The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet

Arthur Conan Doyle

“Holmes,” said I as I stood one morning in our bow-window looking down the street, “here is a madman coming along. It seems rather sad that his relatives should allow him to come out alone.”

My friend rose lazily from his armchair and stood with his hands in the pockets of his dressing-gown, looking over my shoulder. It was a bright, crisp February morning, and the snow of the day before still lay deep upon the ground, shimmering¹ brightly in the wintry sun. Down the centre of Baker² Street it had been ploughed into a brown crumbly band by the traffic, but at either side and on the heaped-up edges of the foot-paths it still lay as white as when it fell. The grey pavement had been cleaned and scraped, but was still dangerously slippery, so that there were fewer passengers than usual. Indeed, from the direction of the Metropolitan³ Station no one was coming save the single gentleman whose eccentric conduct had drawn⁴ my attention.

He was a man of about fifty, tall, portly, and imposing⁵, with a massive, strongly marked face and a commanding figure. He was dressed in a sombre yet rich style, in black frock-coat, shining hat, neat brown gaiters, and well-cut pearl-grey trousers. Yet his actions were in absurd contrast to the dignity of his dress and features, for he was running hard, with occasional little springs, such as a weary man gives who is little accustomed to set any tax upon his legs. As he ran he jerked his hands up and down, waggled his head, and writhed⁶ his face into the most extraordinary contortions⁷.

“What on earth can be the matter with him?” I asked. “He is looking up at the numbers of the houses.”

“I believe that he is coming here,” said Holmes, rubbing his hands.

“Here?”

“Yes; I rather think he is coming to consult me professionally. I think that I recognise the symptoms. Ha! did I not tell you?” As he spoke⁸, the man, puffing⁹ and blowing, rushed at our door and pulled at our bell until the whole house resounded¹⁰ with the clanging.

A few moments later he was in our room, still puffing, still gesticulating, but with so fixed¹¹ 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, soothing¹² 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 fatigued¹³ 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,” responded Holmes.

“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 frightful¹⁴ 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 Holder¹⁶, of the banking¹⁷ 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 braced¹⁸ himself to tell his story.

“I feel that time is of value,” said he; “that is why I hastened here when the police inspector¹⁹ suggested that I should secure your co-operation. 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 remunerative²⁰ investments for our funds as upon our increasing our connection and the number of our depositors. One of our most lucrative²¹ means of laying out money is in the shape of loans, where the security is unimpeachable²². 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 than—well, perhaps even to you I had better say no more than that it was a name which is a household word all over the earth—one of the highest, noblest, most exalted²³ names in England. I was overwhelmed by the honour and attempted, when he entered, to say so, but he plunged²⁴ 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.’ I answered.

“‘It is absolutely essential to me,’ said he, ‘that I should have ￡50,000 at once. I could, of course, borrow so trifling²⁵ 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 one's 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 once.’

“‘I should be happy to advance it without further parley²⁶ 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 velvet²⁷, 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 security.’

“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 propriety²⁹ 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 reclaim³⁰ it. It is a pure matter of form. Is the security sufficient?’

“‘Ample.’

“‘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 discreet³¹ 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 morning.’

“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 misgivings³² of the immense responsibility which it entailed³³ 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 determined³⁴, 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 thoroughly³⁵ understand the situation. My groom³⁶ 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 reliability³⁷ 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 widower³⁸ and have an only son, Arthur. He has been a disappointment to me, Mr. Holmes—a 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 squander³⁹ money on the turf, until he had again and again to come to me and implore⁴⁰ 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 fascination⁴¹ 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 glamour⁴² of his presence, I am convinced from his cynical⁴³ 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 woman's quick insight into character.

“And 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 housekeeper⁴⁴, 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 devotedly⁴⁵, 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, alas⁴⁶! it is too late—forever too late!

“Now, Mr. Holmes, you know the people who live under my roof, and I shall continue with my miserable⁴⁷ 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 won't 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 face.

“‘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 dishonoured⁴⁸ 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 secure—a 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?’

“‘Certainly not.’

“‘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 lucid⁴⁹.”

“I come to a part of my story now in which I should wish to be particularly so. I am not a very heavy sleeper⁵⁰, 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 awakened⁵¹ 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 villain⁵²! 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 standing⁵³ beside the light, holding the coronet in his hands. He appeared to be wrenching⁵⁴ 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 missing.

“‘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 shoulder.

“‘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 liar¹⁵ as well as a thief? Did I not see you trying to tear off another piece?’

“‘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 Arthur's 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 investigation⁵⁵ into their hands at once. When the inspector and a constable⁵⁶ entered the house, Arthur, who had stood sullenly⁵⁷ 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 conceal⁵⁸ what you have stolen,’ said I. And then, realising the dreadful position in which I was placed, I implored⁵⁹ 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 avert⁶⁰ 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 confession⁶¹ could make your guilt⁶² more heinous⁶³. 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 sneer⁶⁴. 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 custody⁶⁵. 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 concealed⁶⁶ the gems⁶⁷; but no trace of them could be found, nor would the wretched boy open his mouth for all our persuasions⁶⁸ 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 unravelling⁶⁹ 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 Arthur's. Sir George Burnwell has been several times lately. No one else, I think.”

“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 affected⁷⁰ than I.”

“You have neither of you any doubt as to your son's guilt?”

“How can we have when I saw him with my own eyes with the coronet in his hands.”

“I hardly consider that a conclusive⁷¹ 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?”

“Precisely. 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 Arthur's closing his bedroom door.”

“A likely story! As if a man bent⁷² on felony would slam his door so as to wake a household. What did they say, then, of the disappearance⁷³ of these gems?”

“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 theory tenable?”

“But what other is there?” cried the banker with a gesture of despair. “If his motives⁷⁴ were innocent, why does he not explain them?”

“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 banker's son appeared to me to be as obvious as it did to his unhappy father, but still I had such faith in Holmes' judgment⁷⁵ 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 desultory⁷⁶ 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 financier.

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 thicket⁷⁷, which led into a narrow path between two neat hedges stretching from the road to the kitchen door, and forming the tradesmen's 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 tradesmen's 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 woman's 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 caress⁷⁸.

“You have given orders that Arthur should be liberated⁷⁹, have you not, dad?” she asked.

“No, no, my girl, the matter must be probed to the bottom.”

“But I am so sure that he is innocent. You know what woman's 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 a prison!”

