Colonel Damery threw up his kid-gloved hands with a laugh.
There is no getting past you, Mr. Holmes! Wonderful! So you have already sized him
up as a murderer?
It is my business to follow the details of Continental
crime. Who could possibly have read what happened at Prague and have any doubts as to the
mans guilt! It was a purely technical legal point and the suspicious death of a
witness that saved him! I am as sure that he killed his wife when the so-called
accident happened in the Splugen Pass as if I had seen him do it. I knew,
also, that he had come to England and had a presentiment that sooner or later he would
find me some work to do. Well, what has Baron Gruner been up to? I presume it is not this
old tragedy which has come up again?
No, it is more serious than that. To revenge crime is
important, but to prevent it is more so. It is a terrible thing, Mr. Holmes, to see a
dreadful event, an atrocious situation, preparing itself before your eyes, to clearly
understand whither it will lead and yet to be utterly unable to avert it. Can a human
being be placed in a more trying position?
Then you will sympathize with the client in whose
interests I am acting.
I did not understand that you were merely an
intermediary. Who is the principal?
Mr. Holmes, I must beg you not to press that question.
It is important that I should be able to assure him that his honoured name has been in no
way dragged into the matter. His motives are, to the last degree, honourable and
chivalrous, but he prefers to remain unknown. I need not say that your fees will be
assured and that you will be given a perfectly free hand. Surely the actual name of your
client is immaterial?
I am sorry, said Holmes. I am accustomed to
have mystery at one end of my cases, but to have it at both ends is too confusing. I fear,
Sir James, that I must decline to act.
Our visitor was greatly disturbed. His large, sensitive face
was darkened with emotion and disappointment.
hardly realize the effect of your own action, Mr. Holmes, said he. You place
me in a most serious dilemma, for I am perfectly certain that you would be proud to take
over the case if I could give you the facts, and yet a promise forbids me from revealing
them all. May I, at least, lay all that I can before you?
By all means, so long as it is understood that I commit
myself to nothing.
That is understood. In the first place, you have no
doubt heard of General de Merville?
De Merville of Khyber fame? Yes, I have heard of
He has a daughter, Violet de Merville, young, rich,
beautiful, accomplished, a wonder-woman in every way. It is this daughter, this lovely,
innocent girl, whom we are endeavouring to save from the clutches of a fiend.
Baron Gruner has some hold over her, then?
The strongest of all holds where a woman is
concernedthe hold of love. The fellow is, as you may have heard, extraordinarily
handsome, with a most fascinating manner, a gentle voice, and that air of romance and
mystery which means so much to a woman. He is said to have the whole sex at his mercy and
to have made ample use of the fact.
But how came such a man to meet a lady of the standing
of Miss Violet de Merville?
It was on a Mediterranean yachting voyage. The company,
though select, paid their own passages. No doubt the promoters hardly realized the
Barons true character until it was too late. The villain attached himself to the
lady, and with such effect that he has completely and absolutely won her heart. To say
that she loves him hardly expresses it. She dotes upon him; she is obsessed by him.
Outside of him there is nothing on earth. She will not hear one word against him.
Everything has been done to cure her of her madness, but in vain. To sum up, she proposes
to marry him next month. As she is of age and has a will of iron, it is hard to know how
to prevent her.
Does she know about the Austrian episode?
The cunning devil has told her every unsavoury public
scandal of his past life, but always in such a way as to make himself out to be an
innocent martyr. She absolutely accepts his version and will listen to no other.
Dear me! But surely you have inadvertently let out the
name of your client? It is no doubt General de Merville.
Our visitor fidgeted in his chair.
I could deceive you by saying so, Mr. Holmes, but it
would not be true. De Merville is a broken man. The strong soldier has been utterly
demoralized by this incident. He has lost the nerve which never failed him on the
battlefield and has become a weak, doddering old man, utterly incapable of contending with
a brilliant, forceful rascal like this Austrian. My client, however, is an old friend, one
who has known the General intimately for many years and taken a paternal interest in this
young girl since she wore short frocks. He cannot see this tragedy consummated without
some attempt to stop it. There is nothing in which Scotland Yard can act. It was his own
suggestion that you should be called in, but it was, as I have said, on the express
stipulation that he should not be personally involved in the matter. I have no doubt, Mr.
Holmes, with your great powers you could easily trace my client back through me, but I
must ask you, as a point of honour, to refrain from doing so, and not to break in upon his
Holmes gave a whimsical smile.
think I may safely promise that, said he. I may add that your problem
interests me, and that I shall be prepared to look into it. How shall I keep in touch with
The Carlton Club will find me. But in case of emergency,
there is a private telephone call, XX.31.
Holmes noted it down and sat, still smiling, with the open
memorandum-book upon his knee.
The Barons present address, please?
Vernon Lodge, near Kingston. It is a large house. He has
been fortunate in some rather shady speculations and is a rich man, which naturally makes
him a more dangerous antagonist.
Is he at home at present?
Apart from what you have told me, can you give me any
further information about the man?
