X.THE ADVENTURE OF THE NOBLE BACHELOR

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ew.Therewasamoment’sdelay,butthegentlemaninthepewhandedituptoheragain,anditdidnotappeartobetheworseforthefall.YetwhenIspoketoherofthematter,sheansweredmeabruptlyandinthecarriage,onourwayhome,sheseemedabsurdlyagitatedoverthistriflingcause.” “Indeed!Yousaythattherewasagentlemaninthepew.Someofthegeneralpublicwerepresent,then?” “Oh,yes.Itisimpossibletoexcludethemwhenthechurchisopen.” “Thisgentlemanwasnotoneofyourwife’sfriends?” “No,noIcallhimagentlemanbycourtesy,buthewasquiteacommon-lookingperson.Ihardlynoticedhisappearance.ButreallyIthinkthatwearewanderingratherfarfromthepoint.” “LadySt.Simon,then,returnedfromtheweddinginalesscheerfulframeofmindthanshehadgonetoit.Whatdidshedoonre-enteringherfather’shouse?” “Isawherinconversationwithhermaid.” “Andwhoishermaid?” “Aliceishername.SheisanAmericanandcamefromCaliforniawithher.” “Aconfidentialservant?” “Alittletoomuchso.Itseemedtomethathermistressallowedhertotakegreatliberties.Still,ofcourse,inAmericatheylookuponthesethingsinadifferentway.” “HowlongdidshespeaktothisAlice?” “Oh,afewminutes.Ihadsomethingelsetothinkof.” “Youdidnotoverhearwhattheysaid?” “LadySt.Simonsaidsomethingabout‘jumpingaclaim.’Shewasaccustomedtouseslangofthekind.Ihavenoideawhatshemeant.” “Americanslangisveryexpressivesometimes.Andwhatdidyourwifedowhenshefinishedspeakingtohermaid?” “Shewalkedintothebreakfast-room.” “Onyourarm?” “No,alone.Shewasveryindependentinlittlematterslikethat.Then,afterwehadsatdownfortenminutesorso,sherosehurriedly,mutteredsomewordsofapology,andlefttheroom.Shenevercameback.” “Butthismaid,Alice,asIunderstand,deposesthatshewenttoherroom,coveredherbride’sdresswithalongulster,putonabonnet,andwentout.” “Quiteso.AndshewasafterwardsseenwalkingintoHydeParkincompanywithFloraMillar,awomanwhoisnowincustody,andwhohadalreadymadeadisturbanceatMr.Doran’shousethatmorning.” “Ah,yes.Ishouldlikeafewparticularsastothisyounglady,andyourrelationstoher.” LordSt.Simonshruggedhisshouldersandraisedhiseyebrows.“Wehavebeenonafriendlyfootingforsomeyears—Imaysayonaveryfriendlyfooting.SheusedtobeattheAllegro.Ihavenottreatedherungenerously,andshehadnojustcauseofcomplaintagainstme,butyouknowwhatwomenare,Mr.Holmes.Florawasadearlittlething,butexceedinglyhot-headedanddevotedlyattachedtome.ShewrotemedreadfulletterswhensheheardthatIwasabouttobemarried,and,totellthetruth,thereasonwhyIhadthemarriagecelebratedsoquietlywasthatIfearedlesttheremightbeascandalinthechurch.ShecametoMr.Doran’sdoorjustafterwereturned,andsheendeavouredtopushherwayin,utteringveryabusiveexpressionstowardsmywife,andeventhreateningher,butIhadforeseenthepossibilityofsomethingofthesort,andIhadtwopolicefellowsthereinprivateclothes,whosoonpushedheroutagain.Shewasquietwhenshesawthattherewasnogoodinmakingarow.” “Didyourwifehearallthis?” “No,thankgoodness,shedidnot.” “Andshewasseenwalkingwiththisverywomanafterwards?” “Yes.ThatiswhatMr.Lestrade,ofScotlandYard,looksuponassoserious.ItisthoughtthatFloradecoyedmywifeoutandlaidsometerribletrapforher.” “Well,itisapossiblesupposition.” “Youthinkso,too?” “Ididnotsayaprobableone.Butyoudonotyourselflookuponthisaslikely?” “IdonotthinkFlorawouldhurtafly.” “Still,jealousyisastrangetransformerofcharacters.Praywhatisyourowntheoryastowhattookplace?” “Well,really,Icametoseekatheory,nottopropoundone.Ihavegivenyouallthefacts.Sinceyouaskme,however,Imaysaythatithasoccurredtomeaspossiblethattheexcitementofthisaffair,theconsciousnessthatshehadmadesoimmenseasocialstride,hadtheeffectofcausingsomelittlenervousdisturbanceinmywife.” “Inshort,thatshehadbecomesuddenlyderanged?” “Well,really,whenIconsiderthatshehasturnedherback—Iwillnotsayuponme,butuponsomuchthatmanyhaveaspiredtowithoutsuccess—Icanhardlyexplainitinanyotherfashion.” “Well,certainlythatisalsoaconceivablehypothesis,”saidHolmes,smiling.