“I shall never let it drop until the gems are found—never, 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 eyebrows⁸⁰. “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 fully⁸¹ 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 affair up.”

“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?”

“Yes.”

“Were they all fastened this morning?”

“Yes.”

“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 uncle's remarks about the coronet.”

“I 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 Prosper⁸².”

“He stood,” said Holmes, “to the left of the door—that 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 lady's expressive⁸³ black eyes. “Why, you are like a magician,” said she. “How do you know that?” She smiled, but there was no answering smile in Holmes' thin, eager face.

“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 banker's dressing-room was a plainly furnished little chamber⁸⁴, with a grey 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 indicated—that 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 diadem⁸⁵ he laid it upon the table. It was a magnificent specimen⁸⁶ of the jeweller's 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 recoiled⁸⁷ 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?”

“I do not know what to think. It is all dark to me.”

“But perhaps it may grow lighter⁸⁸ as we go. What do you think, Miss Holder?”

“I confess that I still share my uncle's perplexity.”

“Your son had no shoes or slippers⁸⁹ on when you saw him?”

“He had nothing on save only his trousers and shirt.”

“Thank you. We have certainly been favoured with extraordinary luck during this inquiry⁹⁰, and it will be entirely⁹¹ our own fault if we do not succeed in clearing the matter up. With your permission, Mr. Holder, I shall now continue my investigations⁹² 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 ever.

“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 wrung⁹³ 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 God's 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 evening.”

It was obvious to me that my companion's 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 glided⁹⁴ 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 rooms 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 cravat⁹⁵, 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 won't 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 joint⁹⁶ 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.”

“Where to?”

“Oh, to the other side of the West End. It may be some time before I get back. Don't 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 self.”

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 congenial hunt.

I waited until midnight, but there was no sign of his return, so I retired⁹⁷ to my room. It was no uncommon⁹⁸ thing for him to be away for days and nights on end when he was hot upon a scent⁹⁹, 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 possible.

“You will excuse my beginning without you, Watson,” said he, “but you remember that our client has rather an early appointment this morning.”

“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 him.

“I do not know what I have done to be so severely¹⁰⁰ 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 deserted¹⁰¹ me.”

“Deserted you?”

“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 this note:

“‘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

“‘Mary.’

“What 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 troubles.”

“Ha! You say so! You have heard something, Mr. Holmes; you have learned something! Where are the gems?”

“You would not think ￡1000 pounds apiece an excessive sum for them?”

“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 triangular¹⁰² piece of gold with three gems in it, and threw it down upon the table.

With a shriek¹⁰³ of joy our client clutched it up.

“You have it!” he gasped¹⁰⁴. “I am saved! I am saved!”

The reaction of joy was as passionate¹⁰⁵ as his grief had been, and he hugged his recovered gems to his bosom¹⁰⁶.

“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 humble¹⁰⁷ 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 not.”

“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 heaven's sake, tell me, then, what is this extraordinary mystery!”

“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 England—a ruined gambler, an absolutely desperate villain, a man without heart or conscience. Your niece knew nothing of such men. When he breathed his vows¹⁰⁸ 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 evening.”

“I cannot, and I will not, believe it!” cried the banker with an ashen¹⁰⁹ 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 lust²⁸ for gold kindled¹¹⁰ 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 perfectly¹¹¹ 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. Petrified¹¹² with astonishment¹¹³, 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 realised 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 tugging¹¹⁴ 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, ascended¹¹⁵ 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 chivalrous¹¹⁶ view, however, and preserved her secret.”

“And that was why she shrieked¹¹⁷ 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 tradesmen's path, but found it all trampled¹¹⁸ 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 random¹¹⁹ 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 overseen¹²⁰ by your son; he had pursued the thief; had struggled with him; they had each tugged¹²¹ 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 maxim¹²² of mine that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains¹²³, 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 secret—the 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 conjecture¹²⁴ became a certainty.

“And who could it be who was her confederate? A lover evidently, for who else could outweigh¹²⁵ the love and gratitude¹²⁶ 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 George's 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 the tracks.”

“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 prosecution¹²⁸ must be avoided to avert scandal, and I knew that so astute¹²⁹ 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 bluster¹³⁰ 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, ‘I've let them go at six hundred for the three!’ I soon managed to get the address of the receiver who had them, on promising¹²⁷ him that there would be no prosecution. Off I set to him, and after much chaffering I got our stones at 1000 pounds apiece. Then I looked in upon your son, told him that all was right, and eventually got to my bed about two o'clock, after what I may call a really hard day's 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 apologise 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.”

 

绿玉皇冠案

一天早晨，我站在凸肚窗前俯瞰街景。我说：“福尔摩斯，看，有个疯子正朝着这儿走过来。他家里人竟然会让他独自跑出来，实在令人可悲。”

我的朋友懒洋洋地从扶手椅里站了起来，双手插在晨衣兜里，从我的背后望出去。这是一个晴朗、清澈的二月的早晨。地上还铺着昨天下的一层很厚的雪，在冬日的一陽一光下熠熠发光。贝克街马路中心的雪被来往车辆辗成一条灰褐色带状的轮迹，但是两旁人行道上堆得高高的雪却仍然象刚下时那样洁白。灰色的人行道已经清扫过，不过还是滑一溜得厉害。所以路上的行人比平常稀少多了。实际上，从大都会车站方向朝这边走过来的，除了这位孤零零的先生外，就再也没有别人了。这位先生的古怪的举动引起了我的注意。

这个人一大约有五十岁模样，长得身材魁梧，脸庞厚实，堂堂仪表，真是相貌非凡。他的衣着虽然色泽暗淡，但是却很奢华时髦，他身穿一件黑色大礼服，头戴一顶有光泽的帽子，脚蹬一双式样雅致的有绑腿的棕色高统靴，裤子剪裁考究，是珠灰色的。然而，他的行动与他端庄尊严的衣著和仪表相比，却显得十分荒唐可笑。因为他正在一股劲地奔跑，偶尔还夹杂着小小的蹦跳，好象一个疲惫困乏的人不一习一惯使自己的双一腿加重负担而蹦跳的那样。当他跑的时候，双手痉一挛地上下挥动，脑袋晃来晃去，因而使他的脸部一抽一搐得非常难看。

“他究竟出了什么事啊？”我不禁问道，“他在查看这些房子的门牌号码。”

“我相信他是到我们这里来的。”福尔摩斯一搓一着手说。

“到这里来？”