He has expensive tastes. He is a horse fancier. For a
short time he played polo at Hurlingham, but then this Prague affair got noised about and
he had to leave. He collects books and pictures. He is a man with a considerable artistic
side to his nature. He is, I believe, a recognized authority upon Chinese pottery and has
written a book upon the subject.
A complex mind, said Holmes. All great
criminals have that. My old friend Charlie Peace was a violin virtuoso. Wainwright was no
mean artist. I could quote many more. Well, Sir James, you will inform your client that I
am turning my mind upon Baron Gruner. I can say no more. I have some sources of
information of my own, and I dare say we may find some means of opening the matter
When our visitor had left us Holmes sat so long in deep
thought that it seemed to me that he had forgotten my presence. At last, however, he came
briskly back to earth.
Well, Watson, any views? he asked.
I should think you had better see the young lady
My dear Watson, if her poor old broken father cannot
move her, how shall I, a stranger, prevail? And yet there is something in the suggestion
if all else fails. But I think we must begin from a different angle. I rather fancy that
Shinwell Johnson might be a help.
I have not had occasion to mention Shinwell Johnson in these
memoirs because I have seldom drawn my cases from the latter phases of my friends
career. During the first years of the century he became a valuable assistant. Johnson, I
grieve to say, made his name first as a very dangerous villain and served two terms at
Parkhurst. Finally he repented and allied himself to Holmes, acting as his agent in the
huge criminal underworld of London and obtaining information which often proved to be of
vital importance. Had Johnson been a nark of the police he would soon have
been exposed, but as he dealt with cases which never came directly into the courts, his
activities were never realized by his companions. With the glamour of his two convictions
upon him, he had the entree of every night-club, doss house, and gambling-den in the town,
and his quick observation and active brain made him an ideal agent for gaining
information. It was to him that Sherlock Holmes now proposed to turn.
It was not possible for me to follow the immediate steps taken
by my friend, for I had some pressing professional business of my own, but I met him by  appointment that evening at
Simpsons, where, sitting at a small table in the front window and looking down at
the rushing stream of life in the Strand, he told me something of what had passed.
Johnson is on the prowl, said he. He may
pick up some garbage in the darker recesses of the underworld, for it is down there, amid
the black roots of crime, that we must hunt for this mans secrets.
But if the lady will not accept what is already known,
why should any fresh discovery of yours turn her from her purpose?
Who knows, Watson? Womans heart and mind are
insoluble puzzles to the male. Murder might be condoned or explained, and yet some smaller
offence might rankle. Baron Gruner remarked to me
He remarked to you!
Oh, to be sure, I had not told you of my plans. Well,
Watson, I love to come to close grips with my man. I like to meet him eye to eye and read
for myself the stuff that he is made of. When I had given Johnson his instructions I took
a cab out to Kingston and found the Baron in a most affable mood.
Did he recognize you?
There was no difficulty about that, for I simply sent in
my card. He is an excellent antagonist, cool as ice, silky voiced and soothing as one of
your fashionable consultants, and poisonous as a cobra. He has breeding in hima real
aristocrat of crime, with a superficial suggestion of afternoon tea and all the cruelty of
the grave behind it. Yes, I am glad to have had my attention called to Baron Adelbert
You say he was affable?
A purring cat who thinks he sees prospective mice. Some
peoples affability is more deadly than the violence of coarser souls. His greeting
was characteristic. I rather thought I should see you sooner or later, Mr.
Holmes, said he. You have been engaged, no doubt by General de Merville, to
endeavour to stop my marriage with his daughter, Violet. That is so, is it not?
My dear man, said he, you will only
ruin your own well-deserved reputation. It is not a case in which you can possibly
succeed. You will have barren work, to say nothing of incurring some danger. Let me very
strongly advise you to draw off at once.
It is curious, I answered, but that
was the very advice which I had intended to give you. I have a respect for your brains,
Baron, and the little which I have seen of your personality has not lessened it. Let me
put it to you as man to man. No one wants to rake up your past and make you unduly
uncomfortable. It is over, and you are now in smooth waters, but if you persist in this
marriage you will raise up a swarm of powerful enemies who will never leave you alone
until they have made England too hot to hold you. Is the game worth it? Surely you would
be wiser if you left the lady alone. It would not be pleasant for you if these facts of
your past were brought to her notice.
The Baron has little waxed tips of hair under his nose,
like the short antennae of an insect. These quivered with amusement as he listened, and he
finally broke into a gentle chuckle.
Excuse my amusement, Mr. Holmes, said he,
but it is really funny to see you trying to play a hand with no cards in it. I
dont think anyone could do it better, 
but it is rather pathetic, all the same. Not a colour card there, Mr.
Holmes, nothing but the smallest of the small.
So you think.
