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1"That would be unnecessary. Three thousand will cover the matter. And there is a little reward, I fancy. Have you your
2cheque-book? Here is a pen. Better make it out for £ 4000." With a dazed face the banker made out the required check.
3Holmes walked over to his desk, took out a little triangular piece of gold with three gems in it, and threw it down upon
4the table. With a shriek of joy our client clutched it up. "You have it!" he gasped. "I am saved! I am saved!" The
5reaction of joy was as passionate as his grief had been, and he hugged his recovered gems to his bosom. "There is one
6other thing you owe, Mr. Holder," said Sherlock Holmes rather sternly. "Owe!" He caught up a pen. "Name the sum, and I
7will pay it." "No, the debt is not to me. You owe a very humble apology to that noble lad, your son, who has carried
8himself 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
9Arthur who took them?" "I told you yesterday, and I repeat to-day, that it was not." "You are sure of it! Then let us
10hurry to him at once to let him know that the truth is known." "He knows it already. When I had cleared it all up I had
11an interview with him, and finding that he would not tell me the story, I told it to him, on which he had to confess
12that I was right and to add the very few details which were not yet quite clear to me. Your news of this morning,
13however, may open his lips." "For Heaven's sake, tell me, then, what is this extraordinary mystery!" "I will do so, and
14I 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
15and for you to hear: there has been an understanding between Sir George Burnwell and your niece Mary. They have now fled
16together." "My Mary? Impossible!" "It is unfortunately more than possible; it is certain. Neither you nor your son knew
17the true character of this man when you admitted him into your family circle. He is one of the most dangerous men in
18England--a ruined gambler, an absolutely desperate villain, a man without heart or conscience. Your niece knew nothing
19of such men. When he breathed his vows to her, as he had done to a hundred before her, she flattered herself that she
20alone had touched his heart. The devil knows best what he said, but at least she became his tool and was in the habit of
21seeing him nearly every evening." "I cannot, and I will not, believe it!" cried the banker with an ashen face. "I will
22tell you, then, what occurred in your house last night. Your niece, when you had, as she thought, gone to your room,
23slipped down and talked to her lover through the window which leads into the stable lane. His footmarks had pressed
24right through the snow, so long had he stood there. She told him of the coronet. His wicked lust for gold kindled at the
25news, 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
26extinguishes all other loves, and I think that she must have been one. She had hardly listened to his instructions when
27she saw you coming downstairs, on which she closed the window rapidly and told you about one of the servants' escapade
28with her wooden-legged lover, which was all perfectly true. "Your boy, Arthur, went to bed after his interview with you
29but he slept badly on account of his uneasiness about his club debts. In the middle of the night he heard a soft tread
30pass his door, so he rose and, looking out, was surprised to see his cousin walking very stealthily along the passage
31until she disappeared into your dressing-room. Petrified with astonishment, the lad slipped on some clothes and waited
32there in the dark to see what would come of this strange affair. Presently she emerged from the room again, and in the
33light of the passage-lamp your son saw that she carried the precious coronet in her hands. She passed down the stairs,
34and he, thrilling with horror, ran along and slipped behind the curtain near your door, whence he could see what passed
35in the hall beneath. He saw her stealthily open the window, hand out the coronet to someone in the gloom, and then
36closing it once more hurry back to her room, passing quite close to where he stood hid behind the curtain. "As long as
37she was on the scene he could not take any action without a horrible exposure of the woman whom he loved. But the
38instant that she was gone he realised how crushing a misfortune this would be for you, and how all-important it was to
39set it right. He rushed down, just as he was, in his bare feet, opened the window, sprang out into the snow, and ran
40down the lane, where he could see a dark figure in the moonlight. Sir George Burnwell tried to get away, but Arthur
41caught him, and there was a struggle between them, your lad tugging at one side of the coronet, and his opponent at the
42other. In the scuffle, your son struck Sir George and cut him over the eye. Then something suddenly snapped, and your
43son, finding that he had the coronet in his hands, rushed back, closed the window, ascended to your room, and had just
44observed that the coronet had been twisted in the struggle and was endeavouring to straighten it when you appeared upon
45the scene." "Is it possible?" gasped the banker. "You then roused his anger by calling him names at a moment when he
46felt that he had deserved your warmest thanks. He could not explain the true state of affairs without betraying one who
47certainly deserved little enough consideration at his hands. He took the more chivalrous view, however, and preserved
48her secret." "And that was why she shrieked and fainted when she saw the coronet," cried Mr. Holder. "Oh, my God! what a
49blind fool I have been! And his asking to be allowed to go out for five minutes! The dear fellow wanted to see if the
50missing piece were at the scene of the struggle. How cruelly I have misjudged him!" "When I arrived at the house,"
51continued Holmes, "I at once went very carefully round it to observe if there were any traces in the snow which might
52help me. I knew that none had fallen since the evening before, and also that there had been a strong frost to preserve
53impressions. I passed along the tradesmen's path, but found it all trampled down and indistinguishable. Just beyond it,
54however, at the far side of the kitchen door, a woman had stood and talked with a man, whose round impressions on one
55side showed that he had a wooden leg. I could even tell that they had been disturbed, for the woman had run back swiftly
56to the door, as was shown by the deep toe and light heel marks, while Wooden-leg had waited a little, and then had gone
57away. I thought at the time that this might be the maid and her sweetheart, of whom you had already spoken to me, and
58inquiry showed it was so. I passed round the garden without seeing anything more than random tracks, which I took to be
59the police; but when I got into the stable lane a very long and complex story was written in the snow in front of me.
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