“是的，我想他是来请教与我专业有关的事，我是看得出这种迹象的。哈！我不是刚对你说过吗？”说话间，那个人已经气急败坏地冲到我们的门口，把门铃拉得响彻整所房屋。

片刻之后，他已经在我们房间里了，仍然气喘吁吁，一边还在做着手势，然而两眼充满忧愁失望的神情。见到这种情况，我们的笑容顿然消失，并为之感到震惊和同情。一时他还说不出话来，只是颤一动他的身一子，抓着头发，十足象一个失去理智的人。随后他突然跳起来将头部向墙壁用力撞去，吓得我们两人一起赶紧把他拉住，拖到房间的中央来。歇洛克-福尔摩斯将他按到一张安乐椅上坐下，自己坐在一旁陪着他，轻轻地拍着他的手，并十分在行地运用他那轻松的令人宽心的语调和他聊了起来。

“你到我这儿来是为了要告诉我你的事情，不对吗？”他说，“你急急忙忙地跑累了，请稍事休息，等你缓过气来，然后我会很高兴地研究你可能向我提出的任何小问题。”

那个人坐了一两分钟，胸部剧烈地起伏着，极力把情绪稳定下来。然后他用手帕擦了擦他的前额，紧闭着嘴，将脸转向我们。

他说：“你们一定以为我疯了吧？”

“我看你准是遇到了十分麻烦的事情。”福尔摩斯答道。

“天晓得，我遇到了什么麻烦！……这麻烦来得这样突然，这样可怕，足以使我丧失理智。我可能要蒙受公开的耻辱，尽避我从来是一个气质上毫无瑕疵的人。每一个人都会有自己的苦恼，这是命里注定的，但是这两桩事以这样可怕的形式一起降临到我的头上，这简直把我弄得六神无主。而且，事情还不止和我个人有关，如果得不到解决这件可怕的事情的办法，那我国最尊贵的人都可能受到连累。”

“先生，请镇静一下，”福尔摩斯说，“让我们弄清楚你是谁，你究竟出了什么事情。”

“我的名字，”我们的客人回答说，“你们也许是熟悉的，我是针线街霍尔德一史蒂文森银行的亚历山大-霍尔德。”

这个名字我们的确很熟悉，他是伦敦城里第二家最大私人银行的主要合伙人。究竟是什么事情会使伦敦一位第一流公民落到这样可怜的境地。我们十分好奇地等待着他再振作起一精一神来陈述他自己的遭遇。

“我觉得时间很宝贵，”他说，“所以当警厅巡官建议我取得你们的合作时，我就急速赶到这里来了。我是乘坐地铁并且急急忙忙步行来到贝克街的，因为马车在雪地上行驶缓慢。所以我刚才气都喘不过来，这是因为我平时很少锻炼的缘故。现在我感觉好一点了，我尽量简单明了地把事实讲给你们听。

“当然，你们都知道得很清楚，一家有成就的银行必须依靠善于为资金找到有利的投资，同时还依靠能够增加业务联系和存户的数目。我们投放资金最能获利的方法之一是在绝对可靠的担保之下，以贷款的方式将钱放贷出去。这几年来我们做了很多笔这种一交一易，许多名门贵族以他们珍藏的名画，图书或金银餐具作为抵押起向我们借贷了大笔款项。

“昨天上午，我在银行办公室里，我的职员递进一张名片。我一看上面的名字，吓了一跳，因为这不是别人，他的名字，即使是对于你们，我也最多只能说这是全世界家喻户晓的，一个在英国最崇高最尊贵的名字。他一进来，我深感受一宠一若惊，正想表达他对我的知遇之恩，可他却开门见山地谈起正事来，象是急急忙忙要赶紧完成一桩不愉快的任务似的。

“霍尔德先生，'他说，‘我听说你们常办贷款业务。”

“如果抵押品值钱，本行是办理这种业务的。'我回答说。”'我迫切需要，'他说，‘立刻得到五万英镑。当然，我能够从我的朋友那里借到十倍于这笔微不足道的款项的，但是我宁愿把它当一桩正事来办，而且要由我亲自来办。处在我的地位，你不难明白，随便接受别人的恩惠是不明智的。”

“我是否可以问一下，您需要这笔款项多长时间？'我问。

“下星期一我可以收回一大笔到期的款项，我那时候完全肯定可以归还这笔借款的，利息不论多少，只要你认为合理就行。但对我来说最关紧要的是必须马上将这笔钱拿到手。”

“我本应很高兴地用我私人的钱贷给您而不必做进一步的洽谈，'我说，‘如果不是因为这样做会有点使我负担过重的话。另一方面，如果我以银行的名义办理这桩一交一易，那么为了公平对待我的合伙人品见，即使是对您我也必须坚持，应当要有全部的业务上的担保。”

“我倒宁愿这样做。'他说着把放在他座椅旁边的一只黑色四方形摩洛哥皮盒端了起来，‘你无疑听说过绿玉皇冠吧？”

“这是我们帝国一件最贵重的公一产。'我说。

“一点不错！'他打开盒子，衬托在柔软一肉一色天鹅绒上面的就是他所说的那件华丽珍贵、灿烂夺目的珍宝。他接着说，'这里有三十九块大绿宝玉，上面的镂金雕花，价值就难以估计。这顶皇冠最低的估价也要值我所要借的钱的两倍。我准备把它放在你这里作为抵押起。”

“我把这贵重的盒子拿在手中，有些茫然不知所措地把眼光从盒子转向这位高贵的委托人。

“你怀疑它的价值吗？'他问。

“一点儿也不。我只是拿不准……”

“至于我将它留在这里是否适当，这你尽可放心。如果我不是绝对有把握在四天之内把它赎回的话，我连做梦也不会想到这样做的。这纯粹是一种形式而已。这件抵押起够吗？”

“太够了。”

“霍尔德先生，你要明白，根据我听到的有关你的一切，我这样做充分证明我对你的信任。我指望于你的不仅仅是小心谨慎，而且避免因此而产生的任何流言蜚语，最首要的还是要对保藏这顶皇冠采取一切可能的防范措施，因为如果它受到任何损坏，不言而喻，就会造成一起众目睽睽的大丑闻。对它的任何损坏也几乎和整个丢失一样严重，因为这些绿玉是举世无双的。要想替换它们也是不可能的。然而我现在无限信赖地把它留在你这里，星期一上午我将亲自前来取回。”

