A few moments later he was in our room, still puffing, still
gesticulating, but with so fixed a look of grief and despair in his eyes that our smiles
were turned in an instant to horror and pity. For a while he could not get his words out,
but swayed his body and plucked at his hair like one who has been driven to the extreme
limits of his reason. Then, suddenly springing to his feet, he beat his head  against the wall with such force
that we both rushed upon him and tore him away to the centre of the room. Sherlock Holmes
pushed him down into the easy-chair and, sitting beside him, patted his hand and chatted
with him in the easy, soothing tones which he knew so well how to employ.
You have come to me to tell your story, have you
not? said he. You are fatigued with your haste. Pray wait until you have
recovered yourself, and then I shall be most happy to look into any little problem which
you may submit to me.
The man sat for a minute or more with a heaving chest,
fighting against his emotion. Then he passed his handkerchief over his brow, set his lips
tight, and turned his face towards us.
No doubt you think me mad? said he.
I see that you have had some great trouble,
God knows I have!a trouble which is enough to
unseat my reason, so sudden and so terrible is it. Public disgrace I might have faced,
although I am a man whose character has never yet borne a stain. Private affliction also
is the lot of every man; but the two coming together, and in so frightful a form, have
been enough to shake my very soul. Besides, it is not I alone. The very noblest in the
land may suffer unless some way be found out of this horrible affair.
Pray compose yourself, sir, said Holmes, and
let me have a clear account of who you are and what it is that has befallen you.
My name, answered our visitor, is probably
familiar to your ears. I am Alexander Holder, of the banking firm of Holder &
Stevenson, of Threadneedle Street.
The name was indeed well known to us as belonging to the
senior partner in the second largest private banking concern in the City of London. What
could have happened, then, to bring one of the foremost citizens of London to this most
pitiable pass? We waited, all curiosity, until with another effort he braced himself to
tell his story.
I feel that time is of value, said he; that
is why I hastened here when the police inspector suggested that I should secure your
cooperation. I came to Baker Street by the Underground and hurried from there on foot, for
the cabs go slowly through this snow. That is why I was so out of breath, for I am a man
who takes very little exercise. I feel better now, and I will put the facts before you as
shortly and yet as clearly as I can.
It is, of course, well known to you that in a successful
banking business as much depends upon our being able to find remunerative investments for
our funds as upon our increasing our connection and the number of our depositors. One of
our most lucrative means of laying out money is in the shape of loans, where the security
is unimpeachable. We have done a good deal in this direction during the last few years,
and there are many noble families to whom we have advanced large sums upon the security of
their pictures, libraries, or plate.
Yesterday morning I was seated in my office at the bank
when a card was brought in to me by one of the clerks. I started when I saw the name, for
it was that of none other thanwell, perhaps even to you I had better say no more
than that it was a name which is a household word all over the earthone of the
highest, noblest, most exalted names in England. I was overwhelmed by the honour and
attempted, when he entered, to say so, but he plunged at once into business with the air
of a man who wishes to hurry quickly through a disagreeable task.
Mr. Holder, said he, I have been informed that you are in the
habit of advancing money.
The firm does so when the security is good,
It is absolutely essential to me, said he,
that I should have �50,000 at once. I could, of course, borrow so trifling a sum
ten times over from my friends, but I much prefer to make it a matter of business and to
carry out that business myself. In my position you can readily understand that it is
unwise to place ones self under obligations.
For how long, may I ask, do you want this
sum? I asked.
Next Monday I have a large sum due to me, and I
shall then most certainly repay what you advance, with whatever interest you think it
right to charge. But it is very essential to me that the money should be paid at
I should be happy to advance it without further
parley from my own private purse, said I, were it not that the strain would be
rather more than it could bear. If, on the other hand, I am to do it in the name of the
firm, then in justice to my partner I must insist that, even in your case, every
businesslike precaution should be taken.
I should much prefer to have it so, said
he, raising up a square, black morocco case which he had laid beside his chair. You
have doubtless heard of the Beryl Coronet?
One of the most precious public possessions of
the empire, said I.
Precisely. He opened the case, and there,
imbedded in soft, flesh-coloured velvet, lay the magnificent piece of jewellery which he
had named. There are thirty-nine enormous beryls, said he, and the price
of the gold chasing is incalculable. The lowest estimate would put the worth of the
coronet at double the sum which I have asked. I am prepared to leave it with you as my
I took the precious case into my hands and looked in
some perplexity from it to my illustrious client.
You doubt its value? he asked.
Not at all. I only doubt
The propriety of my leaving it. You may set your
mind at rest about that. I should not dream of doing so were it not absolutely certain
that I should be able in four days to reclaim it. It is a pure matter of form. Is the
You understand, Mr. Holder, that I am giving you
a strong proof of the confidence which I have in you, founded upon all that I have heard
of you. I rely upon you not only to be discreet and to refrain from all gossip upon the
matter but, above all, to preserve this coronet with every possible precaution because I
need not say that a great public scandal would be caused if any harm were to befall it.
