The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
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fingers upon the table.
"You must make allowance for this poor girl, placed in so unprecedented a
"I will make no allowance. I am very angry indeed, and I have been
"I think that I heard a ring," said Holmes. "Yes, there are steps on the
landing. If I cannot persuade you to take a lenient view of the matter, Lord St.
Simon, I have brought an advocate here who may be more successful." He opened
the door and ushered in a lady and gentleman. "Lord St. Simon," said he "allow
me to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Francis Hay Moulton. The lady, I think, you
have already met."
At the sight of these newcomers our client had sprung from his seat and
stood very erect, with his eyes cast down and his hand thrust into the breast of
his frock-coat, a picture of offended dignity. The lady had taken a quick step
forward and had held out her hand to him, but he still refused to raise his
eyes. It was as well for his resolution, perhaps, for her pleading face was one
which it was hard to resist.
"You're angry, Robert," said she. "Well, I guess you have every cause to
"Pray make no apology to me," said Lord St. Simon bitterly.
"Oh, yes, I know that I have treated you real bad and that I should have
spoken to you before I went; but I was kind of rattled, and from the time when I
saw Frank here again I just didn't know what I was doing or saying. I only
wonder I didn't fall down and do a faint right there before the altar."
"Perhaps, Mrs. Moulton, you would like my friend and me to leave the room
while you explain this matter?"
"If I may give an opinion," remarked the strange gentleman, "we've had just
a little too much secrecy over this business already. For my part, I should like
all Europe and America to hear the rights of it." He was a small, wiry, sunburnt
man, clean-shaven, with a sharp face and alert manner.
"Then I'll tell our story right away," said the lady. "Frank here and I met
in '84, in McQuire's camp, near the Rockies, where pa was working a claim. We
were engaged to each other, Frank and I; but then one day father struck a rich
pocket and made a pile, while poor Frank here had a claim that petered out and
came to nothing. The richer pa grew the poorer was Frank; so at last pa wouldn't
hear of our engagement lasting any longer, and he took me away to 'Frisco. Frank
wouldn't throw up his hand, though; so he followed me there, and he saw me
without pa knowing anything about it. It would only have made him mad to know,
so we just fixed it all up for ourselves. Frank said that he would go and make
his pile, too, and never come back to claim me until he had as much as pa. So
then I promised to wait for him to the end of time and pledged myself not to
marry anyone else while he lived. 'Why shouldn't we be married right away,
then,' said he, 'and then I will feel sure of you; and I won't claim to be your
husband until I come back?' Well, we talked it over, and he had fixed it all up
so nicely, with a clergyman all ready in waiting, that we just did it right
there; and then Frank went off to seek his fortune, and I went back to pa.
"The next I heard of Frank was that he was in Montana, and then he went
prospecting in Arizona, and then I heard of him from New Mexico. After that came
a long newspaper story about how a miners' camp had been attacked by Apache
Indians, and there was my Frank's name among the killed. I fainted dead away,
and I was very sick for months after. Pa thought I had a decline and took me to
half the doctors in 'Frisco. Not a word of news came for a year and more, so
that I never doubted that Frank was really dead. Then Lord St. Simon came to
'Frisco, and we came to London, and a marriage was arranged, and pa was very
pleased, but I felt all the time that no man on this earth would ever take the
place in my heart that had been given to my poor Frank.
"Still, if I had married Lord St. Simon, of course I'd have done my duty by
him. We can't command our love, but we can our actions. I went to the altar with
him with the intention to make him just as good a wife as it was in me to be.
But you may imagine what I felt when, just as I came to the altar rails, I
glanced back and saw Frank standing and looking at me out of the first pew. I
thought it was his ghost at first; but when I looked again there he was still,
with a kind of question in his eyes, as if to ask me whether I were glad or
sorry to see him. I wonder I didn't drop. I know that everything was turning
round, and the words of the clergyman were just like the buzz of a bee in my
ear. I didn't know what to do. Should I stop the service and make a scene in the
church? I glanced at him again, and he seemed to know what I was thinking, for
he raised his finger to his lips to tell me to be still. Then I saw him scribble
on a piece of paper, and I knew that he was writing me a note. As I passed his
pew on the way out I dropped my bouquet over to him, and he slipped the note
into my hand when he returned me the flowers. It was only a line asking me to
join him when he made the sign to me to do so. Of course I never doubted for a
moment that my first duty was now to him, and I determined to do just whatever
he might direct.
"When I got back I told my maid, who had known him in California, and had
always been his friend. I ordered her to say nothing, but to get a few things
packed and my ulster ready. I know I ought to have spoken to Lord St. Simon, but
it was dreadful hard before his mother and all those great people. I just made
up my mind to run away and explain afterwards. I hadn't been at the table ten
minutes before I saw Frank out of the window at the other side of the road. He
beckoned to me and then began walking into the Park. I slipped out, put on my
things, and followed him. Some woman came talking something or other about Lord
St. Simon to me--seemed to me from the little I heard as if he had a little
secret of his own before marriage also--but I managed to get away from her and
soon overtook Frank. We got into a cab together, and away we drove to some
lodgings he had taken in Gordon Square, and that was my true wedding after all
those years of waiting. Frank had been a prisoner among the Apaches, had
escaped, came on to 'Frisco, found that I had given him up for dead and had gone
to England, followed me there, and had come upon me at last on the very morning
of my second wedding."
"I saw it in a paper," explained the American. "It gave the name and the
church but not where the lady lived."
"Then we had a talk as to what we should do, and Frank was all for
openness, but I was so ashamed of it all that I felt as if I should like to
vanish away and never see any of them again--just sending a line to pa, perhaps,
to show him that I was alive. It was awful to me to think of all those lords and
ladies sitting round that breakfast-table and waiting for me to come back. So
Frank took my wedding-clothes and things and made a bundle of them, so that I
should not be traced, and dropped them away somewhere where no one could find
them. It is likely that we should have gone on to Paris to-morrow, only that
this good gentleman, Mr. Holmes, came round to us this evening, though how he
found us is more than I can think, and he showed us very clearly and kindly that
I was wrong and that Frank was right, and that we should be putting ourselves in
the wrong if we were so secret. Then he offered to give us a chance of talking
to Lord St. Simon alone, and so we came right away round to his rooms at once.
Now, Robert, you have heard it all, and I am very sorry if I have given you
pain, and I hope that you do not think very meanly of me."
Lord St. Simon had by no means relaxed his rigid attitude, but had listened
with a frowning brow and a compressed lip to this long narrative.
"Excuse me," he said, "but it is not my custom to discuss my most intimate
personal affairs in this public manner."
"Then you won't forgive me? You won't shake hands before I go?"
"Oh, certainly, if it would give you any pleasure." He put out his hand and
coldly grasped that which she extended to him.
"I had hoped," suggested Holmes, "that you would have joined us in a
"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 honor 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 favor of the
"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 eight-pence 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
"But with no very good result," I remarked. "His conduct was certainly not
"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
ADVENTURE 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 foot-paths it still lay as white as when it fell.
The gray 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,