RonPaulCurriculum English Week 15
Sherlock got a note that was undated and not signed, he gave it to Watson to read out loud. It said, ”
“There will call upon you to-night, at a quarter to eight o’clock,” it said, “a gentleman who desires to consult you upon a matter of the very deepest moment. Your recent services to one of the royal houses of Europe have shown that you are one who may safely be trusted with matters which are of an importance which can hardly be exaggerated. This account of you we have from all quarters received. Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a mask.”
Then someone knocked on the door, “Come in,” said Sherlock. Then a tall man entered with very bulky arms and chest. “You may address me as the Count Von Kramm, a Bohemian nobleman,” he said, ” I understand that this gentleman(referring to Watson) is your friend, but may I speak with you alone.”
As Watson was about to get up and leave, Sherlock caught him by the arm and pushed him back into his seat and said, “It is both, or none.”
Well, to make the long story short, Count Von Kramm, is actually the king of Bohemia, and he and Irene Adler were acquaintances, and she will blackmail His Majesty, also His Majesty is going to be married. So then His Majesty is staying in a hotel, while the next day Sherlock went to spy on Irene.
He found out that she lives quietly, sings at concerts, drives out at five every day, and returns at seven sharp for dinner. Seldom goes out at other times, except when she sings. Has only one male visitor, but a good deal of him. He is dark, handsome, and dashing, never calls less than once a day, and often twice. He is a Mr. Godfrey Norton, of the Inner Temple.
So then to make long story short Watson is to remain neutral, to get near the window, to watch you, and at the signal to throw in this object(an ordinary plumber’s smoke-rocket, fitted with a cap at either end to make it self-lighting), then to raise the cry of fire, and to wait for Sherlock at the corner of the street.
So this is what happened, an argument started, which was increased by the two guardsmen, who took sides with one of the loungers, and by the scissors-grinder. A blow was struck, and in an instant the lady, who had stepped from her carriage, was the centre of a little knot of flushed and struggling men, who struck savagely at each other with their fists and sticks. Holmes dashed into the crowd to protect the lady, but when he reached her, he dropped to the ground, with the blood running down his face.
So some people brought him into the living room on a couch, then he sat up and raised his hand, Watson saw this and did what he was told, set off the fake fire.”Fire!” Thick clouds of smoke curled through the room and out at the open window. Then Sherlock from within assuring them that it was a false alarm. Slipped through the shouting crowd made his way to the corner of the street, met Watson there.
“You have the photograph?” asked Watson
“I know where it is.” replied Sherlock
“When a woman thinks that her house is on fire, her instinct is at once to rush to the thing which she values most. A married woman grabs at her baby; an unmarried one reaches for her jewel-box. Now it was clear to me that our lady of to-day had nothing in the house more precious to her than what we are in quest of. She would rush to secure it. The smoke and shouting were enough to shake nerves of steel. The photograph is in a recess behind a sliding panel just above the right bell-pull. She was there in an instant, and I caught a glimpse of it as she half drew it out. When I cried out that it was a false alarm, she replaced it, glanced at the rocket, rushed from the room, and I have not seen her since. I rose, and, making my excuses, escaped from the house. I hesitated whether to attempt to secure the photograph at once; but the coachman had come in, and as he was watching me narrowly, it seemed safer to wait.” said Sherlock
And so the next day Your Majesty came by. “Irene Adler is married,” remarked Sherlock
“But to whom?”
“To an English lawyer named Norton.”
“But she could not love him.”
“I am in hopes that she does.”
“And why in hopes?”
“Because if the lady loves her husband, she does not love your Majesty. If she does not love your Majesty, there is no reason why she should interfere with your Majesty’s plan.” said Sherlock
They drew up Serpentine Avenue, the Briony Lodge open and an elderly woman stood upon the steps, “Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I believe.” said she.
“I am Mr. Holmes”
“Indeed! My mistress told me that you were likely to call. She left this morning with her husband by the 5:15 train from Charing Cross for the Continent.”
“What!” Sherlock Holmes staggered back, “Do you mean that she has left England?”
“Never to return.”
“And the papers?” asked the King hoarsely. “All is lost.”
They pushed back the servant, and Sherlock rushed at the bell-pull, tore back a small sliding shutter, and, plunging in his hand, pulled out a photograph and a letter.
And the letter read:
“MY DEAR MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES,—You really did it very well. You took me in completely. Until after the alarm of fire, I had not a suspicion. But then, when I found how I had betrayed myself, I began to think. I had been warned against you months ago. I had been told that, if the King employed an agent, it would certainly be you. And your address had been given me. Yet, with all this, you made me reveal what you wanted to know. Even after I became suspicious, I found it hard to think evil of such a dear, kind old clergyman. But, you know, I have been trained as an actress myself. Male costume is nothing new to me. I often take advantage of the freedom which it gives. I sent John, the coachman, to watch you, ran upstairs, got into my walking clothes, as I call them, and came down just as you departed.
“Well, I followed you to your door, and so made sure that I was really an object of interest to the celebrated Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Then I, rather imprudently, wished you good-night, and started for the Temple to see my husband.
“We both thought the best resource was flight, when pursued by so formidable an antagonist; so you will find the nest empty when you call to-morrow. As to the photograph, your client may rest in peace. I love and am loved by a better man than he. The King may do what he will without hindrance from one whom he has cruelly wronged. I keep it only to safeguard myself, and to preserve a weapon which will always secure me from any steps which he might take in the future. I leave a photograph which he might care to possess; and I remain, dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes,
“Very truly yours, “IRENE NORTON, née ADLER.”
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