Any injury to it would be almost as serious as its complete loss, for there are no beryls
in the world to match these, and it would be impossible to replace them. I leave it with
you, however, with every confidence, and I shall call for it in person on Monday
Seeing that my client was anxious to leave, I said no
more; but, calling for my cashier, I ordered him to pay over fifty �1000 notes. When I
was alone once more, however, with the precious case lying upon the table in front of me,
I could not but think with some misgivings of the immense responsibility which it entailed
upon me. There could be no doubt that, as it was a national possession, a horrible  scandal would ensue if any
misfortune should occur to it. I already regretted having ever consented to take charge of
it. However, it was too late to alter the matter now, so I locked it up in my private safe
and turned once more to my work.
When evening came I felt that it would be an imprudence
to leave so precious a thing in the office behind me. Bankers safes had been forced
before now, and why should not mine be? If so, how terrible would be the position in which
I should find myself! I determined, therefore, that for the next few days I would always
carry the case backward and forward with me, so that it might never be really out of my
reach. With this intention, I called a cab and drove out to my house at Streatham,
carrying the jewel with me. I did not breathe freely until I had taken it upstairs and
locked it in the bureau of my dressing-room.
And now a word as to my household, Mr. Holmes, for I
wish you to thoroughly understand the situation. My groom and my page sleep out of the
house, and may be set aside altogether. I have three maid-servants who have been with me a
number of years and whose absolute reliability is quite above suspicion. Another, Lucy
Parr, the second waiting-maid, has only been in my service a few months. She came with an
excellent character, however, and has always given me satisfaction. She is a very pretty
girl and has attracted admirers who have occasionally hung about the place. That is the
only drawback which we have found to her, but we believe her to be a thoroughly good girl
in every way.
So much for the servants. My family itself is so small
that it will not take me long to describe it. I am a widower and have an only son, Arthur.
He has been a disappointment to me, Mr. Holmesa grievous disappointment. I have no
doubt that I am myself to blame. People tell me that I have spoiled him. Very likely I
have. When my dear wife died I felt that he was all I had to love. I could not bear to see
the smile fade even for a moment from his face. I have never denied him a wish. Perhaps it
would have been better for both of us had I been sterner, but I meant it for the best.
It was naturally my intention that he should succeed me
in my business, but he was not of a business turn. He was wild, wayward, and, to speak the
truth, I could not trust him in the handling of large sums of money. When he was young he
became a member of an aristocratic club, and there, having charming manners, he was soon
the intimate of a number of men with long purses and expensive habits. He learned to play
heavily at cards and to squander money on the turf, until he had again and again to come
to me and implore me to give him an advance upon his allowance, that he might settle his
debts of honour. He tried more than once to break away from the dangerous company which he
was keeping, but each time the influence of his friend, Sir George Burnwell, was enough to
draw him back again.
And, indeed, I could not wonder that such a man as Sir
George Burnwell should gain an influence over him, for he has frequently brought him to my
house, and I have found myself that I could hardly resist the fascination of his manner.
He is older than Arthur, a man of the world to his finger-tips, one who had been
everywhere, seen everything, a brilliant talker, and a man of great personal beauty. Yet
when I think of him in cold blood, far away from the glamour of his presence, I am
convinced from his cynical speech and the look which I have caught in his eyes that he is
one who should be deeply distrusted. So I think, and so, too, thinks my little Mary, who
has a womans quick insight into character.
now there is only she to be described. She is my niece; but when my brother died five
years ago and left her alone in the world I adopted her, and have looked upon her ever
since as my daughter. She is a sunbeam in my house sweet, loving, beautiful, a
wonderful manager and housekeeper, yet as tender and quiet and gentle as a woman could be.
She is my right hand. I do not know what I could do without her. In only one matter has
she ever gone against my wishes. Twice my boy has asked her to marry him, for he loves her
devotedly, but each time she has refused him. I think that if anyone could have drawn him
into the right path it would have been she, and that his marriage might have changed his
whole life; but now, alas! it is too lateforever too late!
Now, Mr. Holmes, you know the people who live under my
roof, and I shall continue with my miserable story.
When we were taking coffee in the drawing-room that
night after dinner, I told Arthur and Mary my experience, and of the precious treasure
which we had under our roof, suppressing only the name of my client. Lucy Parr, who had
brought in the coffee, had, I am sure, left the room; but I cannot swear that the door was
closed. Mary and Arthur were much interested and wished to see the famous coronet, but I
thought it better not to disturb it.
Where have you put it? asked Arthur.
In my own bureau.
Well, I hope to goodness the house wont be
burgled during the night, said he.
It is locked up, I answered.