“Andnow,LordSt.Simon,IthinkthatIhavenearlyallmydata.MayIaskwhetheryouwereseatedatthebreakfast-tablesothatyoucouldseeoutofthewindow?” “WecouldseetheothersideoftheroadandthePark.” “Quiteso.ThenIdonotthinkthatIneedtodetainyoulonger.Ishallcommunicatewithyou.” “Shouldyoubefortunateenoughtosolvethisproblem,”saidourclient,rising. “Ihavesolvedit.” “Eh?Whatwasthat?” “IsaythatIhavesolvedit.” “Where,then,ismywife?” “ThatisadetailwhichIshallspeedilysupply.” LordSt.Simonshookhishead.“Iamafraidthatitwilltakewiserheadsthanyoursormine,”heremarked,andbowinginastately,old-fashionedmannerhedeparted. “ItisverygoodofLordSt.Simontohonourmyheadbyputtingitonalevelwithhisown,”saidSherlockHolmes,laughing.“IthinkthatIshallhaveawhiskyandsodaandacigarafterallthiscross-questioning.Ihadformedmyconclusionsastothecasebeforeourclientcameintotheroom.” “MydearHolmes!” “Ihavenotesofseveralsimilarcases,thoughnone,asIremarkedbefore,whichwerequiteasprompt.Mywholeexaminationservedtoturnmyconjectureintoacertainty.Circumstantialevidenceisoccasionallyveryconvincing,aswhenyoufindatroutinthemilk,toquoteThoreau’sexample.” “ButIhaveheardallthatyouhaveheard.” “Without,however,theknowledgeofpre-existingcaseswhichservesmesowell.TherewasaparallelinstanceinAberdeensomeyearsback,andsomethingonverymuchthesamelinesatMunichtheyearaftertheFranco-PrussianWar.Itisoneofthesecases—but,hullo,hereisLestrade!Good-afternoon,Lestrade!Youwillfindanextratumbleruponthesideboard,andtherearecigarsinthebox.” Theofficialdetectivewasattiredinapea-jacketandcravat,whichgavehimadecidedlynauticalappearance,andhecarriedablackcanvasbaginhishand.Withashortgreetingheseatedhimselfandlitthecigarwhichhadbeenofferedtohim. “What’sup,then?”askedHolmeswithatwinkleinhiseye.“Youlookdissatisfied.” “AndIfeeldissatisfied.ItisthisinfernalSt.Simonmarriagecase.Icanmakeneitherheadnortailofthebusiness.” “Really!Yousurpriseme.” “Whoeverheardofsuchamixedaffair?Everyclueseemstoslipthroughmyfingers.Ihavebeenatworkuponitallday.” “Andverywetitseemstohavemadeyou,”saidHolmeslayinghishanduponthearmofthepea-jacket. “Yes,IhavebeendraggingtheSerpentine.” “InHeaven’sname,whatfor?” “InsearchofthebodyofLadySt.Simon.” SherlockHolmesleanedbackinhischairandlaughedheartily. “HaveyoudraggedthebasinofTrafalgarSquarefountain?”heasked. “Why?Whatdoyoumean?” “Becauseyouhavejustasgoodachanceoffindingthisladyintheoneasintheother.” Lestradeshotanangryglanceatmycompanion.“Isupposeyouknowallaboutit,”hesnarled. “Well,Ihaveonlyjustheardthefacts,butmymindismadeup.” “Oh,indeed!ThenyouthinkthattheSerpentineplaysnopartinthematter?” “Ithinkitveryunlikely.” “Thenperhapsyouwillkindlyexplainhowitisthatwefoundthisinit?”Heopenedhisbagashespoke,andtumbledontothefloorawedding-dressofwateredsilk,apairofwhitesatinshoesandabride’swreathandveil,alldiscolouredandsoakedinwater.“There,”saidhe,puttinganewwedding-ringuponthetopofthepile.“Thereisalittlenutforyoutocrack,MasterHolmes.” “Oh,indeed!”saidmyfriend,blowingblueringsintotheair.“YoudraggedthemfromtheSerpentine?” “No.Theywerefoundfloatingnearthemarginbyapark-keeper.Theyhavebeenidentifiedasherclothes,anditseemedtomethatiftheclothesweretherethebodywouldnotbefaroff.” “Bythesamebrilliantreasoning,everyman’sbodyistobefoundintheneighbourhoodofhiswardrobe.Andpraywhatdidyouhopetoarriveatthroughthis?” “AtsomeevidenceimplicatingFloraMillarinthedisappearance.” “Iamafraidthatyouwillfinditdifficult.” “Areyou,indeed,now