So I know. Let me make the thing clear to you,
for my own hand is so strong that I can afford to show it. I have been fortunate enough to
win the entire affection of this lady. This was given to me in spite of the fact that I
told her very clearly of all the unhappy incidents in my past life. I also told her that
certain wicked and designing personsI hope you recognize yourself would come
to her and tell her these things, and I warned her how to treat them. You have heard of
post-hypnotic suggestion, Mr. Holmes? Well, you will see how it works, for a man of
personality can use hypnotism without any vulgar passes or tomfoolery. So she is ready for
you and, I have no doubt, would give you an appointment, for she is quite amenable to her
fathers willsave only in the one little matter.
Well, Watson, there seemed to be no more to say, so I
took my leave with as much cold dignity as I could summon, but, as I had my hand on the
door-handle, he stopped me.
By the way, Mr. Holmes, said he,
did you know Le Brun, the French agent?
Yes, said I.
Do you know what befell him?
I heard that he was beaten by some Apaches in the
Montmartre district and crippled for life.
Quite true, Mr. Holmes. By a curious coincidence
he had been inquiring into my affairs only a week before. Dont do it, Mr. Holmes;
its not a lucky thing to do. Several have found that out. My last word to you is, go
your own way and let me go mine. Good-bye!
So there you are, Watson. You are up to date now.
The fellow seems dangerous.
Mighty dangerous. I disregard the blusterer, but this is
the sort of man who says rather less than he means.
Must you interfere? Does it really matter if he marries
Considering that he undoubtedly murdered his last wife,
I should say it mattered very much. Besides, the client! Well, well, we need not discuss
that. When you have finished your coffee you had best come home with me, for the blithe
Shinwell will be there with his report.
We found him sure enough, a huge, coarse, red-faced, scorbutic
man, with a pair of vivid black eyes which were the only external sign of the very cunning
mind within. It seems that he had dived down into what was peculiarly his kingdom, and
beside him on the settee was a brand which he had brought up in the shape of a slim,
flame-like young woman with a pale, intense face, youthful, and yet so worn with sin and
sorrow that one read the terrible years which had left their leprous mark upon her.
This is Miss Kitty Winter, said Shinwell Johnson,
waving his fat hand as an introduction. What she dont knowwell, there,
shell speak for herself. Put my hand right on her, Mr. Holmes, within an hour of
Im easy to find, said the young woman.
Hell, London, gets me every time. Same address for Porky Shinwell. Were old
mates, Porky, you and I. But, by cripes! there is another who ought to be down in a lower
hell than we if there was any justice in the world! That is the man you are after, Mr.
Holmes smiled. I gather we have your good wishes, Miss
I can help to put him where he belongs, Im yours to the rattle, said our
visitor with fierce energy. There was an intensity of hatred in her white, set face and
her blazing eyes such as woman seldom and man never can attain. You neednt go
into my past, Mr. Holmes. Thats neither here nor there. But what I am Adelbert
Gruner made me. If I could pull him down! She clutched frantically with her hands
into the air. Oh, if I could only pull him into the pit where he has pushed so
You know how the matter stands?
Porky Shinwell has been telling me. Hes after some
other poor fool and wants to marry her this time. You want to stop it. Well, you surely
know enough about this devil to prevent any decent girl in her senses wanting to be in the
same parish with him.
She is not in her senses. She is madly in love. She has
been told all about him. She cares nothing.
Told about the murder?
My Lord, she must have a nerve!
She puts them all down as slanders.
Couldnt you lay proofs before her silly
Well, can you help us do so?
Aint I a proof myself? If I stood before her and
told her how he used me
Would you do this?
Would I? Would I not!
Well, it might be worth trying. But he has told her most
of his sins and had pardon from her, and I understand she will not reopen the
Ill lay he didnt tell her all, said
Miss Winter. I caught a glimpse of one or two murders besides the one that made such
a fuss. He would speak of someone in his velvet way and then look at me with a steady eye
and say: He died within a month. It wasnt hot air, either. But I took
little notice you see, I loved him myself at that time. Whatever he did went with
me, same as with this poor fool! There was just one thing that shook me. Yes, by cripes!
if it had not been for his poisonous, lying tongue that explains and soothes, Id
have left him that very night. Its a book he hasa brown leather book with a
lock, and his arms in gold on the outside. I think he was a bit drunk that night, or he
would not have shown it to me.
What was it, then?
I tell you, Mr. Holmes, this man collects women, and
takes a pride in his collection, as some men collect moths or butterflies. He had it all
in that book. Snapshot photographs, names, details, everything about them. It was a
beastly booka book no man, even if he had come from the gutter, could have put
together. But it was Adelbert Gruners book all the same. Souls I have
ruined. He could have put that on the outside if he had been so minded. However,
thats neither here nor there, for the book would not serve you, and, if it would,
you cant get it.
Where is it?
How can I tell you where it is now? Its more than
a year since I left him. I know where he kept it then. Hes a precise, tidy cat of a
man in many of his ways, so maybe it is still in the pigeon-hole of the old bureau in the
inner study. Do you know his house?
Ive been in the study, said Holmes.
you, though? You havent been slow on the job if you only started this morning. Maybe
dear Adelbert has met his match this time. The outer study is the one with the Chinese
crockery in itbig glass cupboard between the windows. Then behind his desk is the
door that leads to the inner studya small room where he keeps papers and
Is he not afraid of burglars?
