“Yes,sir。Imethimthatnight,andhecallednextdaytoaskifwehadgothomeallsafe,andafterthatwemethim——thatistosay,Mr。Holmes,Imethimtwiceforwalks,butafterthatfathercamebackagain,andMr。HosmerAngelcouldnotcometothehouseanymore。“
“No?“
“Well,youknow,fatherdidn’tlikeanythingofthesort。Hewouldn’thaveanyvisitorsifhecouldhelpit,andheusedtosaythatawomanshouldbehappyinherownfamilycircle。Butthen,asIusedtosaytomother,awomanwantsherowncircletobeginwith,andIhadnotgotmineyet。“
“ButhowaboutMr。HosmerAngel?Didhemakenoattempttoseeyou?“
“Well,fatherwasgoingofftoFranceagaininaweek,andHosmerwroteandsaidthatitwouldbesaferandbetternottoseeeachotheruntilhehadgone。Wecouldwriteinthemeantime,andheusedtowriteeveryday。Itookthelettersinthemorning,sotherewasnoneedforfathertoknow。“
“Wereyouengagedtothegentlemanatthistime?“
“Oh,yes,Mr。Holmes。Wewereengagedafterthefirstwalkthatwetook。Hosmer——Mr。Angel——wasacashierinanofficeinLeadenhallStreet——and——“
“Whatoffice?“
“That’stheworstofit,Mr。Holmes;Idon’tknow。“
“Wheredidhelive,then?“
“Hesleptonthepremises。“
“Andyoudon’tknowhisaddress?“
“No——exceptthatitwasLeadenhallStreet。“
“Wheredidyouaddressyourletters,then?“
“TotheLeadenhallStreetPostOffice,tobelefttillcalledfor。
Hesaidthatiftheyweresenttotheofficehewouldbechaffedbyalltheotherclerksabouthavinglettersfromalady,soIofferedtotypewritethem,likehedidhis,buthewouldn’thavethat,forhesaidthatwhenIwrotethemtheyseemedtocomefromme,butwhentheyweretypewrittenhealwaysfeltthatthemachinehadcomebetweenus。Thatwilljustshowyouhowfondhewasofme,Mr。
Holmes,andthelittlethingsthathewouldthinkof。“
“Itwasmostsuggestive,“saidHolmes。“Ithaslongbeenanaxiomofminethatthelittlethingsareinfinitelythemostimportant。
CanyourememberanyotherlittlethingsaboutMr。HosmerAngel?“
“Hewasaveryshyman,Mr。Holmes。Hewouldratherwalkwithmeintheeveningthaninthedaylight,forhesaidthathehatedtobeconspicuous。Veryretiringandgentlemanlyhewas。Evenhisvoicewasgentle。He’dhadthequinsyandswollenglandswhenhewasyoung,hetoldme,andithadlefthimwithaweakthroatandahesitating,whisperingfashionofspeech。Hewasalwayswelldressed,veryneatandplain,buthiseyeswereweak,justasmineare,andheworetintedglassesagainsttheglare。“
“Well,andwhathappenedwhenMr。Windibank,yourstepfather,returnedtoFrance?“
“Mr。HosmerAngelcametothehouseagain,andproposedthatweshouldmarrybeforefathercameback。Hewasindreadfulearnest,andmademeswear,withmyhandsontheTestament,thatwhateverhappenedIwouldalwaysbetruetohim。Mothersaidhewasquiterighttomakemeswear,andthatitwasasignofhispassion。
Motherwasallinhisfavorfromthefirst,andwasevenfonderofhimthanIwas。Then,whentheytalkedofmarryingwithintheweek,Ibegantoaskaboutfather;buttheybothsaidnevertomindaboutfather,butjusttotellhimafterwardsandmothersaidshewouldmakeitallrightwithhim。Ididn’tquitelikethat,Mr。
Holmes。ItseemedfunnythatIshouldaskhisleave,ashewasonlyafewyearsolderthanme;butIdidn’twanttodoanythingonthesly,soIwrotetofatheratBordeaux,wherethecompanyhasitsFrenchoffices,butthelettercamebacktomeontheverymorningofthewedding。“
“Itmissedhim,then?“
“Yes,sir,forhehadstartedtoEnglandjustbeforeitarrived。“
“Ha!thatwasunfortunate。Yourweddingwasarranged,then,fortheFriday。Wasittobeinchurch?“
“Yes,sir,butveryquietly。ItwastobeatSt。Saviour’s,nearKing’sCross,andweweretohavebreakfastafterwardsattheSt。
PancrasHotel。Hosmercameforusinahansom,butasthereweretwoofus,heputusbothintoit,andsteppedhimselfintoafour-