“见到我的委托人急于离去，我便不再说什么，当即召来出纳员，叫他支给委托人五十张票面一千英镑的钞票。当我再次独自一人在办公室里时，对着放在我面前桌子上的这只贵重的盒子，我不免对需要承担这样巨大的责任而感到有点忐忑不安。无疑因为它是一件国宝，倘若它遭到任何意外，接踵而来的必定是可怕的公愤。我已经开始后悔我当时为什么竟会同意负责保管它。然而，已来不及作任何改变了，我只好将它锁在我私人的保险箱里，然后继续工作。

“到傍晚，我觉得把这么贵重的东西放在办公室里未免太不谨慎。在此之前，银行的保险箱曾经被人撬过，怎见得我的保险箱就不会被撬？万一出了这种事，我的处境该是多么可怕啊！因此我决定在往后几天，来来去去都要随身携带着这只盒子，使它实际上和我一刻都寸步不离。这样决定以后，我就雇了一辆出租马车带着这件珍宝回到在斯特里特哈姆的家里。

我将它拿到楼上，锁在我起居室的大柜橱里，这才松了一口气。

“现在说一下我的家里的情况，福尔摩斯先生，因为我希望你对整个情况有个全面的了解。我的马夫和听差是睡在房子外面的，这两个人可以完全撇开不谈。我有三个女佣人，她们已跟随我多年，都是绝对可靠而无须置疑的。不过，另外有一个叫露茜-帕尔的当帮手的侍女，在我家里服侍虽然只有几个月，然而她的优秀品格使我深感满意。她是个非常漂亮的姑一娘一，有时会招惹一些一爱一慕她的人在周围荡来荡去，这是我们发现她身上唯一的不足之处，但是无论从哪方面讲，我们都相信她是个十足的好姑一娘一。

“关于仆人方面的情况就是这些。我家庭本身是很简单的，无须花费许多时间来讲。我是个鳏夫，只有一个名叫阿瑟的独生子。他使我很失望，福尔摩斯先生，真叫人伤心啊。这无疑是我自己的过错。人家都说是我一宠一坏了他，很可能是这样。在我一爱一妻去世后，我觉得只有他一个人是我应该疼一爱一的，我甚至看见他有片刻的不高兴都受不了。我对他从来是有求必应的。如果早先我对他严格一点，也许对我们俩都要好些，但我所做的一切都是为他好。

“很自然，我希望他将来继承我的事业，可是他不是那种有干事业才能的人，他放一荡而又任一性一。说实在的，我甚至不敢信任他经手大笔款项。虽然他还年轻，但已经是一家贵族俱乐部的会员，在那里他因为举止风一流潇洒，很快就成为一批挥霍成一性一的富家子弟的亲密朋友。他学会在牌桌上下大赌注，在赛一马场上乱花钱，又不时跑来求我预支给他津贴费去应付赌债。他不只一次试图和他那帮害人的朋友断绝关系，但是在他的朋友乔治-伯恩韦尔爵士的影响下，他又一次次地被拉了回去。

“而且，我的确毫不奇怪，象乔治-伯恩韦尔爵士这样的人能够对他施加影响，我儿子时常把他带到家里来，我觉得连我自己都难免不被他的翩翩风度所迷惑。他比阿瑟年纪大，是一个地地道道玩世不恭的人。哪儿都去过，什么都见过，能说会道，并且品貌不俗。然而，当我撇开他仪容的魅力，冷静地想想他的为人时，他那冷嘲热讽的谈吐，以及我觉察到的他看人的眼神，使我意识到他是个完全不可信赖的人。我是这样想的，我的小玛丽也有和我同样的想法，她具有一种女一性一善于洞察一个人气质的本领。

“讲到这里，现在只剩下玛丽一个人的情况需要说一说了。她是我的侄女；五年前我兄弟去世后，将她孤苦伶仃地遗留在这世界上。我收养了她并一向把她看作我的亲生女儿。她是我家里的一陽一光——一温一柔，可一爱一，美丽，很会管理和一操一持家务，而且具有妇女应有的那种文雅恬静、极其一温一顺的气质。她是我的左右手，我不知道如果没有她我该怎么办。只有一件事她违背了我的意愿，我的儿子两次向她求婚，因为他实在是诚心诚意地一爱一她，但是两次她都拒绝了。我想如果说有谁能够把我儿子引导到正路上来，那只有她能做到，我想他婚后的全部生活将会有所改变。可是现在，哎呀！已经是无可挽回了，永远不可挽回了。

“福尔摩斯先生，现在你对我家里所有的人都了解了，下面我把这桩不幸的事继续讲给你听。

“那天晚上我吃过晚饭在客厅里喝咖啡时，把这件事的经过讲给阿瑟和玛丽听，并且告诉他们那件贵重的宝物现在就在屋子里，我只是把委托人的名字瞒着没提。我肯定露茜-帕尔在端来咖啡以后就离开了房间，但是她出去时是否将门带上了，我就不敢肯定了。玛丽和阿瑟听了很感兴趣，并想见识见识这顶著名的皇冠，但是我想还是别去动它为好。

“你把它放在哪里了？'阿瑟问道。

“在我自己的柜子里。”

“唔，但愿夜里不会被偷走才好。'他说。

“柜子锁上了。'我回答说。

“哎，那个柜子随便什么旧钥匙都能开的。我小时候亲自用厨房食品橱的钥匙开过它。”

“他常常说话轻率，所以他说些什么我是很少考虑的。然而，那天晚上他跟着我来到我的房间里，脸色十分沉重。

“爹，'他垂着眼皮说，‘你能不能给我二百英镑？”

“不，我不能！'我严厉地回答说，‘在金钱方面我一向对你过于慷慨了！”

“你向来极其仁慈，'他说，‘但是我非得有这笔钱不可，否则，我就一辈子无颜再进那俱乐部了！”

“那再好不过了！'我嚷着。

“是的。但是你不会让我不名誉地离开它吧，'他说，‘那样丢脸我可忍受不了。我必须设法筹集这笔钱。如果你不肯给我，那我就得试试别的法子。”

“我当时非常生气，因为这是这个月里他第三次问我要钱。'你别想从我这里得到一便士，'我大声说。于是他鞠了一躬，一言不发就离开了房间。

“等他走后，我将大柜橱打开，查看我的宝物是否安然无事，然后我再把柜子锁上。接着我开始到房子各处巡视一番，看看是否一切安全，没有差错。在平时，我总是将这个任务一交一给玛丽的，但我想当晚最好由我亲自巡视。当我下楼梯时，我看见玛丽一个人在大厅的边窗那里。而在我走近她时，她把窗户关上并插上了插销。