Adelbert is no coward. His worst enemy couldnt say
that of him. He can look after himself. Theres a burglar alarm at night. Besides,
what is there for a burglarunless they got away with all this fancy crockery?
No good, said Shinwell Johnson with the decided
voice of the expert. No fence wants stuff of that sort that you can neither melt nor
Quite so, said Holmes. Well, now, Miss
Winter, if you would call here to-morrow evening at five, I would consider in the
meanwhile whether your suggestion of seeing this lady personally may not be arranged. I am
exceedingly obliged to you for your cooperation. I need not say that my clients will
None of that, Mr. Holmes, cried the young woman.
I am not out for money. Let me see this man in the mud, and Ive got all
Ive worked forin the mud with my foot on his cursed face. Thats my
price. Im with you to-morrow or any other day so long as you are on his track. Porky
here can tell you always where to find me.
I did not see Holmes again until the following evening when we
dined once more at our Strand restaurant. He shrugged his shoulders when I asked him what
luck he had had in his interview. Then he told the story, which I would repeat in this
way. His hard, dry statement needs some little editing to soften it into the terms of real
There was no difficulty at all about the
appointment, said Holmes, for the girl glories in showing abject filial
obedience in all secondary things in an attempt to atone for her flagrant breach of it in
her engagement. The General phoned that all was ready, and the fiery Miss W. turned
up according to schedule, so that at half-past five a cab deposited us outside 104
Berkeley Square, where the old soldier residesone of those awful gray London castles
which would make a church seem frivolous. A footman showed us into a great
yellow-curtained drawing-room, and there was the lady awaiting us, demure, pale,
self-contained, as inflexible and remote as a snow image on a mountain.
I dont quite know how to make her clear to you,
Watson. Perhaps you may meet her before we are through, and you can use your own gift of
words. She is beautiful, but with the ethereal other-world beauty of some fanatic whose
thoughts are set on high. I have seen such faces in the pictures of the old masters of the
Middle Ages. How a beastman could have laid his vile paws upon such a being of the beyond
I cannot imagine. You may have noticed how extremes call to each other, the spiritual to
the animal, the cave-man to the angel. You never saw a worse case than this.
She knew what we had come for, of coursethat
villain had lost no time in poisoning her mind against us. Miss Winters advent
rather amazed her, I think, but she waved us into our respective chairs like a reverend
abbess receiving two rather leprous mendicants. If your head is inclined to swell, my dear
Watson, take a course of Miss Violet de Merville.
Well, sir, said she in a voice like the
wind from an iceberg, your name is familiar to me. You have called, as I understand,
to malign my fiancÚ, Baron Gruner. It is only by my fathers request that I see you
at all, and I warn you in  advance
that anything you can say could not possibly have the slightest effect upon my mind.
I was sorry for her, Watson. I thought of her for the
moment as I would have thought of a daughter of my own. I am not often eloquent. I use my
head, not my heart. But I really did plead with her with all the warmth of words that I
could find in my nature. I pictured to her the awful position of the woman who only wakes
to a mans character after she is his wifea woman who has to submit to be
caressed by bloody hands and lecherous lips. I spared her nothing the shame, the
fear, the agony, the hopelessness of it all. All my hot words could not bring one tinge of
colour to those ivory cheeks or one gleam of emotion to those abstracted eyes. I thought
of what the rascal had said about a post-hypnotic influence. One could really believe that
she was living above the earth in some ecstatic dream. Yet there was nothing indefinite in
I have listened to you with patience, Mr.
Holmes, said she. The effect upon my mind is exactly as predicted. I am aware
that Adelbert, that my fiancÚ, has had a stormy life in which he has incurred bitter
hatreds and most unjust aspersions. You are only the last of a series who have brought
their slanders before me. Possibly you mean well, though I learn that you are a paid agent
who would have been equally willing to act for the Baron as against him. But in any case I
wish you to understand once for all that I love him and that he loves me, and that the
opinion of all the world is no more to me than the twitter of those birds outside the
window. If his noble nature has ever for an instant fallen, it may be that I have been
specially sent to raise it to its true and lofty level. I am not clearhere she
turned eyes upon my companionwho this young lady may be.
I was about to answer when the girl broke in like a
whirlwind. If ever you saw flame and ice face to face, it was those two women.
Ill tell you who I am, she cried,
springing out of her chair, her mouth all twisted with passionI am his last
mistress. I am one of a hundred that he has tempted and used and ruined and thrown into
the refuse heap, as he will you also. Your refuse heap is more likely to be a grave, and
maybe thats the best. I tell you, you foolish woman, if you marry this man
hell be the death of you. It may be a broken heart or it may be a broken neck, but
hell have you one way or the other. Its not out of love for you Im
speaking. I dont care a tinkers curse whether you live or die. Its out
of hate for him and to spite him and to get back on him for what he did to me. But
its all the same, and you neednt look at me like that, my fine lady, for you
may be lower than I am before you are through with it.
