The Adventures and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (34 page)

‘Did your wife hear all this?'

‘No, thank goodness, she did not.'

‘And she was seen walking with this very woman afterwards?'

‘Yes. That is what Mr Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, looks upon as so serious. It is thought that Flora decoyed my wife out, and laid some terrible trap for her.'

‘Well, it is a possible supposition.'

‘You think so, too?'

‘I did not say a probable one. But you do not yourself look upon this as likely?'

‘I do not think Flora would hurt a fly.'

‘Still, jealousy is a strange transformer of characters. Pray what is your own theory as to what took place?'

‘Well, really, I came to seek a theory, not to propound one. I have given you all the facts. Since you ask me, however, I may say that it has occurred to me as possible that the excitement of this affair, the consciousness that she had made so immense a social stride, had the effect of causing some little nervous disturbance in my wife.'

‘In short, that she had become suddenly deranged?'

‘Well, really, when I consider that she has turned her back – I will not say upon me, but upon so much that many have aspired to without success – I can hardly explain it in any other fashion.'

‘Well, certainly that is also a conceivable hypothesis,' said Holmes, smiling. ‘And now, Lord St Simon, I think that I have nearly all my

data. May I ask whether you were seated at the breakfast-table so that you could see out of the window?'

‘We could see the other side of the road, and the Park.'

‘Quite so. Then I do not think that I need detain you any longer. I shall communicate with you.'

‘Should you be fortunate enough to solve this problem,' said our client, rising.

‘I have solved it.'

‘Eh? What was that?'

‘I say that I have solved it.'

‘Where, then, is my wife?'

‘That is a detail which I shall speedily supply.'

Lord St Simon shook his head. ‘I am afraid that it will take wiser heads than yours or mine,' he remarked, and bowing in a stately, old-fashioned manner, he departed.

‘It is very good of Lord St Simon to honour my head by putting it on a level with his own,' said Sherlock Holmes, laughing. ‘I think that I shall have a whisky and soda and a cigar after all this cross-questioning. I had formed my conclusions as to the case before our client came into the room.'

‘My dear Holmes!'

‘I have notes of several similar cases, though none, as I remarked before, which were quite as prompt. My whole examination served to turn my conjecture into a certainty. Circumstantial evidence is occasionally very convincing, as when you find a trout in the milk, to quote Thoreau's example.'
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‘But I have heard all that you have heard.'

‘Without, however, the knowledge of pre-existing cases which serves me so well. There was a parallel instance in Aberdeen some years back, and something on very much the same lines at Munich the year after the Franco-Prussian War.
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It is one of these cases – but hullo, here is Lestrade! Good afternoon, Lestrade! You will find an extra tumbler upon the sideboard, and there are cigars in the box.'

The official detective was attired in a pea-jacket
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and cravat, which gave him a decidedly nautical appearance, and he carried a black
canvas bag in his hand. With a short greeting he seated himself, and lit the cigar which had been offered to him.

‘What's up, then?' asked Holmes, with a twinkle in his eye. ‘You look dissatisfied.'

‘And I feel dissatisfied. It is this infernal St Simon marriage case. I can make neither head nor tail of the business.'

‘Really! You surprise me.'

‘Who ever heard of such a mixed affair? Every clue seems to slip through my fingers. I have been at work upon it all day.'

‘And very wet it seems to have made you,' said Holmes, laying his hand upon the arm of the pea-jacket.

‘Yes, I have been dragging the Serpentine.'
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‘In heaven's name, what for?'

‘In search of the body of Lady St Simon.'

Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his chair and laughed heartily.

‘Have you dragged the basin of the Trafalgar Square fountain?' he asked.

‘Why? What do you mean?'

‘Because you have just as good a chance of finding this lady in the one as in the other.'

Lestrade shot an angry glance at my companion. ‘I suppose you know all about it,' he snarled.

‘Well, I have only just heard the facts, but my mind is made up.'

‘Oh, indeed! Then you think that the Serpentine plays no part in the matter?'

‘I think it very unlikely.'

‘Then perhaps you will kindly explain how it is that we found this in it?' He opened his bag as he spoke, and tumbled on to the floor a wedding dress of watered silk, a pair of white satin shoes, and a bride's wreath and veil, all discoloured and soaked in water. ‘There,' said he, putting a new wedding-ring upon the top of the pile. ‘There is a little nut for you to crack, Master Holmes.'

‘Oh, indeed,' said my friend, blowing blue rings into the air. ‘You dragged them from the Serpentine?'

‘No. They were found floating near the margin by a park-keeper.

They were identified as her clothes, and it seemed to me that if the clothes were there the body would not be far off.'

‘By the same brilliant reasoning, every man's body is to be found in the neighbourhood of his wardrobe. And pray what did you hope to arrive at through this?'

‘At some evidence implicating Flora Millar in the disappearance.'

‘I am afraid you will find it difficult.'

