheirmouths。
“Yousee,“remarkedHolmes,aswepacedtoandfroinfrontofthehouse,“thismarriagerathersimplifiesmatters。Thephotographbecomesadouble-edgedweaponnow。ThechancesarethatshewouldbeasaversetoitsbeingseenbyMr。GodfreyNortonasourclientistoitscomingtotheeyesofhisprincess。Nowthequestionis——
wherearewetofindthephotograph?“
“Where,indeed?“