Oh, any old key will fit that bureau. When I
was a youngster I have opened it myself with the key of the box-room cupboard.
He often had a wild way of talking, so that I thought
little of what he said. He followed me to my room, however, that night with a very grave
Look here, dad, said he with his eyes cast
down, can you let me have �200?
No, I cannot! I answered sharply. I
have been far too generous with you in money matters.
You have been very kind, said he, but
I must have this money, or else I can never show my face inside the club again.
And a very good thing, too! I cried.
Yes, but you would not have me leave it a
dishonoured man, said he. I could not bear the disgrace. I must raise the
money in some way, and if you will not let me have it, then I must try other means.
I was very angry, for this was the third demand during
the month. You shall not have a farthing from me, I cried, on which he bowed
and left the room without another word.
When he was gone I unlocked my bureau, made sure that
my treasure was safe, and locked it again. Then I started to go round the house to see
that all was securea duty which I usually leave to Mary but which I thought it well
to perform myself that night. As I came down the stairs I saw Mary herself at the side
window of the hall, which she closed and fastened as I approached.
Tell me, dad, said she, looking, I thought,
a little disturbed, did you give Lucy, the maid, leave to go out to-night?
She came in just now by the back door. I have no
doubt that she has only been to the side gate to see someone, but I think that it is
hardly safe and should be stopped.
You must speak to her in the morning, or I will if you prefer it. Are you sure that
everything is fastened?
Quite sure, dad.
Then, good-night. I kissed her and went up
to my bedroom again, where I was soon asleep.
I am endeavouring to tell you everything, Mr. Holmes,
which may have any bearing upon the case, but I beg that you will question me upon any
point which I do not make clear.
On the contrary, your statement is singularly
I come to a part of my story now in which I should wish
to be particularly so. I am not a very heavy sleeper, and the anxiety in my mind tended,
no doubt, to make me even less so than usual. About two in the morning, then, I was
awakened by some sound in the house. It had ceased ere I was wide awake, but it had left
an impression behind it as though a window had gently closed somewhere. I lay listening
with all my ears. Suddenly, to my horror, there was a distinct sound of footsteps moving
softly in the next room. I slipped out of bed, all palpitating with fear, and peeped round
the corner of my dressing-room door.
Arthur! I screamed, you villain! you
thief! How dare you touch that coronet?
The gas was half up, as I had left it, and my unhappy
boy, dressed only in his shirt and trousers, was standing beside the light, holding the
coronet in his hands. He appeared to be wrenching at it, or bending it with all his
strength. At my cry he dropped it from his grasp and turned as pale as death. I snatched
it up and examined it. One of the gold corners, with three of the beryls in it, was
You blackguard! I shouted, beside myself
with rage. You have destroyed it! You have dishonoured me forever! Where are the
jewels which you have stolen?
Stolen! he cried.
Yes, thief! I roared, shaking him by the
There are none missing. There cannot be any
missing, said he.
There are three missing. And you know where they
are. Must I call you a liar as well as a thief? Did I not see you trying to tear off
You have called me names enough, said he;
I will not stand it any longer. I shall not say another word about this business,
since you have chosen to insult me. I will leave your house in the morning and make my own
way in the world.
You shall leave it in the hands of the
police! I cried, half-mad with grief and rage. I shall have this matter probed
to the bottom.
You shall learn nothing from me, said he
with a passion such as I should not have thought was in his nature. If you choose to
call the police, let the police find what they can.
By this time the whole house was astir, for I had raised
my voice in my anger. Mary was the first to rush into my room, and, at the sight of the
coronet and of Arthurs face, she read the whole story and, with a scream, fell down
senseless on the ground. I sent the house-maid for the police and put the investigation
into their hands at once. When the inspector and a constable entered the house, Arthur,
who had stood sullenly with his arms folded, asked me whether it was my intention to
charge him with theft. I answered that it had ceased to be a private matter, but had
become a public one, since the ruined coronet was national property. I was determined that
the law should have its way in everything.
At least, said he, you will not have me arrested at once. It would be to
your advantage as well as mine if I might leave the house for five minutes.
That you may get away, or perhaps that you may
conceal what you have stolen, said I. And then, realizing the dreadful position in
which I was placed, I implored him to remember that not only my honour but that of one who
was far greater than I was at stake; and that he threatened to raise a scandal which would
convulse the nation. He might avert it all if he would but tell me what he had done with
the three missing stones.
You may as well face the matter, said I;
you have been caught in the act, and no confession could make your guilt more
heinous. If you but make such reparation as is in your power, by telling us where the
beryls are, all shall be forgiven and forgotten.