‘Are you indeed, now?' cried Lestrade, with some bitterness. ‘I am afraid, Holmes, that you are not very practical with your deductions and your inferences. You have made two blunders in as many minutes. This dress does implicate Miss Flora Millar.'

‘And how?'

‘In the dress is a pocket. In the pocket is a card-case. In the card-case is a note. And here is the very note.' He slapped it down upon the table in front of him. ‘Listen to this. “You will see me when all is ready. Come at once, F.H.M.” Now my theory all along has been that Lady St Simon was decoyed away by Flora Millar, and that she, with confederates no doubt, was responsible for her disappearance. Here, signed with her initials, is the very note which was no doubt quietly slipped into her hand at the door, and which lured her within their reach.'

‘Very good, Lestrade,' said Holmes, laughing. ‘You really are very fine indeed. Let me see it.' He took up the paper in a listless way, but his attention instantly became riveted, and he gave a little cry of satisfaction. ‘This is indeed important,' said he.

‘Ha, you find it so?'

‘Extremely so. I congratulate you warmly.'

Lestrade rose in his triumph and bent his head to look. ‘Why,' he shrieked, ‘you're looking on the wrong side.'

‘On the contrary, this is the right side.'

‘The right side? You're mad! Here is the note written in pencil over here.'

‘And over here is what appears to be a fragment of a hotel bill, which interests me deeply.'

‘There's nothing in it. I looked at it before,' said Lestrade. ‘ “Oct. 4th, rooms 8s., breakfast 2s. 6d., cocktail 1s., lunch 2s. 6d., glass sherry 8d.” I see nothing in that.'

‘Very likely not. It is most important all the same. As to the note, it is important also, or at least the initials are, so I congratulate you again.'

‘I've wasted time enough,' said Lestrade, rising. ‘I believe in hard work, and not in sitting by the fire spinning fine theories. Good day, Mr Holmes, and we shall see which gets to the bottom of the matter first.' He gathered up the garments, thrust them into the bag, and made for the door.

‘Just one hint to you, Lestrade,' drawled Holmes, before his rival vanished; ‘I will tell you the true solution of the matter. Lady St Simon is a myth. There is not, and there never has been, any such person.'

Lestrade looked sadly at my companion. Then he turned to me, tapped his forehead three times, shook his head solemnly, and hurried away.

He had hardly shut the door behind him, when Holmes rose and put on his overcoat. There is something in what the fellow says about outdoor work,' he remarked, ‘so I think, Watson, that I must leave you to your papers for a little.'

It was after five o'clock when Sherlock Holmes left me, but I had no time to be lonely, for within an hour there arrived a confectioner's man with a very large flat box. This he unpacked with the help of a youth whom he had brought with him, and presently, to my very great astonishment, a quite epicurean little cold supper began to be laid out upon our humble lodging-house mahogany. There were a couple of brace of cold wood-cock, a pheasant, a
pâté de foie gras
pie,
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with a group of ancient and cobwebby bottles. Having laid out all these luxuries, my two visitors vanished away, like the genii of the Arabian Nights,
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with no explanation save that the things had been paid for, and were ordered to this address.

Just before nine o'clock Sherlock Holmes stepped briskly into the room. His features were gravely set, but there was a light in his eye which made me think that he had not been disappointed in his conclusions.

‘They have laid the supper, then,' he said, rubbing his hands.

‘You seem to expect company. They have laid for five.'

‘Yes, I fancy we may have some company dropping in,' said he. ‘I
am surprised that Lord St Simon has not already arrived. Ha! I fancy that I hear his step now upon the stairs.'

It was indeed our visitor of the morning who came bustling in, dangling his glasses more vigorously than ever, and with a very perturbed expression upon his aristocratic features.

‘My message reached you, then?' asked Holmes.

‘Yes, and I must confess that the contents startled me beyond measure. Have you good authority for what you say?'

‘The best possible.'

Lord St Simon sank into a chair, and passed his hand over his forehead.

‘What will the Duke say,' he murmured, ‘when he hears that one of the family has been subjected to such a humiliation?'

‘It is the purest accident. I cannot allow that there is any humiliation.'

‘Ah, you look on these things from another standpoint.'

‘I fail to see that anyone is to blame. I can hardly see how the lady could have acted otherwise, though her abrupt method of doing it was undoubtedly to be regretted. Having no other, she had no one to advise her at such a crisis.'

‘It was a slight, sir, a public slight,' said Lord St Simon, tapping his fingers upon the table.

‘You must make allowance for this poor girl, placed in so unprecedented a position.'

‘I will make no allowance. I am very angry indeed, and I have been shamefully used.'

‘I think 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 be.'

‘Pray make no apology to me,' said Lord St Simon bitterly.

‘Oh, yes, I know that I 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 that 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, sunburned man, with a sharp face and alert manner.

‘Then I'll tell our story right away,' said the lady. ‘Frank here and I met in '81, in McQuire's camp,
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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.