I should prefer not to discuss such
matters, said Miss de Merville coldly. Let me say once for all that I am aware
of three passages in my fiancÚs life in which he became entangled with designing
women, and that I am assured of his hearty repentance for any evil that he may have
Three passages! screamed my companion.
You fool! You unutterable fool!
Mr. Holmes, I beg that you will bring this
interview to an end, said the icy voice. I have obeyed my fathers wish
in seeing you, but I am not compelled to listen to the ravings of this person.
With an oath Miss Winter darted forward, and if I had
not caught her wrist she would have clutched this maddening woman by the hair. I dragged
her towards the door and was lucky to get her back into the cab without a public scene,
for she was beside herself with rage. In a cold way I felt pretty furious myself, Watson,
for there was something indescribably annoying in the calm aloofness and supreme  self-complaisance of the woman whom we were
trying to save. So now once again you know exactly how we stand, and it is clear that I
must plan some fresh opening move, for this gambit wont work. Ill keep in
touch with you, Watson, for it is more than likely that you will have your part to play,
though it is just possible that the next move may lie with them rather than with us.
And it did. Their blow fellor his blow rather, for never
could I believe that the lady was privy to it. I think I could show you the very
paving-stone upon which I stood when my eyes fell upon the placard, and a pang of horror
passed through my very soul. It was between the Grand Hotel and Charing Cross Station,
where a one-legged news-vender displayed his evening papers. The date was just two days
after the last conversation. There, black upon yellow, was the terrible news-sheet:
MURDEROUS ATTACK UPON
I think I stood stunned for some moments. Then I have a
confused recollection of snatching at a paper, of the remonstrance of the man, whom I had
not paid, and, finally, of standing in the doorway of a chemists shop while I turned
up the fateful paragraph. This was how it ran:
- We learn with regret that Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the
well-known private detective, was the victim this morning of a murderous assault which has
left him in a precarious position. There are no exact details to hand, but the event seems
to have occurred about twelve oclock in Regent Street, outside the Cafe Royal. The
attack was made by two men armed with sticks, and Mr. Holmes was beaten about the head and
body, receiving injuries which the doctors describe as most serious. He was carried to
Charing Cross Hospital and afterwards insisted upon being taken to his rooms in Baker
Street. The miscreants who attacked him appear to have been respectably dressed men, who
escaped from the bystanders by passing through the Cafe Royal and out into Glasshouse
Street behind it. No doubt they belonged to that criminal fraternity which has so often
had occasion to bewail the activity and ingenuity of the injured man.
I need not say that my eyes had hardly glanced over the
paragraph before I had sprung into a hansom and was on my way to Baker Street. I found Sir
Leslie Oakshott, the famous surgeon, in the hall and his brougham waiting at the curb.
No immediate danger, was his report. Two
lacerated scalp wounds and some considerable bruises. Several stitches have been
necessary. Morphine has been injected and quiet is essential, but an interview of a few
minutes would not be absolutely forbidden.
With this permission I stole into the darkened room. The
sufferer was wide awake, and I heard my name in a hoarse whisper. The blind was
three-quarters down, but one ray of sunlight slanted through and struck the bandaged head
of the injured man. A crimson patch had soaked through the white linen compress. I sat
beside him and bent my head.
All right, Watson. Dont look so scared, he
muttered in a very weak voice. Its not as bad as it seems.
Thank God for that!
Im a bit of a single-stick expert, as you know. I
took most of them on my guard. It was the second man that was too much for me.
can I do, Holmes? Of course, it was that damned fellow who set them on. Ill go and
thrash the hide off him if you give the word.
Good old Watson! No, we can do nothing there unless the
police lay their hands on the men. But their get-away had been well prepared. We may be
sure of that. Wait a little. I have my plans. The first thing is to exaggerate my
injuries. Theyll come to you for news. Put it on thick, Watson. Lucky if I live the
week outconcussiondeliriumwhat you like! You cant overdo it.
But Sir Leslie Oakshott?
Oh, hes all right. He shall see the worst side of
me. Ill look after that.
Yes. Tell Shinwell Johnson to get that girl out of the
way. Those beauties will be after her now. They know, of course, that she was with me in
the case. If they dared to do me in it is not likely they will neglect her. That is
urgent. Do it to-night.
Ill go now. Anything more?
Put my pipe on the tableand the tobacco-slipper.
Right! Come in each morning and we will plan our campaign.
I arranged with Johnson that evening to take Miss Winter to a
quiet suburb and see that she lay low until the danger was past.
For six days the public were under the impression that Holmes
was at the door of death. The bulletins were very grave and there were sinister paragraphs
in the papers. My continual visits assured me that it was not so bad as that. His wiry
constitution and his determined will were working wonders. He was recovering fast, and I
had suspicions at times that he was really finding himself faster than he pretended even
to me. There was a curious secretive streak in the man which led to many dramatic effects,
but left even his closest friend guessing as to what his exact plans might be. He pushed
to an extreme the axiom that the only safe plotter was he who plotted alone. I was nearer
him than anyone else, and yet I was always conscious of the gap between.