Keep your forgiveness for those who ask for
it, he answered, turning away from me with a sneer. I saw that he was too hardened
for any words of mine to influence him. There was but one way for it. I called in the
inspector and gave him into custody. A search was made at once not only of his person but
of his room and of every portion of the house where he could possibly have concealed the
gems; but no trace of them could be found, nor would the wretched boy open his mouth for
all our persuasions and our threats. This morning he was removed to a cell, and I, after
going through all the police formalities, have hurried round to you to implore you to use
your skill in unravelling the matter. The police have openly confessed that they can at
present make nothing of it. You may go to any expense which you think necessary. I have
already offered a reward of �1000. My God, what shall I do! I have lost my honour, my
gems, and my son in one night. Oh, what shall I do!
He put a hand on either side of his head and rocked himself to
and fro, droning to himself like a child whose grief has got beyond words.
Sherlock Holmes sat silent for some few minutes, with his
brows knitted and his eyes fixed upon the fire.
Do you receive much company? he asked.
None save my partner with his family and an occasional
friend of Arthurs. Sir George Burnwell has been several times lately. No one else, I
Do you go out much in society?
Arthur does. Mary and I stay at home. We neither of us
care for it.
That is unusual in a young girl.
She is of a quiet nature. Besides, she is not so very
young. She is four-and-twenty.
This matter, from what you say, seems to have been a
shock to her also.
Terrible! She is even more affected than I.
You have neither of you any doubt as to your sons
How can we have when I saw him with my own eyes with the
coronet in his hands.
I hardly consider that a conclusive proof. Was the
remainder of the coronet at all injured?
Yes, it was twisted.
Do you not think, then, that he might have been trying
to straighten it?
God bless you! You are doing what you can for him and
for me. But it is too heavy a task. What was he doing there at all? If his purpose were
innocent, why did he not say so?
And if it were guilty, why did he not invent a lie? His silence appears to me to cut both
ways. There are several singular points about the case. What did the police think of the
noise which awoke you from your sleep?
They considered that it might be caused by Arthurs
closing his bedroom door.
A likely story! As if a man bent on felony would slam
his door so as to wake a household. What did they say, then, of the disappearance of these
They are still sounding the planking and probing the
furniture in the hope of finding them.
Have they thought of looking outside the house?
Yes, they have shown extraordinary energy. The whole
garden has already been minutely examined.
Now, my dear sir, said Holmes, is it not
obvious to you now that this matter really strikes very much deeper than either you or the
police were at first inclined to think? It appeared to you to be a simple case; to me it
seems exceedingly complex. Consider what is involved by your theory. You suppose that your
son came down from his bed, went, at great risk, to your dressing-room, opened your
bureau, took out your coronet, broke off by main force a small portion of it, went off to
some other place, concealed three gems out of the thirty-nine, with such skill that nobody
can find them, and then returned with the other thirty-six into the room in which he
exposed himself to the greatest danger of being discovered. I ask you now, is such a
But what other is there? cried the banker with a
gesture of despair. If his motives were innocent, why does he not explain
It is our task to find that out, replied Holmes;
so now, if you please, Mr. Holder, we will set off for Streatham together, and
devote an hour to glancing a little more closely into details.
My friend insisted upon my accompanying them in their
expedition, which I was eager enough to do, for my curiosity and sympathy were deeply
stirred by the story to which we had listened. I confess that the guilt of the
bankers son appeared to me to be as obvious as it did to his unhappy father, but
still I had such faith in Holmess judgment that I felt that there must be some
grounds for hope as long as he was dissatisfied with the accepted explanation. He hardly
spoke a word the whole way out to the southern suburb, but sat with his chin upon his
breast and his hat drawn over his eyes, sunk in the deepest thought. Our client appeared
to have taken fresh heart at the little glimpse of hope which had been presented to him,
and he even broke into a desultory chat with me over his business affairs. A short railway
journey and a shorter walk brought us to Fairbank, the modest residence of the great
Fairbank was a good-sized square house of white stone,
standing back a little from the road. A double carriage-sweep, with a snow-clad lawn,
stretched down in front to two large iron gates which closed the entrance. On the right
side was a small wooden thicket, which led into a narrow path between two neat hedges
stretching from the road to the kitchen door, and forming the tradesmens entrance.
On the left ran a lane which led to the stables, and was not itself within the grounds at
all, being a public, though little used, thoroughfare. Holmes left us standing at the door
and walked slowly all round the house, across the front, down the tradesmens path,
and so round by the garden behind into the stable lane. So long was he that Mr. Holder and
I went into the dining-room and waited by the fire until he should return. We were sitting
there in silence when the door opened 
and a young lady came in. She was rather above the middle height, slim,
with dark hair and eyes, which seemed the darker against the absolute pallor of her skin.
I do not think that I have ever seen such deadly paleness in a womans face. Her
lips, too, were bloodless, but her eyes were flushed with crying. As she swept silently
into the room she impressed me with a greater sense of grief than the banker had done in
the morning, and it was the more striking in her as she was evidently a woman of strong
character, with immense capacity for self-restraint. Disregarding my presence, she went
straight to her uncle and passed her hand over his head with a sweet womanly caress.
