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The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet - Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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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 metropolitan station, no one was coming, saved the single gentleman, whose eccentric conduct had drawn my attention. He was a man of about 50, tall, portly, and imposing, with a massive, strongly marked face and commanding figure. He was dressed in a somber, yet rich style, in black frock coat, shining hat, neat brown gators, and well-cut pearl-grey trousers. Yet his actions were an 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 tacks upon his legs. As he ran, he jacked 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 disticulating, but with so fixed a look of grief and despair in his eye, that our smiles would turn 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 tell me your story, have you not?" said he. "You have 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 was a heaving chest, fighting against his emotion. Then he passed his handkerchief over his brow, let us 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 yourselves, 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 bank firm of Holder and Stevenson, of Thread Needle 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? He 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 corporation." I came to Baker Street by the underground and hurried from here on foot for the cab to go slowly through this snow. That is why it was so out of breath, for I am a man who takes very little exercise. I feel better now, and 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. 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It's Monday, I have a large sum due to me, and I shall then most certainly repay what you advance, with whatever interest you think is 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 I could bear. If, on the other hand, I am to-do it in the name of the firm, then injustice to my partner, I must insist that even in your case, every business-like 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 barrel coronet. "One of the most precious public possessions of the Empire," said I. Precisely, he opened the case, and there, embedded in soft, flesh-coloured velvet, lay the magnificent piece of jewellery which he had named. "There are 39 enormous barrels," said he, "and the price of the gold chasing is incalculable." The lowest estimate would put the worse 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, where it is 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?" "Ampel." "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 of any harm were to before it. Any injury to it would be almost as serious as its complete loss, for there are no barrels 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-one thousand pound notes. When I was alone once more, however, was a precious case lying upon the table in front of me, I could not but think, with some misgivings of the immense responsibility which had 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 Stratham, 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 maybe 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 Pa, 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 I 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 sternner, 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 Banwell, was enough to draw him back again. And indeed I could not wonder that such a man as Sir George Banwell 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 fingertips, 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 may have caught in his eyes, that he is one who should be deeply distrusted. So I think and so too think my little Mary, who has a woman's quick insight into character. And now there is only she to be described. 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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 two hundred pounds?" "No, I cannot," I answered sharply, "I have been far too generous with you and 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 dishonored 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 normally leave to marry, but which I sorted 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," she said, looking, I thought a little disturbed. "Did you give Lucy the maid leave to go out tonight?" "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, 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, error was wide wake, but it had left an impression behind, 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 paler's death. I snatched it up, and examined it. One of the gold corners, with three of the barrels in it, was missing. "You black guard," I shouted, beside me with rage. "You have destroyed it, you have dishonored 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 a stir, 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 the 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 he said, "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 barrels 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 unraveling 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 one thousand pounds. 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 Bernwil 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 a 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 you 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 he 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 are 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 sort of looking outside the house? Yes, they have shown extraordinary energy. The whole garden has already been minutely examined. Now my dear sirs at Holmes, it is 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 stress them 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 had such faith in Holmes' judgement, 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 heart drawn over his eyes, sunk in the deepest sort. 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 chart 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 of 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 trademan'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 so little used thoroughfare. Holmes left us standing at the door and walked slowly all around the house, owning a rental property sounds like a drink, collect a rent, and relax. Sound complicated? Renner's warehouse is here to take the hard work off your rental to-do list. Our job is complicated because it should be. We handle everything from marketing and showing your property to screening tenants and preparing the lease. 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Across the front, down the tradesman's path, and so round by the garden behind into this 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 the 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 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 the 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 he will succeed in proving what I feel sure is the truth that my cousin Arthur is innocent of his crime. I fully share your opinion, and I trust with you that we may prove it," returned Holmes, going back to the match to knock the snow from his shoes. "I believe I have the honour of addressing Miss Mary Holder. May I ask you a question or two? Pray do, sir, if it may help you, 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 you 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 green-grocer, 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 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 to 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 a large one which looked from the hall into the stable lane. This he opened and made a very careful examination of the sill with his powerful magnifying lense. "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 jeweler'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 it," 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 had 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 publicity. 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 this 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 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, he 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 tomorrow morning between nine and ten, I shall be happy to do what I can to make it clearer. I understand that you give me cut blot 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 no more than I could even dimly imagine. Several times during our homewood 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 CD coat, his red crevat, 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 a fear that it won't do. I may be on my trail in this matter, or I may be following a will of 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 a past," 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 stress him since I saw you last, but I did not call it 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 salot cheeks. He hastened upstairs, and a few minutes later I had 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 his 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 had 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. Desserted you. Yes. Her bed this morning had not been slept in, her room was empty, and a note for me lay upon the whole 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, nothing of the kind. It is perhaps the best possible solution. 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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 today, 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 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 Banwell and Janice Mary. They have now fledged 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. Janice 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. Janice, when you had as she sought, gone to your room, slipped down and talked to her lovers for the window, which leads into the stable lane." His foot-marks 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-dets. 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 you could see what passed on 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 realized how crushing him his fortune 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 Banwell tried to get away, but Arthur caught him, and there was a struggle between them, you lad tugging at one side of the coronet, and his opponent at the other. In the scuffle, his 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 you 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 civil risk 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 fooler have been! And he is 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 homes, I at once went very carefully around 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 tradesman's path, but found it all trampled down and indistinguishable. Just beyond, 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 he 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 the 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 he had already spoken to me, and an inquiry showed it was so. I passed around 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 he had told me that the latter was your son. The first had walked both ways, but the other had run swiftly, and as his trade 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 whole 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 this snow was cut up as though they had been a struggle, and finally were 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 high road 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 whole window with my lense, 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 and 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, and a united strength causing injuries, which neither alone could have affected. He had returned with a 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 unis and the maids, and 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 for 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 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 of shoes, with these a journey down to Stratham, and saw that they exactly fitted the tracks. "I saw an ill-dressed vagabond on 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 prosecution must be avoided to avert scandal, and I knew that so astute a villain would see that our hands would hide 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 the life-preserver from the wall. I knew my man, however, and I clapped a pistol to his head before he could strike. When he became a little more reasonable, I told him that we would give him a price for the stones he held, one thousand pounds apiece. That brought out the first signs of grief that he had shown. "Why dashed it all," said he, "I have 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 said to him, and after much chaffering, I got our stones at one thousand pounds apiece. Then I looked in upon your son, told him that all was right, and eventually got to my bed at 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. And now I must fly to my dear boy to apologise to him for the wrong which I have done him. 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