The Adventures and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (48 page)

‘ “Where have you been?” I asked, more sternly.

‘ “I don't wonder that you are surprised,” said she, and I could see that her fingers were trembling as she undid the fastening of her mantle. “Why, I never remember having done such a thing in my life before. The fact is, that I felt as though I were choking, and had a perfect longing for a breath of fresh air. I really think that I should have fainted if I had not gone out. I stood at the door for a few minutes, and now I am quite myself again.”

‘All the time that she was telling me this story she never once looked in my direction, and her voice was quite unlike her usual tones. It was evident to me that she was saying what was false. I said nothing in reply, but turned my face to the wall, sick at heart, with my mind filled with a thousand venomous doubts and suspicions. What was it that my wife was concealing from me? Where had she been during that strange expedition? I felt that I should have no peace until I knew, and yet I shrank from asking her again after once she had told me what was false. All the rest of the night I tossed and tumbled, framing theory after theory, each more unlikely than the last.

‘I should have gone to the City that day, but I was too perturbed in my mind to be able to pay attention to business matters. My wife seemed to be as upset as myself, and I could see from the little questioning glances which she kept shooting at me, that she understood that I disbelieved her statement, and that she was at her wits' end what to do. We hardly exchanged a word during breakfast, and immediately afterwards I went out for a walk, that I might think the matter over in the fresh morning air.

‘I went as far as the Crystal Palace,
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spent an hour in the grounds,
and was back in Norbury by one o'clock. It happened that my way took me past the cottage, and I stopped for an instant to look at the windows and to see if I could catch a glimpse of the strange face which had stared out at me on the day before. As I stood there, imagine my surprise, Mr Holmes, when the door suddenly opened and my wife walked out!

‘I was struck dumb with astonishment at the sight of her, but my emotions were nothing to those which showed themselves upon her face when our eyes met. She seemed for an instant to wish to shrink back inside the house again, and then, seeing how useless all concealment must be, she came forward with a very white face and frightened eyes which belied the smile upon her lips.

‘ “Oh, Jack!” she said, “I have just been in to see if I can be of any assistance to our new neighbours. Why do you look at me like that, Jack? You are not angry with me?”

‘ “So,” said I, “this is where you went during the night?”

‘ “What do you mean?” she cried.

‘ “You came here. I am sure of it. Who are these people that you should visit them at such an hour?”

‘ “I have not been here before.”

‘ “How can you tell me what you know is false?” I cried. “Your very voice changes as you speak. When have I ever had a secret from you? I shall enter that cottage, and I shall probe the matter to the bottom.”

‘ “No, no, Jack, for God's sake!” she gasped, in uncontrollable emotion. Then as I approached the door, she seized my sleeve and pulled me back with convulsive strength.

‘ “I implore you not to do this, Jack,” she cried. “I swear that I will tell you everything some day, but nothing but misery can come of it if you enter that cottage.” Then, as I tried to shake her off, she clung to me in a frenzy of entreaty.

‘ “Trust me, Jack!” she cried. “Trust me only this once. You will never have cause to regret it. You know that I would not have a secret from you if it were not for your own sake. Our whole lives are at stake on this. If you come home with me all will be well. If you force your way into that cottage, all is over between us.”

‘There was such earnestness, such despair in her manner that her words arrested me, and I stood irresolute before the door.

‘ “I will trust you on one condition, and on one condition only,” said I at last. “It is that this mystery comes to an end from now. You are at liberty to preserve your secret, but you must promise me that there shall be no more nightly visits, no more doings which are kept from my knowledge. I am willing to forget those which are past if you will promise that there shall be no more in the future.”

‘ “I was sure that you would trust me,” she cried, with a great sigh of relief. “It shall be just as you wish. Come away, oh, come away up to the house!” Still plucking at my sleeve she led me away from the cottage. As we went I glanced back, and there was that yellow, livid face watching us out of the upper window. What link could there be between that creature and my wife? Or how could the coarse, rough woman whom I had seen the day before be connected with her? It was a strange puzzle, and yet I knew that my mind could never know ease again until I had solved it.

‘For two days after this I stayed at home, and my wife appeared to abide loyally by our engagement, for, as far as I know, she never stirred out of the house. On the third day, however, I had ample evidence that her solemn promise was not enough to hold her back from this secret influence which drew her away from her husband and her duty.

‘I had gone into town on that day, but I returned by the 2.40 instead of the 3.36, which is my usual train. As I entered the house the maid ran into the hall with a startled face.

‘ “Where is your mistress?” I asked.

‘ “I think that she has gone out for a walk,” she answered.

‘My mind was instantly filled with suspicion. I rushed upstairs to make sure that she was not in the house. As I did so I happened to glance out of one of the upper windows, and saw the maid with whom I had just been speaking running across the field in the direction of the cottage. Then, of course, I saw exactly what it all meant. My wife had gone over there and had asked the servant to call her if I should return. Tingling with anger, I rushed down and strode across, determined to end the matter once and for ever. I saw my wife and the
maid hurrying back together along the lane, but I did not stop to speak with them. In the cottage lay the secret which was casting a shadow over my life. I vowed that, come what might, it should be a secret no longer. I did not even knock when I reached it, but turned the handle and rushed into the passage.

‘It was all still and quiet upon the ground floor. In the kitchen a kettle was singing on the fire, and a large black cat lay coiled up in a basket, but there was no sign of the woman whom I had seen before. I ran into the other room, but it was equally deserted. Then I rushed up the stairs, but only to find two other rooms empty and deserted at the top. There was no one at all in the whole house. The furniture and pictures were of the most common and vulgar description, save in the one chamber at the window of which I had seen the strange face. That was comfortable and elegant, and all my suspicions rose into a fierce, bitter blaze when I saw that on the mantelpiece stood a full-length photograph of my wife, which had been taken at my request only three months ago.