You have given orders that Arthur should be
liberated, have you not, dad? she asked.
No, no, my girl, the matter must be probed to the
But I am so sure that he is innocent. You know what
womans instincts are. I know that he has done no harm and that you will be sorry for
having acted so harshly.
Why is he silent, then, if he is innocent?
Who knows? Perhaps because he was so angry that you
should suspect him.
How could I help suspecting him, when I actually saw him
with the coronet in his hand?
Oh, but he had only picked it up to look at it. Oh, do,
do take my word for it that he is innocent. Let the matter drop and say no more. It is so
dreadful to think of our dear Arthur in prison!
I shall never let it drop until the gems are
foundnever, Mary! Your affection for Arthur blinds you as to the awful consequences
to me. Far from hushing the thing up, I have brought a gentleman down from London to
inquire more deeply into it.
This gentleman? she asked, facing round to me.
No, his friend. He wished us to leave him alone. He is
round in the stable lane now.
The stable lane? She raised her dark eyebrows.
What can he hope to find there? Ah! this, I suppose, is he. I trust, sir, that you
will succeed in proving, what I feel sure is the truth, that my cousin Arthur is innocent
of this crime.
I fully share your opinion, and I trust, with you, that
we may prove it, returned Holmes, going back to the mat to knock the snow from his
shoes. I believe I have the honour of addressing Miss Mary Holder. Might I ask you a
question or two?
Pray do, sir, if it may help to clear this horrible
You heard nothing yourself last night?
Nothing, until my uncle here began to speak loudly. I
heard that, and I came down.
You shut up the windows and doors the night before. Did
you fasten all the windows?
Were they all fastened this morning?
You have a maid who has a sweetheart? I think that you
remarked to your uncle last night that she had been out to see him?
Yes, and she was the girl who waited in the
drawing-room, and who may have heard uncles remarks about the coronet.
see. You infer that she may have gone out to tell her sweetheart, and that the two may
have planned the robbery.
But what is the good of all these vague theories,
cried the banker impatiently, when I have told you that I saw Arthur with the
coronet in his hands?
Wait a little, Mr. Holder. We must come back to that.
About this girl, Miss Holder. You saw her return by the kitchen door, I presume?
Yes; when I went to see if the door was fastened for the
night I met her slipping in. I saw the man, too, in the gloom.
Do you know him?
Oh, yes! he is the green-grocer who brings our
vegetables round. His name is Francis Prosper.
He stood, said Holmes, to the left of the
doorthat is to say, farther up the path than is necessary to reach the door?
Yes, he did.
And he is a man with a wooden leg?
Something like fear sprang up in the young ladys
expressive black eyes. Why, you are like a magician, said she. How do
you know that? She smiled, but there was no answering smile in Holmess thin,
I should be very glad now to go upstairs, said
he. I shall probably wish to go over the outside of the house again. Perhaps I had
better take a look at the lower windows before I go up.
He walked swiftly round from one to the other, pausing only at
the large one which looked from the hall onto the stable lane. This he opened and made a
very careful examination of the sill with his powerful magnifying lens. Now we shall
go upstairs, said he at last.
The bankers dressing-room was a plainly furnished little
chamber, with a gray carpet, a large bureau, and a long mirror. Holmes went to the bureau
first and looked hard at the lock.
Which key was used to open it? he asked.
That which my son himself indicatedthat of the
cupboard of the lumber-room.
Have you it here?
That is it on the dressing-table.
Sherlock Holmes took it up and opened the bureau.
It is a noiseless lock, said he. It is no
wonder that it did not wake you. This case, I presume, contains the coronet. We must have
a look at it. He opened the case, and taking out the diadem he laid it upon the
table. It was a magnificent specimen of the jewellers art, and the thirty-six stones
were the finest that I have ever seen. At one side of the coronet was a cracked edge,
where a corner holding three gems had been torn away.
Now, Mr. Holder, said Holmes, here is the
corner which corresponds to that which has been so unfortunately lost. Might I beg that
you will break it off.
The banker recoiled in horror. I should not dream of
trying, said he.
Then I will. Holmes suddenly bent his strength
upon it, but without result. I feel it give a little, said he; but,
though I am exceptionally strong in the fingers, it would take me all my time to break it.
An ordinary man could not do it. Now, what do you think would happen if I did break it,
Mr. Holder? There would be a noise like a pistol shot. Do you tell me that all this
happened within a few yards of your bed and that you heard nothing of it?
do not know what to think. It is all dark to me.
But perhaps it may grow lighter as we go. What do you
think, Miss Holder?