On the seventh day the stitches were taken out, in spite of
which there was a report of erysipelas in the evening papers. The same evening papers had
an announcement which I was bound, sick or well, to carry to my friend. It was simply that
among the passengers on the Cunard boat Ruritania, starting from Liverpool on
Friday, was the Baron Adelbert Gruner, who had some important financial business to settle
in the States before his impending wedding to Miss Violet de Merville, only daughter of,
etc., etc. Holmes listened to the news with a cold, concentrated look upon his pale face,
which told me that it hit him hard.
Friday! he cried. Only three clear days. I
believe the rascal wants to put himself out of dangers way. But he wont,
Watson! By the Lord Harry, he wont! Now, Watson, I want you to do something for
I am here to be used, Holmes.
Well, then, spend the next twenty-four hours in an
intensive study of Chinese pottery.
He gave no explanations and I asked for none. By long
experience I had learned the wisdom of obedience. But when I had left his room I walked
down Baker Street, revolving in my head how on earth I was to carry out so strange an
order. Finally I drove to the London Library in St. Jamess Square, put the matter to
my friend Lomax, the sublibrarian, and departed to my rooms with a goodly volume under my
is said that the barrister who crams up a case with such care that he can examine an
expert witness upon the Monday has forgotten all his forced knowledge before the Saturday.
Certainly I should not like now to pose as an authority upon ceramics. And yet all that
evening, and all that night with a short interval for rest, and all next morning, I was
sucking in knowledge and committing names to memory. There I learned of the hall-marks of
the great artist-decorators, of the mystery of cyclical dates, the marks of the Hung-wu
and the beauties of the Yung-lo, the writings of Tang-ying, and the glories of the
primitive period of the Sung and the Yuan. I was charged with all this information when I
called upon Holmes next evening. He was out of bed now, though you would not have guessed
it from the published reports, and he sat with his much-bandaged head resting upon his
hand in the depth of his favourite armchair.
Why, Holmes, I said, if one believed the
papers, you are dying.
That, said he, is the very impression which
I intended to convey. And now, Watson, have you learned your lessons?
At least I have tried to.
Good. You could keep up an intelligent conversation on
I believe I could.
Then hand me that little box from the mantelpiece.
He opened the lid and took out a small object most carefully
wrapped in some fine Eastern silk. This he unfolded, and disclosed a delicate little
saucer of the most beautiful deep-blue colour.
It needs careful handling, Watson. This is the real
egg-shell pottery of the Ming dynasty. No finer piece ever passed through Christies.
A complete set of this would be worth a kings ransomin fact, it is doubtful if
there is a complete set outside the imperial palace of Peking. The sight of this would
drive a real connoisseur wild.
What am I to do with it?
Holmes handed me a card upon which was printed: Dr. Hill
Barton, 369 Half Moon Street.
That is your name for the evening, Watson. You will call
upon Baron Gruner. I know something of his habits, and at half-past eight he would
probably be disengaged. A note will tell him in advance that you are about to call, and
you will say that you are bringing him a specimen of an absolutely unique set of Ming
china. You may as well be a medical man, since that is a part which you can play without
duplicity. You are a collector, this set has come your way, you have heard of the
Barons interest in the subject, and you are not averse to selling at a price.
Well asked, Watson. You would certainly fall down badly
if you did not know the value of your own wares. This saucer was got for me by Sir James,
and comes, I understand, from the collection of his client. You will not exaggerate if you
say that it could hardly be matched in the world.
I could perhaps suggest that the set should be valued by
Excellent, Watson! You scintillate to-day. Suggest
Christie or Sotheby. Your delicacy prevents your putting a price for yourself.
But if he wont see me?
Oh, yes, he will see you. He has the collection mania in
its most acute formand especially on this subject, on which he is an acknowledged
authority. Sit down,  Watson,
and I will dictate the letter. No answer needed. You will merely say that you are coming,
It was an admirable document, short, courteous, and
stimulating to the curiosity of the connoisseur. A district messenger was duly dispatched
with it. On the same evening, with the precious saucer in my hand and the card of Dr. Hill
Barton in my pocket, I set off on my own adventure.
The beautiful house and grounds indicated that Baron Gruner
was, as Sir James had said, a man of considerable wealth. A long winding drive, with banks
of rare shrubs on either side, opened out into a great gravelled square adorned with
statues. The place had been built by a South African gold king in the days of the great
boom, and the long, low house with the turrets at the corners, though an architectural
nightmare, was imposing in its size and solidity. A butler, who would have adorned a bench
of bishops, showed me in and handed me over to a plush-clad footman, who ushered me into
the Barons presence.
He was standing at the open front of a great case which stood
between the windows and which contained part of his Chinese collection. He turned as I
entered with a small brown vase in his hand.
Pray sit down, Doctor, said he. I was
looking over my own treasures and wondering whether I could really afford to add to them.