‘I stayed long enough to make certain that the house was absolutely empty. Then I left it, feeling a weight at my heart such as I had never had before. My wife came out into the hall as I entered my house, but I was too hurt and angry to speak with her, and pushing past her I made my way into my study. She followed me, however, before I could close the door.

‘ “I am sorry that I broke my promise, Jack,” said she, “but if you knew all the circumstances I am sure you would forgive me.”

‘ “Tell me everything, then,” said I.

‘ “I cannot, Jack, I cannot!” she cried.

‘ “Until you tell me who it is that has been living in that cottage, and who it is to whom you have given that photograph, there can never be any confidence between us,” said I, and breaking away from her I left the house. That was yesterday, Mr Holmes, and I have not seen her since, nor do I know anything more about this strange business. It is the first shadow that has come between us, and it has so shaken me that I do not know what I should do for the best. Suddenly this morning it occurred to me that you were the man to advise me, so I have hurried to you now, and I place myself unreservedly in your
hands. If there is any point which I have not made clear, pray question me about it. But above all tell me quickly what I have to do, for this misery is more than I can bear.'

Holmes and I had listened with the utmost interest to this extraordinary statement, which had been delivered in the jerky, broken fashion of a man who is under the influence of extreme emotion. My companion sat silent now for some time, with his chin upon his hand, lost in thought.

‘Tell me,' said he at last, ‘could you swear that this was a man's face which you saw at the window?'

‘Each time that I saw it I was some distance away from it, so that it is impossible for me to say.'

‘You appear, however, to have been disagreeably impressed by it.'

‘It seemed to be of an unnatural colour and to have a strange rigidity about the features. When I approached, it vanished with a jerk.'

‘How long is it since your wife asked you for a hundred pounds?'

‘Nearly two months.'

‘Have you ever seen a photograph of her first husband?'

‘No; there was a great fire at Atlanta very shortly after his death, and all her papers were destroyed.'

‘And yet she had a certificate of death. You say that you saw it?'

‘Yes, she got a duplicate after the fire.'

‘Did you ever meet anyone who knew her in America?'

‘No.'

‘Did she ever talk of revisiting the place?'

‘No.'

‘Or get letters from it?'

‘Not to my knowledge.'

‘Thank you. I should like to think over the matter a little now. If the cottage is permanently deserted we may have some difficulty; if on the other hand, as I fancy is more likely, the inmates were warned of your coming, and left before you entered yesterday, then they may be back now, and we should clear it all up easily. Let me advise you then, to return to Norbury and to examine the windows of the cottage again. If you have reason to believe that it is inhabited do not force
your way in, but send a wire to my friend and me. We shall be with you within an hour of receiving it, and we shall then very soon get to the bottom of the business.'

‘And if it is still empty?'

‘In that case I shall come out tomorrow and talk it over with you. Good-bye, and above all things do not fret until you know that you really have a cause for it.'

‘I am afraid that this is a bad business, Watson,' said my companion, as he returned after accompanying Mr Grant Munro to the door. ‘What do you make of it?'

‘It had an ugly sound,' I answered.

‘Yes. There's blackmail in it, or I am much mistaken.'

‘And who is the blackmailer?'

‘Well, it must be this creature who lives in the only comfortable room in the place, and has her photograph above his fireplace. Upon my word, Watson, there is something very attractive about that livid face at the window and I would not have missed the case for worlds.'

‘You have a theory?'

‘Yes, a provisional one. But I shall be surprised if it does not turn out to be correct. This woman's first husband is in that cottage.'

‘Why do you think so?'

‘How else can we explain her frenzied anxiety that her second one should not enter it? The facts, as I read them, are something like this: This woman was married in America. Her husband developed some hateful qualities, or, shall we say, that he contracted some loathsome disease, and became a leper or an imbecile. She fled from him at last, returned to England, changed her name, and started her life, as she thought, afresh. She had been married three years, and believed that her position was quite secure – having shown her husband the death certificate of some man whose name she had assumed – when suddenly her whereabouts was discovered by her first husband, or, we may suppose, by some unscrupulous woman, who had attached herself to the invalid. They write to the wife and threaten to come and expose her. She asks for a hundred pounds and endeavours to buy them off. They come in spite of it, and when the husband mentions casually to the wife that there are newcomers in the cottage, she knows in some
way that they are her pursuers. She waits until her husband is asleep, and then she rushes down to endeavour to persuade them to leave her in peace. Having no success, she goes again next morning, and her husband meets her, as he told us, as she came out. She promises him then not to go there again, but two days afterwards, the hope of getting rid of those dreadful neighbours is too strong for her, and she makes another attempt, taking down with her the photograph which had probably been demanded from her. In the midst of this interview the maid rushes in to say that the master has come home, on which the wife, knowing that he would come straight down to the cottage, hurries the inmates out at the back door, into that grove of fir trees, probably, which was mentioned as standing near. In this way he finds the place deserted. I shall be very much surprised, however, if it is still so when he reconnoitres it this evening. What do you think of my theory?'

‘It is all surmise.'

‘But at least it covers all the facts. When new facts come to our knowledge which cannot be covered by it, it will be time enough to reconsider it. At present we can do nothing until we have a fresh message from our friend at Norbury.'

But we had not very long to wait. It came just as we had finished our tea. ‘The cottage is still tenanted,' it said. ‘Have seen the face again at the window. I'll meet the seven o'clock train, and take no steps until you arrive.'

He was waiting on the platform when we stepped out, and we could see in the light of the station lamps that he was very pale, and quivering with agitation.

‘They are still there, Mr Holmes,' said he, laying his hand upon my friend's sleeve. ‘I saw lights in the cottage as I came down. We shall settle it now, once and for all.'