“告诉我，爹，'她说，神情似乎有些慌张，‘是你允许侍女露茜今天晚上出去的吗？”

“当然没有。”

“她刚从后门进来。我相信她刚才是到边门去会见什么人，我想这样很不安全，必须制止她。”

“明早你一定对她讲讲，假如你希望我讲的话，那我就对她讲好了。你肯定各处都关好了吗？”

“十分肯定，爹。”

“那么，晚安！'我亲了她一下便上楼到卧室里去，不久就睡着了。

“我尽可能将一切讲给你听，福尔摩斯先生，这跟案件也许有些关系。我哪一点没讲清楚，请你务必提出来。”

“恰恰相反，你讲得非常清楚。”

“现在说到我要特别指出的那一部分情节。我不是睡得很沉的人，并且担着心事，无疑使我睡得比平时还易惊醒。大约在凌晨两点钟的时候，我被屋里的某种响声吵醒了。在我完全清醒以前这声音便没有了，但它留给我一个似乎什么地方有一扇窗户曾经轻轻地关上了的印象。我侧着身一子全神贯注地倾听着。忽然间，使我惶恐的是，隔壁房间里传来了清晰的、轻轻走动的脚步声。我满怀恐惧悄悄地下了一床一，从我起居室的门角处张望过去。

“阿瑟！'我尖一叫起来，‘你这流一氓，你这个贼！你怎么敢碰那皇冠？”

“我放在那里的煤气灯还半亮着，我那不幸的孩子只穿着衬衫和裤子，站在灯旁，手里拿着那顶皇冠。他似乎正在使尽全身力气扳着它，换句话说，拗着它。听到我的喊声，他手一松，皇冠便掉落到了地上。他的脸死一般地苍白。我把它抢到手一检查，发现在一个金质的边角处有三块绿玉不见了。

“你这恶棍！'我气得发狂地嚷了起来。'你把它弄坏了！你让我丢一辈子的人！你偷走的那几块宝石哪儿去了？”

“偷？！'他叫了起来。

“是的，你这贼！'我吼叫着，摇撼着他的肩膀。

“没有丢掉什么，不可能丢掉什么的。'他说。

“这里有三块绿玉不见了。你是知道它们在哪里的。你要我不但说你是贼，而且还说你是骗子吗？我不是看见你正在试着把另外一块绿玉扳下来吗？”

“你骂我骂够了吧，'他说，‘我再也忍受不下去了。既然你肆意侮辱我，这件事我就不愿再提一句。一早我就会离开你的屋子到别处去自己谋生。”

“你必定要落在警察手里！'我起急败坏半疯狂似地喊着，‘这件事我要追究到底！”

“你别想从我这里了解到任何情况。'我想不到他竟一反常态如此激动地说，‘如果你愿意叫警察，那么就让警察去搜索好了！”

“这时候，因为我盛怒中的大声叫喊，全家都一騷一动了。玛丽首先奔进我的房间，一看见那顶皇冠和阿瑟的脸色，她就觉察到了全部情况，只听她一声尖一叫，随即昏倒在地。我立刻派女佣人去召来警察，请他们马上进行调查。当一位巡官带着一位警士进屋的时候，阿瑟一交一叉着两臂悻悻地站着，问我是不是打算控告他偷窃。我回答他说既然这顶一弄坏了的皇冠是国家的财产，这就不是私事而是一桩公事了。我不得不决定，一切都应遵照法律行一事。

“至少，'他说，‘你不会马上让人逮捕我吧。我要是能离开这间屋子五分钟，对你我两人都有好处。”

“这样，你就可以逃之夭夭，也许可以将偷得的东西藏起来了，'我说。这时我意识到我可怕的处境，我恳求阿瑟不要忘记，不单是我的，而且是一位比我高贵得多的人的荣誉处在危险关头，他有可能惹起一桩震惊全国的丑闻。但是他可以使这一切不致发生，只要他告诉我，他是如何处置这三块失踪的绿玉就成。

“你也应该正视这件事，'我说，‘你是当场被抓住的，而拒不承认得会加重你的罪行，如果你想采取你能做到的这样一个补救办法，也就是把隐藏绿玉的地方告诉我们，那么一切都可宽恕，并且不念旧恶。”

“将你的宽恕留给那些向你恳求宽恕的人吧。'他轻蔑地一笑回答道，转身离开了我。我看他顽固到了绝非任何言辞所能感化的程度。没有别的办法，于是只好叫巡官进来把他看管起来，立刻作了全面搜查，他的身上，他所住的房间以及屋里他可能藏匿宝石的每个地方都搜查遍了，但是没有发现任何痕迹。尽避我们用尽了种种劝诱和恐吓，这倒霉的孩子还是一句话也不肯讲。今天早上他被送进了牢房。而我在办完了警方要求我办的一切手续之后，便急忙赶到这儿来求你运用你的本领破案。警察公开承认他们眼下一无所获。你可以为此事花费你认为需要的费用。我已经悬赏一千英镑。天啊，我怎么办呢？一一夜之间我就失去了我的信誉，我的宝石和我的儿子。啊！我该怎么办呢？”

他两手抱着脑袋，全身晃来晃去，自言自语地嘟哝着象是一个有说不出的痛苦的小孩子。

歇洛克-福尔摩斯静静地坐了有几分钟，皱着眉头，两眼凝视着炉火。

“你平时接待很多客人吗？“他问。

“不外是我的合伙人和他的家眷，以及偶尔还有阿瑟的朋友。乔治-伯恩韦尔最近曾来过几次。我想没有别的什么人了。”

“你常出去参加社一交一活动吗？”

“阿瑟常去。玛丽和我呆在家里。我们俩都不想去。”

“对于一个年轻姑一娘一来说，这是很不寻常的啊！”

“她生一性一恬静。此外，她已经不很年轻，已经二十四岁了。”

“这件事情，照你所说，好象也使她受到很大震惊。”

“非常震惊！她可能比我更为震惊。”

“你们俩人都肯定认为你儿子有罪吗？”

“这还有什么可怀疑的呢，因为我亲眼看见皇冠在他手里拿着。”

“我不认为这是确凿的证据。皇冠的其余部分损坏了没有？”

“嗯，它被扭歪了。”

“那么你是否这样想过，他或许是要将它弄直？”