This little Tang specimen, which dates from the seventh century, would probably interest
you. I am sure you never saw finer workmanship or a richer glaze. Have you the Ming saucer
with you of which you spoke?
I carefully unpacked it and handed it to him. He seated
himself at his desk, pulled over the lamp, for it was growing dark, and set himself to
examine it. As he did so the yellow light beat upon his own features, and I was able to
study them at my ease.
He was certainly a remarkably handsome man. His European
reputation for beauty was fully deserved. In figure he was not more than of middle size,
but was built upon graceful and active lines. His face was swarthy, almost Oriental, with
large, dark, languorous eyes which might easily hold an irresistible fascination for
women. His hair and moustache were raven black, the latter short, pointed, and carefully
waxed. His features were regular and pleasing, save only his straight, thin-lipped mouth.
If ever I saw a murderers mouth it was therea cruel, hard gash in the face,
compressed, inexorable, and terrible. He was ill-advised to train his moustache away from
it, for it was Natures danger-signal, set as a warning to his victims. His voice was
engaging and his manners perfect. In age I should have put him at little over thirty,
though his record afterwards showed that he was forty-two.
Very finevery fine indeed! he said at
last. And you say you have a set of six to correspond. What puzzles me is that I
should not have heard of such magnificent specimens. I only know of one in England to
match this, and it is certainly not likely to be in the market. Would it be indiscreet if
I were to ask you, Dr. Hill Barton, how you obtained this?
Does it really matter? I asked with as careless an
air as I could muster. You can see that the piece is genuine, and, as to the value,
I am content to take an experts valuation.
Very mysterious, said he with a quick, suspicious
flash of his dark eyes. In dealing with objects of such value, one naturally wishes
to know all about the transaction. That the piece is genuine is certain. I have no doubts
at all about that.  But
supposeI am bound to take every possibility into account that it should prove
afterwards that you had no right to sell?
I would guarantee you against any claim of the
That, of course, would open up the question as to what
your guarantee was worth.
My bankers would answer that.
Quite so. And yet the whole transaction strikes me as
You can do business or not, said I with
indifference. I have given you the first offer as I understood that you were a
connoisseur, but I shall have no difficulty in other quarters.
Who told you I was a connoisseur?
I was aware that you had written a book upon the
Have you read the book?
Dear me, this becomes more and more difficult for me to
understand! You are a connoisseur and collector with a very valuable piece in your
collection, and yet you have never troubled to consult the one book which would have told
you of the real meaning and value of what you held. How do you explain that?
I am a very busy man. I am a doctor in practice.
That is no answer. If a man has a hobby he follows it
up, whatever his other pursuits may be. You said in your note that you were a
So I am.
Might I ask you a few questions to test you? I am
obliged to tell you, Doctorif you are indeed a doctorthat the incident becomes
more and more suspicious. I would ask you what do you know of the Emperor Shomu and how do
you associate him with the Shoso-in near Nara? Dear me, does that puzzle you? Tell me a
little about the Northern Wei dynasty and its place in the history of ceramics.
I sprang from my chair in simulated anger.
This is intolerable, sir, said I. I came
here to do you a favour, and not to be examined as if I were a schoolboy. My knowledge on
these subjects may be second only to your own, but I certainly shall not answer questions
which have been put in so offensive a way.
He looked at me steadily. The languor had gone from his eyes.
They suddenly glared. There was a gleam of teeth from between those cruel lips.
What is the game? You are here as a spy. You are an
emissary of Holmes. This is a trick that you are playing upon me. The fellow is dying I
hear, so he sends his tools to keep watch upon me. Youve made your way in here
without leave, and, by God! you may find it harder to get out than to get in.
He had sprung to his feet, and I stepped back, bracing myself
for an attack, for the man was beside himself with rage. He may have suspected me from the
first; certainly this cross-examination had shown him the truth; but it was clear that I
could not hope to deceive him. He dived his hand into a side-drawer and rummaged
furiously. Then something struck upon his ear, for he stood listening intently.
Ah! he cried. Ah! and dashed into
the room behind him.
Two steps took me to the open door, and my mind will ever
carry a clear picture of the scene within. The window leading out to the garden was wide
open. Beside it, looking like some terrible ghost, his head girt with bloody bandages, his
face drawn and white, stood Sherlock Holmes. The next instant he was through the  gap, and I heard the crash
of his body among the laurel bushes outside. With a howl of rage the master of the house
rushed after him to the open window.
And then! It was done in an instant, and yet I clearly saw it.
An arm a womans armshot out from among the leaves. At the same instant
the Baron uttered a horrible crya yell which will always ring in my memory. He
clapped his two hands to his face and rushed round the room, beating his head horribly
against the walls. Then he fell upon the carpet, rolling and writhing, while scream after
scream resounded through the house.
Water! For Gods sake, water! was his cry.
