“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.’