“上帝保佑你！你是在为他和我做你所能做的一切，但是这个任务过于艰巨了。他究竟在那里干些什么？如果他是清白无辜的，他为什么不说话呢？”

“正是这样。如果他是有罪的话，他为什么不编造个谎言？他的保持沉默在我看来可作两种解释，这案子有几个奇怪的地方。对于把你从睡梦中吵醒的声音，警察是怎么认为的？”

“他们认为这可能是阿瑟关他卧室房门的声音。”

“说得倒象呢！好象一个存心作案的人非得大声关门把全家吵醒不可似的。好吧，那么对这些宝石的失踪他们是怎么说的？”

“他们此时还在敲打地板，搜查家具，希望能找到它们。”

“他们有没有考虑去房子外面看看？”

“考虑了，他们劲头十足，整个花园已经仔细检查过了。”

“说到这里，我亲一爱一的先生，”福尔摩斯说，“这不是很明显地告诉你这件事确实比你或警察起初所想的要深奥得多吗？据你们看，这只不过是一桩简单的案件；但在我看来它似乎特别复杂。想想你们的分析都是一些什么，你猜想你的儿子从一床一上下来，冒着很大的风险，走到你的起居室，打开你的柜子，取出那顶皇冠，用了很大的力气从上面扳下一小部分，再到别的什么地方去，把三十九块绿玉中的三块用任何人都无法发现的巧妙办法藏了起来，然后带着其余的三十六块回到房间里来，让自己冒着被人发现的极大危险。现在我来问你，这个分析站得住脚吗？”

“可是还能作什么别的分析呢？”这位银行家做出一个失望的姿态嚷着。“要是他没有不一良动机，那他为什么不解释清楚呢？”

“这正是我们要做的工作，把事情弄清楚。”福尔摩斯回答说，“所以现在如果你愿意的话，霍尔德先生，我们就一起动身到你斯特里特哈姆的家里去，花上一个小时更周密地查看一下。”

我的朋友坚持要我陪同他们一起去调查，正好我也相当热切地希望一同去，因为我们刚刚听到的陈述深深地激起了我的好奇心和同情心。我承认，对这银行家的儿子是不是罪犯这点，我当时和这位不幸的父亲看法一样，都认为是很明显的；但是我仍然对福尔摩斯的判断力抱有十足的信心，因而觉得既然他对已为大家所接受的解释不满意，那么一定有某种理由表明这事情还有希望。在去南郊的全部路程中。他一言不发地坐着，把下巴贴到胸口上，把帽子拉下来遮住了眼睛，沉浸于深深的思考之中。我们的委托人，由于有一线希望呈现在眼前，显得有了新的勇气和信心，他甚至杂乱无章地和我聊其他业务上的一些事情。乘坐了一会儿火车，再步行短短的一段路程，我们就到了这位大银行家住的不太豪华的费尔班寓所。

费尔班是一所相当大的用白石砌成的房子，离马路有点远。一条双行的车道沿着一块积雪的草坪一直通到紧闭着的两扇大铁门前面。右面有一小丛灌木，连绵于一条狭窄的、两旁有小树篱的小径，这条小径从马路口一直通到厨房门前，成为零售商人的进出小道。在左边有一条小道通到马厩，这条小道不在庭院之内，是一条并不常用的公共马路。福尔摩斯让我们站在门口，他自己慢慢地绕房步行一周，经过屋前沿着那小贩走的小道，再绕到花园后面进入通往马厩的小道。他来回走了好长一段时间，霍尔德先生和我索一性一进屋，在餐室的壁炉边等候他。当我们正沉默地坐着的时候，房门被人推开，一位年轻的女士走了进来。她身高在中等以上，身材苗条，漆黑的头发和眼睛，在她十分苍白的皮肤衬托下似乎显得分外地黑。我想不起几时曾经见到过脸色如此苍白的妇女。她的嘴唇也是毫无血色，她的眼睛却因哭泣而红肿。她静悄悄地走进来，给我的印象似乎她的痛苦更甚于银行家今早所感受的，因为她显然是一位个一性一很强、并且具有极大的自制力的妇女，这就显得更加引人注目。她不顾我在座，径直走向她叔父跟前，以妇女的一温一情抚一摸一着他的头。

“你已经命令将阿瑟释放了，是吗。爹？”她问。

“没有，没有，我的姑一娘一，这件事必须追查到底的。”

“但是我确实相信他是无罪的。你懂得女人们的本能是怎么回事。我知道他没有做什么错事，这样严厉地对待他，你是要后悔的。”

“那么，如果他是无辜的话，他为什么默不作声？”

“谁知道？也许他是因为你竟会这样怀疑他而感到恼怒。”

“我怎么能不怀疑他呢？当时我确实看见那顶皇冠在他手里拿着。”

“哎，他只不过是将它拾起来看看。哦，相信我的话吧！他是无罪的。这件事就这样算了吧，不要再提它了。想到我们亲一爱一的阿瑟被投进了监狱是多么可怕啊！”

“我找不到绿玉决不罢休——决不，玛丽，你对阿瑟的感情使你看不到它给我造成的严重后果。我绝不能就这样了事，我从伦敦请了一位先生来更深入地调查这件事。”

“是这位先生？”她转过身来看着我问道。

“不，是他的朋友。他要我们让他一个人走走。他现在正在马厩那条小道那边。”

“马厩那条小道？”她的黑眉一毛一向上一扬。“他能指望在那里找到什么？哦，我想这就是他吧。我相信，先生，你一定能证明我所确信的是实情，那就是我的堂兄阿瑟是无罪的。”

“我完全同意你的看法，而且，我相信，有你在一起，我们能证明这一点。”福尔摩斯一边答话，一边走回擦鞋垫上把鞋底下的雪蹭掉。“我认为我是荣幸地在和玛丽-霍尔德小一姐谈话，我可否向你提一两个问题？”

“请吧，先生，如果能对澄清这件可怕的事件有所帮助的话。”

“昨天夜里你没听见什么吗？”

“没有，一直到我的叔父开始大声说话。我听见后才下来。”

“你昨晚将门窗都关上了，可是有没有将所有的窗户都闩上呢？”

“都闩上了。”

“今天早上这些窗户是否都还闩着？”

“都还闩着。”

“你有个女仆，她有个情一人吧？我知道你昨晚曾经告诉过你叔叔说她出去会见他来了？”

“是的，她就是那个在客厅里侍候的女仆，她也许听见叔叔谈到关于皇冠的话。”