I seized a carafe from a side-table and rushed to his aid. At
the same moment the butler and several footmen ran in from the hall. I remember that one
of them fainted as I knelt by the injured man and turned that awful face to the light of
the lamp. The vitriol was eating into it everywhere and dripping from the ears and the
chin. One eye was already white and glazed. The other was red and inflamed. The features
which I had admired a few minutes before were now like some beautiful painting over which
the artist has passed a wet and foul sponge. They were blurred, discoloured, inhuman,
In a few words I explained exactly what had occurred, so far
as the vitriol attack was concerned. Some had climbed through the window and others had
rushed out on to the lawn, but it was dark and it had begun to rain. Between his screams
the victim raged and raved against the avenger. It was that hell-cat, Kitty
Winter! he cried. Oh, the she-devil! She shall pay for it! She shall pay! Oh,
God in heaven, this pain is more than I can bear!
I bathed his face in oil, put cotton wadding on the raw
surfaces, and administered a hypodermic of morphia. All suspicion of me had passed from
his mind in the presence of this shock, and he clung to my hands as if I might have the
power even yet to clear those dead-fish eyes which gazed up at me. I could have wept over
the ruin had I not remembered very clearly the vile life which had led up to so hideous a
change. It was loathsome to feel the pawing of his burning hands, and I was relieved when
his family surgeon, closely followed by a specialist, came to relieve me of my charge. An
inspector of police had also arrived, and to him I handed my real card. It would have been
useless as well as foolish to do otherwise, for I was nearly as well known by sight at the
Yard as Holmes himself. Then I left that house of gloom and terror. Within an hour I was
at Baker Street.
Holmes was seated in his familiar chair, looking very pale and
exhausted. Apart from his injuries, even his iron nerves had been shocked by the events of
the evening, and he listened with horror to my account of the Barons transformation.
The wages of sin, Watsonthe wages of sin!
said he. Sooner or later it will always come. God knows, there was sin enough,
he added, taking up a brown volume from the table. Here is the book the woman talked
of. If this will not break off the marriage, nothing ever could. But it will, Watson. It
must. No self-respecting woman could stand it.
It is his love diary?
Or his lust diary. Call it what you will. The moment the
woman told us of it I realized what a tremendous weapon was there if we could but lay our
hands on it. I said nothing at the time to indicate my thoughts, for this woman might have
given it away. But I brooded over it. Then this assault upon me gave me the chance of
letting the Baron think that no precautions need be taken against me. That was all to the
good. I would have waited a little longer, but his visit to  America forced my hand. He would never have left so
compromising a document behind him. Therefore we had to act at once. Burglary at night is
impossible. He takes precautions. But there was a chance in the evening if I could only be
sure that his attention was engaged. That was where you and your blue saucer came in. But
I had to be sure of the position of the book, and I knew I had only a few minutes in which
to act, for my time was limited by your knowledge of Chinese pottery. Therefore I gathered
the girl up at the last moment. How could I guess what the little packet was that she
carried so carefully under her cloak? I thought she had come altogether on my business,
but it seems she had some of her own.
He guessed I came from you.
I feared he would. But you held him in play just long
enough for me to get the book, though not long enough for an unobserved escape. Ah, Sir
James, I am very glad you have come!
Our courtly friend had appeared in answer to a previous
summons. He listened with the deepest attention to Holmess account of what had
You have done wonderswonders! he cried when
he had heard the narrative. But if these injuries are as terrible as Dr. Watson
describes, then surely our purpose of thwarting the marriage is sufficiently gained
without the use of this horrible book.
Holmes shook his head.
Women of the De Merville type do not act like that. She
would love him the more as a disfigured martyr. No, no. It is his moral side, not his
physical, which we have to destroy. That book will bring her back to earth and I
know nothing else that could. It is in his own writing. She cannot get past it.
Sir James carried away both it and the precious saucer. As I
was myself overdue, I went down with him into the street. A brougham was waiting for him.
He sprang in, gave a hurried order to the cockaded coachman, and drove swiftly away. He
flung his overcoat half out of the window to cover the armorial bearings upon the panel,
but I had seen them in the glare of our fanlight none the less. I gasped with surprise.
Then I turned back and ascended the stair to Holmess room.
I have found out who our client is, I cried,
bursting with my great news. Why, Holmes, it is
It is a loyal friend and a chivalrous gentleman,
said Holmes, holding up a restraining hand. Let that now and forever be enough for
I do not know how the incriminating book was used. Sir James
may have managed it. Or it is more probable that so delicate a task was entrusted to the
young ladys father. The effect, at any rate, was all that could be desired. Three
days later appeared a paragraph in the Morning Post to say that the marriage
between Baron Adelbert Gruner and Miss Violet de Merville would not take place. The same
paper had the first police-court hearing of the proceedings against Miss Kitty Winter on
the grave charge of vitriol-throwing. Such extenuating circumstances came out in the trial
that the sentence, as will be remembered, was the lowest that was possible for such an
offence. Sherlock Holmes was threatened with a prosecution for burglary, but when an
object is good and a client is sufficiently illustrious, even the rigid British law
becomes human and elastic. My friend has not yet stood in the dock.