I confess that I still share my uncles
Your son had no shoes or slippers on when you saw
He had nothing on save only his trousers and
Thank you. We have certainly been favoured with
extraordinary luck during this inquiry, and it will be entirely our own fault if we do not
succeed in clearing the matter up. With your permission, Mr. Holder, I shall now continue
my investigations outside.
He went alone, at his own request, for he explained that any
unnecessary footmarks might make his task more difficult. For an hour or more he was at
work, returning at last with his feet heavy with snow and his features as inscrutable as
I think that I have seen now all that there is to see,
Mr. Holder, said he; I can serve you best by returning to my rooms.
But the gems, Mr. Holmes. Where are they?
I cannot tell.
The banker wrung his hands. I shall never see them
again! he cried. And my son? You give me hopes?
My opinion is in no way altered.
Then, for Gods sake, what was this dark business
which was acted in my house last night?
If you can call upon me at my Baker Street rooms
to-morrow morning between nine and ten I shall be happy to do what I can to make it
clearer. I understand that you give me carte blanche to act for you, provided
only that I get back the gems, and that you place no limit on the sum I may draw.
I would give my fortune to have them back.
Very good. I shall look into the matter between this and
then. Good-bye; it is just possible that I may have to come over here again before
It was obvious to me that my companions mind was now
made up about the case, although what his conclusions were was more than I could even
dimly imagine. Several times during our homeward journey I endeavoured to sound him upon
the point, but he always glided away to some other topic, until at last I gave it over in
despair. It was not yet three when we found ourselves in our room once more. He hurried to
his chamber, and was down again in a few minutes dressed as a common loafer. With his
collar turned up, his shiny, seedy coat, his red cravat, and his worn boots, he was a
perfect sample of the class.
I think that this should do, said he, glancing
into the glass above the fireplace. I only wish that you could come with me, Watson,
but I fear that it wont do. I may be on the trail in this matter, or I may be
following a will-o-the-wisp, but I shall soon know which it is. I hope that I may be
back in a few hours. He cut a slice of beef from the joint upon the sideboard,
sandwiched it between two rounds of bread, and thrusting this rude meal into his pocket he
started off upon his expedition.
I had just finished my tea when he returned, evidently in
excellent spirits, swinging an old elastic-sided boot in his hand. He chucked it down into
a corner and helped himself to a cup of tea.
I only looked in as I passed, said he. I am
going right on.
to the other side of the West End. It may be some time before I get back. Dont wait
up for me in case I should be late.
How are you getting on?
Oh, so so. Nothing to complain of. I have been out to
Streatham since I saw you last, but I did not call at the house. It is a very sweet little
problem, and I would not have missed it for a good deal. However, I must not sit gossiping
here, but must get these disreputable clothes off and return to my highly respectable
I could see by his manner that he had stronger reasons for
satisfaction than his words alone would imply. His eyes twinkled, and there was even a
touch of colour upon his sallow cheeks. He hastened upstairs, and a few minutes later I
heard the slam of the hall door, which told me that he was off once more upon his
I waited until midnight, but there was no sign of his return,
so I retired to my room. It was no uncommon thing for him to be away for days and nights
on end when he was hot upon a scent, so that his lateness caused me no surprise. I do not
know at what hour he came in, but when I came down to breakfast in the morning there he
was with a cup of coffee in one hand and the paper in the other, as fresh and trim as
You will excuse my beginning without you, Watson,
said he, but you remember that our client has rather an early appointment this
Why, it is after nine now, I answered. I
should not be surprised if that were he. I thought I heard a ring.
It was, indeed, our friend the financier. I was shocked by the
change which had come over him, for his face which was naturally of a broad and massive
mould, was now pinched and fallen in, while his hair seemed to me at least a shade whiter.
He entered with a weariness and lethargy which was even more painful than his violence of
the morning before, and he dropped heavily into the armchair which I pushed forward for
I do not know what I have done to be so severely
tried, said he. Only two days ago I was a happy and prosperous man, without a
care in the world. Now I am left to a lonely and dishonoured age. One sorrow comes close
upon the heels of another. My niece, Mary, has deserted me.
Yes. Her bed this morning had not been slept in, her
room was empty, and a note for me lay upon the hall table. I had said to her last night,
in sorrow and not in anger, that if she had married my boy all might have been well with
him. Perhaps it was thoughtless of me to say so. It is to that remark that she refers in
- MY DEAREST UNCLE:
I feel that I have brought trouble upon you, and that if
I had acted differently this terrible misfortune might never have occurred. I cannot, with
this thought in my mind, ever again be happy under your roof, and I feel that I must leave
you forever. Do not worry about my future, for that is provided for; and, above all, do
not search for me, for it will be fruitless labour and an ill-service to me. In life or in
death, I am ever
- Your loving
could she mean by that note, Mr. Holmes? Do you think it points to suicide?