wheeler,whichhappenedtobetheonlyothercabinthestreet。Wegottothechurchfirst,andwhenthefour-wheelerdroveupwewaitedforhimtostepout,butheneverdid,andwhenthecabmangotdownfromtheboxandlooked,therewasnoonethere!Thecabmansaidthathecouldnotimaginewhathadbecomeofhim,forhehadseenhimgetinwithhisowneyes。ThatwaslastFriday,Mr。Holmes,andIhaveneverseenorheardanythingsincethentothrowanylightuponwhatbecameofhim。“
“Itseemstomethatyouhavebeenveryshamefullytreated,“saidHolmes。
“Oh,no,sir!Hewastoogoodandkindtoleavemeso。Why,allthemorninghewassayingtomethat,whateverhappened,Iwastobetrue;andthatevenifsomethingquiteunforeseenoccurredtoseparateus,IwasalwaystorememberthatIwaspledgedtohim,andthathewouldclaimhispledgesoonerorlater。Itseemedstrangetalkforaweddingmorning,butwhathashappenedsincegivesameaningtoit。“
“Mostcertainlyitdoes。Yourownopinionis,then,thatsomeunforeseencatastrophehasoccurredtohim?“
“Yes,sir。Ibelievethatheforesawsomedanger,orelsehewouldnothavetalkedso。AndthenIthinkthatwhatheforesawhappened。“
“Butyouhavenonotionastowhatitcouldhavebeen?“
“None。“
“Onemorequestion。Howdidyourmothertakethematter?“
“Shewasangry,andsaidthatIwasnevertospeakofthematteragain。“
“Andyourfather?Didyoutellhim?“
“Yes,andheseemedtothink,withme,thatsomethinghadhappened,andthatIshouldhearofHosmeragain。Ashesaid,whatinterestcouldanyonehaveinbringingmetothedoorofthechurch,andthenleavingme?Now,ifhehadborrowedmymoney,orifhehadmarriedmeandgotmymoneysettledonhim,theremightbesomereason;butHosmerwasveryindependentaboutmoney,andneverwouldlookatashillingofmine。Andyetwhatcouldhavehappened?Andwhycouldhenotwrite?Oh!itdrivesmehalfmadtothinkof,andIcan’tsleepawinkatnight。“Shepulledalittlehandkerchiefoutofhermuff,andbegantosobheavilyintoit。
“Ishallglanceintothecaseforyou,“saidHolmes,rising,“andI
havenodoubtthatweshallreachsomedefiniteresult。Lettheweightofthematterrestuponmenow,anddonotletyourminddwelluponitfurther。Aboveall,trytoletMr。HosmerAngelvanishfromyourmemory,ashehasdonefromyourlife。“
“Thenyoudon’tthinkI’llseehimagain?“
“Ifearnot。“
“Thenwhathashappenedtohim?“
“Youwillleavethatquestioninmyhands。Ishouldlikeanaccuratedescriptionofhim,andanylettersofhiswhichyoucanspare。“
“IadvertisedforhiminlastSaturday’sChronicle,“saidshe。
“Hereistheslip,andherearefourlettersfromhim。“
“Thankyou。Andyouraddress?“
“No。31LyonPlace,Camberwell。“
“Mr。Angel’saddressyouneverhad,Iunderstand。Whereisyourfather’splaceofbusiness?“
“HetravelsforWesthouse&Marbank,thegreatclaretimportersofFenchurchStreet。“
“Thankyou。Youhavemadeyourstatementveryclearly。Youwillleavethepapershere,andremembertheadvicewhichIhavegivenyou。Letthewholeincidentbeasealedbook,anddonotallowittoaffectyourlife。“
“Youareverykind,Mr。Holmes,butIcannotdothat。IshallbetruetoHosmer。Heshallfindmereadywhenhecomesback。“
Forallthepreposteroushatandthevacuousface,therewassomethingnobleinthesimplefaithofourvisitorwhichcompelledourrespect。Shelaidherlittlebundleofpapersuponthetable,andwentherway,withapromisetocomeagainwhenevershemightbesummoned。
SherlockHolmessatsilentforafewminuteswithhisfingertipsstillpressedtogether,hislegsstretchedoutinfrontofhim,andhisgazedirectedupwardtotheceiling。Thenhetookdownfromtheracktheoldandoilyclaypipe,whichwastohimasacounselor,and,havinglightedit,heleanedbackinhischair,withthickbluecloudwreathsspinningupfromhim,andalookofinfinitelanguorinhisface。
“Quiteaninterestingstudy,thatmaiden,“heobserved。“Ifoundhermoreinterestingthanherlittleproblem,which,bytheway,isratheratriteone。Youwillfindparallelcases,ifyouconsultmyindex,inAndoverin’77,andtherewassomethingofthesortatTheHaguelastyear。Oldasistheidea,however,therewereoneortwodetailswhichwerenewtome。Butthemaidenherselfwasmostinstructive。“