“我明白，你的意思是说她可能出去将这事告诉了她的情一人，而他们俩也许密谋盗窃这顶皇冠。”

“但是这些空洞的理论有什么用处。”银行家不耐烦地嚷了起来，“我不是对你讲过我当时亲眼看见阿瑟手里拿着那顶皇冠吗？”

“不要着急，霍尔德先生。我们必须追问一下这件事。霍尔德小一姐，关于这个女仆，我想你看见她是从厨房门附近回来的，是吗？”

“是的，当我去查看那扇门有没有闩好时，我碰见她偷偷地溜了进来。我也看见那个男人在暗地里。”

“你认识他吗？”

“噢，我认识！他是给我们送蔬菜的菜贩。他的名字是弗朗西斯-普罗斯珀。”

“他站在，”福尔摩斯说，“门的左侧——也就是说，远离需要进入这门的路上？”

“是的，是这样。”

“他还是一个装有木头假腿的人？”

这位年轻小一姐富于表情的黑眼珠突然显得有点害怕的样子。“怎么？你真象个魔术师啊，”她说，“你怎么知道这个？“她当时面带笑容。但是福尔摩斯瘦削而显得热切的脸上没有迎一合对方的笑容。

“我很想现在就上楼去。”福尔摩斯说，“我很可能还要到房子外边再走一趟，也许我在上楼之前最好再看看楼下的窗户。”

他很快地从一个个窗户前走过，只是在那扇可以从大厅向外望到马厩小道的大窗户前停了一下。他打开这扇窗户，用随身携带的高倍放大镜非常仔细地检查窗台。最后他说，“现在我们可以上楼去了。”

这位银行家的起居室是一间布置简朴的小房间，地上铺着一块灰色地毯，放着一个大柜橱和一面长镜子。福尔摩斯先走到大柜橱跟前，紧盯着上面的锁。

“是用哪把钥匙开这锁的？”他问道。

“就是我儿子指出的——那把开贮藏室食品橱的锁的钥匙。”

“它在你这里吗？”

“就是那把放在化妆台上的钥匙。”

福尔摩斯把它拿过来打开大柜橱。

“这是一把无声的锁，”他说，“难怪它没有吵醒你。这只盒子我想就是装那皇冠的。我们必须看一看。”他打开盒子，将皇冠取出来放在桌子上。这是一件华丽的珠宝工艺品，那三十六块绿玉是我从未见过的最一精一美的玉石。皇冠的一边有一道裂口，一个角上有三块绿玉被扳掉了。

“现在，霍尔德先生，”福尔摩斯说，“这个边角和那不幸丢失绿玉的边角是对称的。我请你试一试看能否将它掰一开。”

那银行家惊慌地往后退缩。他说：“我连做梦也不敢去掰它。”

“那么我来试试，”福尔摩斯猛然用足力气去掰它，但是纹丝不动。“我觉得它有点松动，”他说，“但是，虽然我的手指特别有劲，要掰一开它也很费事。一个普通人是不可能把它掰一开的。好了，霍尔德先生，如果我真的掰一开了它，会是什么情况呢？那就会发出象槍响一样的声音。你敢说，这一切是发生在仅离你卧榻数码之遥的地方，而你却一点什么声音也没听见吗？”

“我什么也不敢想，什么问题也看不出来。”

“但是事情也许会越来越清楚。你是怎么想的，霍尔德小一姐？”

“我承认我和我的叔叔一样困惑不解。”

“当你看到你的儿子时，他没有穿鞋或拖鞋，是吗？”

“除了裤子和衬衫外，他什么也没有穿。”

“谢谢你。我们的确从这次询问中得益匪浅，实在太幸运了，如果我们还不能把这事情弄清楚的话，那就完全是我们自己的过错了。霍尔德先生，请允许我再到外面去继续调查。”

他要求让他独自一个人去，因为他解释说，人去多了会留下一些不必要的脚印，可能给他的工作造成更多的困难。他工作了大约一个多小时，最后回来时他的脚上满是积雪，而他的面孔仍然是那样神秘莫测。

“我想这里我要看的我都看过了，霍尔德先生，”他说，“我想我对你最好的效劳就是回到我的住房去。”

“但是那些绿玉，福尔摩斯先生，它们在哪里？”

“我说不好。”

“那我永远再见不到它们了！”这位银行家一搓一着双手大声地说，“还有我的儿子呢？你不是给了我希望吗？”

“我的意见一点也没改变。”

“那么，我的天哪，昨晚上在我屋子里搞的是什么鬼名堂？”

“如果明天上午九到十点钟你能到贝克街我的住所来找我，我将高兴地尽我所能把它讲得更清楚些。我的理解是，你全权委托我替你办这件事，只要我能找回那些绿玉，你不会限制我可能支取的款项数目。”

“为了把它们找回来，我愿拿出我的全部财产。”

“很好，我将在明天上午以前这段时间内调查这件事。再见，也很可能我傍晚以前还得再来这里一趟。”

我清楚地知道我的伙伴现在对这个案件已经胸有成竹，至于他究竟有了些什么样的结论，我连一点朦胧的印象也没有。在我们回家的途中，我屡次想从他那里探听出这一点，但是他总是扯到别的话题上去，最后我只好失望地放弃了这个意图。还不到下午三时，我们就回到了自己屋里。他急忙走进他的房间，几分钟后便打扮成一个普遍的流一浪一汉下楼来。他把领子翻上去，穿着磨得发光的破外衣，打着红领带，穿着一双破旧的皮靴，成了一个典型的流一浪一汉。

“我这样打扮还象吧，”他一边说一边对着壁炉上的镜子照了一下，“我真希望你能和我一块去，华生，但是恐怕不行。我可能找到这个案子的线索，也可能是跟着鬼火瞎跑，但是我不久就会明白是哪种可能。我希望几个小时内就会回来。”他从餐柜上放着的大块牛肉上割下一块，夹在两片面包里，然后把这干粮塞一进口袋，就出发探险去了。

我刚喝完茶，只见他手里晃着一只边上有松紧带的旧靴子兴高采烈地回来了。他把那只旧靴子扔在角落里，便去倒茶喝。

“我只是经过这里进来顺便看一下，”他说，“我马上就得走。”

“到哪里去？”

“噢，到西区那边去。可能得过相当长的时间我才能回①来。如果我回来得太晚，就别等我了。”

“你事情进行得怎么样？”