No, no, nothing of the kind. It is perhaps the best
possible solution. I trust, Mr. Holder, that you are nearing the end of your
Ha! You say so! You have heard something, Mr. Holmes;
you have learned something! Where are the gems?
You would not think �1000 apiece an excessive sum for
I would pay ten.
That would be unnecessary. Three thousand will cover the
matter. And there is a little reward, I fancy. Have you your check-book? Here is a pen.
Better make it out for �4000.
With a dazed face the banker made out the required check.
Holmes walked over to his desk, took out a little triangular piece of gold with three gems
in it, and threw it down upon the table.
With a shriek of joy our client clutched it up.
You have it! he gasped. I am saved! I am
The reaction of joy was as passionate as his grief had been,
and he hugged his recovered gems to his bosom.
There is one other thing you owe, Mr. Holder, said
Sherlock Holmes rather sternly.
Owe! He caught up a pen. Name the sum, and I
will pay it.
No, the debt is not to me. You owe a very humble apology
to that noble lad, your son, who has carried himself 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 Arthur who took them?
I told you yesterday, and I repeat to-day, that it was
You are sure of it! Then let us hurry 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
an interview with him, and finding that he would not tell me the story, I told it to him,
on which he had to confess that I was right and to add the very few details which were not
yet quite clear to me. Your news of this morning, however, may open his lips.
For heavens sake, tell me, then, what is this
I will do so, and I 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 and for
you to hear: there has been an understanding between Sir George Burnwell and your niece
Mary. They have now fled together.
My Mary? Impossible!
It is unfortunately more than possible; it is certain.
Neither you nor your son knew the true character of this man when you admitted him into
your family circle. He is one of the most dangerous men in Englanda ruined gambler,
an absolutely desperate villain, a man without heart or conscience. Your niece knew
nothing of such men. When he breathed his vows to her, as he had done to a hundred before
her, she flattered herself that she alone had touched his heart. The devil knows best what
he said, but at least she became his tool and was in the habit of seeing him nearly every
I cannot, and I will not, believe it! cried the
banker with an ashen face.
I will tell you, then, what occurred in your house last
night. Your niece, when you had, as she thought, gone to your room, slipped down and
talked to her lover  through
the window which leads into the stable lane. His footmarks had pressed right through the
snow, so long had he stood there. She told him of the coronet. His wicked lust for gold
kindled at the news, 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 extinguishes all other loves, and I think that
she must have been one. She had hardly listened to his instructions when she saw you
coming downstairs, on which she closed the window rapidly and told you about one of the
servants escapade with her wooden-legged lover, which was all perfectly true.
Your boy, Arthur, went to bed after his interview with
you, but he slept badly on account of his uneasiness about his club debts. In the middle
of the night he heard a soft tread pass his door, so he rose and, looking out, was
surprised to see his cousin walking very stealthily along the passage until she
disappeared into your dressing-room. Petrified with astonishment, the lad slipped on some
clothes and waited there in the dark to see what would come of this strange affair.
Presently she emerged from the room again, and in the light of the passage-lamp your son
saw that she carried the precious coronet in her hands. She passed down the stairs, and
he, thrilling with horror, ran along and slipped behind the curtain near your door, whence
he could see what passed in the hall beneath. He saw her stealthily open the window, hand
out the coronet to someone in the gloom, and then closing it once more hurry back to her
room, passing quite close to where he stood hid behind the curtain.
As long as she was on the scene he could not take any
action without a horrible exposure of the woman whom he loved. But the instant that she
was gone he realized how crushing a misfortune this would be for you, and how
all-important it was to set it right. He rushed down, just as he was, in his bare feet,
opened the window, sprang out into the snow, and ran down the lane, where he could see a
dark figure in the moonlight. Sir George Burnwell tried to get away, but Arthur caught
him, and there was a struggle between them, your lad tugging at one side of the coronet,
and his opponent at the other. In the scuffle, your son struck Sir George and cut him over
the eye. Then something suddenly snapped, and your son, finding that he had the coronet in
his hands, rushed back, closed the window, ascended to your room, and had just observed
that the coronet had been twisted in the struggle and was endeavouring to straighten it
when you appeared upon the scene.
Is it possible? gasped the banker.
You then roused his anger by calling him names at a
moment when he felt that he had deserved your warmest thanks. He could not explain the
true state of affairs without betraying one who certainly deserved little enough
consideration at his hands. He took the more chivalrous view, however, and preserved her
And that was why she shrieked and fainted when she saw
the coronet, cried Mr. Holder. Oh, my God! what a blind fool I have been! And
his asking to be allowed to go out for five minutes! The dear fellow wanted to see if the
missing piece were at the scene of the struggle. How cruelly I have misjudged him!
