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1Holmes laughed. "It is quite a pretty little problem," said he. "But a very serious one to me," returned the King
2reproachfully. "Very, indeed. And what does she propose to do with the photograph?" "To ruin me." "But how?" "I am about
3to be married." "So I have heard." "To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, second daughter of the King of Scandinavia.
4You may know the strict principles of her family. She is herself the very soul of delicacy. A shadow of a doubt as to my
5conduct would bring the matter to an end." "And Irene Adler?" "Threatens to send them the photograph. And she will do
6it. I know that she will do it. You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful
7of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men. Rather than I should marry another woman, there are no lengths to
8which she would not go--none." "You are sure that she has not sent it yet?" "I am sure." "And why?" "Because she has
9said that she would send it on the day when the betrothal was publicly proclaimed. That will be next Monday." "Oh, then
10we have three days yet," said Holmes with a yawn. "That is very fortunate, as I have one or two matters of importance to
11look into just at present. Your Majesty will, of course, stay in London for the present?" "Certainly. You will find me
12at the Langham under the name of the Count Von Kramm." "Then I shall drop you a line to let you know how we progress."
13"Pray do so. I shall be all anxiety." "Then, as to money?" "You have carte blanche." "Absolutely?" "I tell you that I
14would give one of the provinces of my kingdom to have that photograph." "And for present expenses?" The King took a
15heavy chamois leather bag from under his cloak and laid it on the table. "There are three hundred pounds in gold and
16seven hundred in notes," he said. Holmes scribbled a receipt upon a sheet of his note-book and handed it to him. "And
17Mademoiselle's address?" he asked. "Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St. John's Wood." Holmes took a note of it. "One
18other question," said he. "Was the photograph a cabinet?" "It was." "Then, good-night, your Majesty, and I trust that we
19shall soon have some good news for you. And good-night, Watson," he added, as the wheels of the royal brougham rolled
20down the street. "If you will be good enough to call to-morrow afternoon at three o'clock I should like to chat this
21little matter over with you." II. At three o'clock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The
22landlady informed me that he had left the house shortly after eight o'clock in the morning. I sat down beside the fire,
23however, with the intention of awaiting him, however long he might be. I was already deeply interested in his inquiry,
24for, though it was surrounded by none of the grim and strange features which were associated with the two crimes which I
25have already recorded, still, the nature of the case and the exalted station of his client gave it a character of its
26own. Indeed, apart from the nature of the investigation which my friend had on hand, there was something in his masterly
27grasp of a situation, and his keen, incisive reasoning, which made it a pleasure to me to study his system of work, and
28to follow the quick, subtle methods by which he disentangled the most inextricable mysteries. So accustomed was I to his
29invariable success that the very possibility of his failing had ceased to enter into my head. It was close upon four
30before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and
31disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I
32had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he
33emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out
34his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes. "Well, really!" he cried, and then he choked and
35laughed again until he was obliged to lie back, limp and helpless, in the chair. "What is it?" "It's quite too funny. I
36am sure you could never guess how I employed my morning, or what I ended by doing." "I can't imagine. I suppose that you
37have been watching the habits, and perhaps the house, of Miss Irene Adler." "Quite so; but the sequel was rather
38unusual. I will tell you, however. I left the house a little after eight o'clock this morning in the character of a
39groom out of work. There is a wonderful sympathy and freemasonry among horsey men. Be one of them, and you will know all
40that there is to know. I soon found Briony Lodge. It is a bijou villa, with a garden at the back, but built out in front
41right up to the road, two stories. Chubb lock to the door. Large sitting-room on the right side, well furnished, with
42long windows almost to the floor, and those preposterous English window fasteners which a child could open. Behind there
43was nothing remarkable, save that the passage window could be reached from the top of the coach-house. I walked round it
44and examined it closely from every point of view, but without noting anything else of interest. "I then lounged down the
45street and found, as I expected, that there was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the
46ostlers a hand in rubbing down their horses, and received in exchange twopence, a glass of half-and-half, two fills of
47shag tobacco, and as much information as I could desire about Miss Adler, to say nothing of half a dozen other people in
48the neighbourhood in whom I was not in the least interested, but whose biographies I was compelled to listen to." "And
49what of Irene Adler?" I asked. "Oh, she has turned all the men's heads down in that part. She is the daintiest thing
50under a bonnet on this planet. So say the Serpentine-mews, to a man. She lives quietly, sings at concerts, drives out at
51five every day, and returns at seven sharp for dinner. Seldom goes out at other times, except when she sings. Has only
52one male visitor, but a good deal of him. He is dark, handsome, and dashing, never calls less than once a day, and often
53twice. He is a Mr. Godfrey Norton, of the Inner Temple. See the advantages of a cabman as a confidant. They had driven
54him home a dozen times from Serpentine-mews, and knew all about him. When I had listened to all they had to tell, I
55began to walk up and down near Briony Lodge once more, and to think over my plan of campaign. "This Godfrey Norton was
56evidently an important factor in the matter. He was a lawyer. That sounded ominous. What was the relation between them,
57and what the object of his repeated visits? Was she his client, his friend, or his mistress? If the former, she had
58probably transferred the photograph to his keeping. If the latter, it was less likely. On the issue of this question
59depended whether I should continue my work at Briony Lodge, or turn my attention to the gentleman's chambers in the
60Temple. It was a delicate point, and it widened the field of my inquiry. I fear that I bore you with these details, but
61I have to let you see my little difficulties, if you are to understand the situation." "I am following you closely," I
62answered. "I was still balancing the matter in my mind when a hansom cab drove up to Briony Lodge, and a gentleman
63sprang out. He was a remarkably handsome man, dark, aquiline, and moustached--evidently the man of whom I had heard. He
64appeared to be in a great hurry, shouted to the cabman to wait, and brushed past the maid who opened the door with the
65air of a man who was thoroughly at home.
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