When I arrived at the house, continued Holmes,
I at once went very carefully round it to observe if there were any traces in the
snow which might help me. I knew that none had fallen since the evening before, and also
that there had been a strong frost to preserve impressions. I passed along the
tradesmens path, but found it all trampled down and indistinguishable. Just beyond
it,  however, at the
far side of the kitchen door, a woman had stood and talked with a man, whose round
impressions on one side showed that he had a wooden leg. I could even tell that they had
been disturbed, for the woman had run back swiftly to the door, as was shown by the deep
toe and light heel marks, while Wooden-leg had waited a little, and then had gone away. I
thought at the time that this might be the maid and her sweetheart, of whom you had
already spoken to me, and inquiry showed it was so. I passed round the garden without
seeing anything more than random tracks, which I took to be the police; but when I got
into the stable lane a very long and complex story was written in the snow in front of me.
There was a double line of tracks of a booted man, and a
second double line which I saw with delight belonged to a man with naked feet. I was at
once convinced from what you had told me that the latter was your son. The first had
walked both ways, but the other had run swiftly, and as his tread was marked in places
over the depression of the boot, it was obvious that he had passed after the other. I
followed them up and found they led to the hall window, where Boots had worn all the snow
away while waiting. Then I walked to the other end, which was a hundred yards or more down
the lane. I saw where Boots had faced round, where the snow was cut up as though there had
been a struggle, and, finally, where a few drops of blood had fallen, to show me that I
was not mistaken. Boots had then run down the lane, and another little smudge of blood
showed that it was he who had been hurt. When he came to the highroad at the other end, I
found that the pavement had been cleared, so there was an end to that clue.
On entering the house, however, I examined, as you
remember, the sill and framework of the hall window with my lens, and I could at once see
that someone had passed out. I could distinguish the outline of an instep where the wet
foot had been placed in coming in. I was then beginning to be able to form an opinion as
to what had occurred. A man had waited outside the window; someone had brought the gems;
the deed had been overseen by your son; he had pursued the thief; had struggled with him;
they had each tugged at the coronet, their united strength causing injuries which neither
alone could have effected. He had returned with the prize, but had left a fragment in the
grasp of his opponent. So far I was clear. The question now was, who was the man and who
was it brought him the coronet?
It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded
the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Now, I knew that
it was not you who had brought it down, so there only remained your niece and the maids.
But if it were the maids, why should your son allow himself to be accused in their place?
There could be no possible reason. As he loved his cousin, however, there was an excellent
explanation why he should retain her secretthe more so as the secret was a
disgraceful one. When I remembered that you had seen her at that window, and how she had
fainted on seeing the coronet again, my conjecture became a certainty.
And who could it be who was her confederate? A lover
evidently, for who else could outweigh the love and gratitude which she must feel to you?
I knew that you went out little, and that your circle of friends was a very limited one.
But among them was Sir George Burnwell. I had heard of him before as being a man of evil
reputation among women. It must have been he who wore those boots and retained the missing
gems. Even though he knew that Arthur had discovered him,  he might still flatter himself that he was safe, for
the lad could not say a word without compromising his own family.
Well, your own good sense will suggest what measures I
took next. I went in the shape of a loafer to Sir Georges house, managed to pick up
an acquaintance with his valet, learned that his master had cut his head the night before,
and, finally, at the expense of six shillings, made all sure by buying a pair of his
cast-off shoes. With these I journeyed down to Streatham and saw that they exactly fitted
I saw an ill-dressed vagabond in the lane yesterday
evening, said Mr. Holder.
Precisely. It was I. I found that I had my man, so I
came home and changed my clothes. It was a delicate part which I had to play then, for I
saw that a prosecution must be avoided to avert scandal, and I knew that so astute a
villain would see that our hands were tied in the matter. I went and saw him. At first, of
course, he denied everything. But when I gave him every particular that had occurred, he
tried to bluster and took down a life-preserver from the wall. I knew my man, however, and
I clapped a pistol to his head before he could strike. Then he became a little more
reasonable. I told him that we would give him a price for the stones he held�1000
apiece. That brought out the first signs of grief that he had shown. Why, dash it
all! said he, Ive let them go at six hundred for the three! I soon
managed to get the address of the receiver who had them, on promising him that there would
be no prosecution. Off I set to him, and after much chaffering I got our stones at �1000
apiece. Then I looked in upon your son, told him that all was right, and eventually got to
my bed about two oclock, after what I may call a really hard days work.
A day which has saved England from a great public
scandal, said the banker, rising. Sir, I cannot find words to thank you, but
you shall not find me ungrateful for what you have done. Your skill has indeed exceeded
all that I have heard of it. And now I must fly to my dear boy to apologize to him for the
wrong which I have done him. As to what you tell me of poor Mary, it goes to my very
heart. Not even your skill can inform me where she is now.
I think that we may safely say, returned Holmes,
that she is wherever Sir George Burnwell is. It is equally certain, too, that
whatever her sins are, they will soon receive a more than sufficient punishment.