“噢，还可以。没有什么可抱怨的。我离开你后又到斯特里特哈姆去了，只是没进屋里。那个小疑点是怪有趣的，我怎么也不能轻易放过它。我不能尽坐在这里闲聊天，我必须把这套下等人的服装脱一下来，重新穿上我自己那套一上等人的服装。”

①伦敦西区是富人聚居的地方——译者注

我从他的一举一动可以看出，他有比他谈话中所暗示的更值得满意的理由。他的眼睛里闪烁着光彩，他菜色的面颊上甚至泛出了红晕。他匆匆地上了楼，几分钟后，我听见大厅的门砰地一响，我知道他又一次出发去搞他天生喜欢的追捕去了。

我一直等到半夜，还是没见他回来，我就回房休息去了。他连续几天几夜外出跟踪紧追一个线索是常有的事，因而他今天迟迟不归并不使我奇怪。我不知道他是什么时候回来的，但是当我早晨下楼进早餐时，只见他已经坐在那里了，一只手端着一杯咖啡，另一只手拿着一份报纸，一精一神饱满，雍容整洁。“对不起，华生，我没等你便先吃起来了。”他说，“但是你不要忘记我们的委托人今天上午和我们的约会。”

“怎么，现在已过九点钟了，”我回答说，“我想一定是他在叫门。我听到了门铃响。”

果然，来的正是我们这位金融家朋友。他身上发生的变化，使我感到非常震惊，因为他天生又宽阔又结实的脸庞，现在消瘦并瘪了下去，他的头发好象也比以前更灰白了。他带着萎一靡一困顿的倦容走了进来，显得比前一天早晨那种狂一暴的样子更加痛苦，他沉重地跌坐在我推给他的扶手椅上。

“我不知道做了什么缺德事使我要受这么残酷的折磨，”他说，“只不过是两天以前我还是一个幸福和富裕的人，无忧无虑地生活在这世界上。现在我落到了要过孤独和不光彩晚年的地步。真是祸不单行啊。我的侄女玛丽抛弃了我。”

“抛弃了你？”

“是的。今天早晨发现她的一床一一一夜没有人睡过，她的房间已经是人去楼空，一张留给我的便条放在大厅的桌子上。我昨晚曾经忧伤而不是气愤地对她说，要是她和我儿子结了婚，他本来可能一切都会很好的。也许我这样说太欠斟酌了。她的便条里也谈到了这些话：‘我最亲一爱一的叔叔：

我感到我已经给你带来了苦恼，如果我采取另外一种行动，这可怕的不幸事件可能就永远不会发生了。我心里存着这种念头，就再也不能愉快地住在你的屋檐下了。而且我觉得我必须永远离开你。不要为我的前途一操一心，因为我自己有栖身的地方；最重要的是，决不要寻找我，因为这将是徒劳的，而且会帮我的倒忙。不管我是生是死，我永远是你亲一爱一的

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\玛丽”

“她这张便条是什么意思，福尔摩斯先生？你认为她暗示想要自一杀吗？”

“不，不，根本不是这么回事。这也许是最好不过的解决办法。我相信，霍尔德先生，你的这些苦恼事快要结束了。”

“哈！你肯定是这样？你听见了什么，福尔摩斯先生，你听到了什么消息？那些绿玉在哪里？”

“你不认为一千英镑一块绿玉的价钱太大吧？”

“我情愿付出一万英镑。”

“这没有必要。这件事三千英镑就够用了。我想，还有一笔小小的酬金。你带着支票簿没有？给你这支笔，开一张四千英镑的支票好了。”

这位银行家神色茫然地如数开了支票。福尔摩斯走到他的写字台前，取出一个小小的三角形的金纸包，里面有三块绿玉，顺手将它扔在桌子上。

我们的委托人一声喜悦的尖一叫，一把将它抓在手中。

“你弄到手了！”他急促地说，“我得救了！我得救了！”

这喜悦的反应和他以前的愁苦一样激烈。他将这几颗重新获得的绿玉紧紧地贴在胸前。

“你另外还欠了笔债，霍尔德先生。”福尔摩斯相当严肃地说。

“欠债！”他拿起一支笔，“欠多少，我这就偿还。”

“不，这笔债不是欠我的。你应该对那个高尚的小伙子，你的儿子好好地道歉，他把这件事揽在自己身上了，我要是能看到我自己的儿子这样做，我也会感到骄傲的，倘使我有这样一个孩子的话。”

“那么不是阿瑟拿走的？”

“我昨天就告诉过你，今天我再重复一遍，不是他。”

“你肯定是这样！那么让我们马上赶到他那里去，让他知道已经真相大白了。”

“他已经知道了。我全部搞清楚后去找他谈过，发现他不愿意将实情告诉我，我干脆对他说了，他听后不得不承认我是对的，并且对我还不很清楚的几个细节做了补充。你今天早晨带来的消息，必定能使他开口。”

“我的老天爷呀！那么，快告诉我这非常离奇的谜到底是怎么回事吧！”

“我是要这样做的，并且我要对你说明我为弄清事情的底细所采取的步骤。让我从头讲给你听，首先，这话我觉得很难说出口，你也很难听入耳：那就是乔治-伯恩韦尔爵士和你的侄女玛丽有默契。他们俩人现在已经一块逃走了。”

“我的玛丽？不可能！”

“不幸的是它不只是可能，而且是肯定的事实。当你们将此人接纳到你们家中时，不论是你或是你的儿子，都不很了解他的真实脾一性一。他是英国最危险的人物之一——一个潦倒的赌徒，一个凶恶透顶的流一氓，一个没有心肝和良知的人。你的侄女对这种人一无所知。当他对她信誓旦旦一如他以前向成百个其他女人所做的一样时，她自鸣得意，认为只有她一个人触一动了他的心。这个恶魔深知如何用花言巧语使她能为他所利用，并且几乎每晚都和他幽会。”

“我不能，也决不会相信有这种事！”银行家脸色灰白地嚷道。

“那么，让我来告诉你，前天晚上你家里所发生的一切。你的侄女，当她认为你已经回到你的房间去后，悄悄地溜下来在那扇朝向马厩小道的窗口和她的情一人谈话。他的脚印因为久站在那里而深深地印透了地上的雪。她和他谈到那顶皇冠。这消息燃起了他对金子的邪恶贪欲，他就强迫她服从他的意愿。我不怀疑她是一爱一你的，但是常有这种女人，她们对情一人的一爱一会淹没对所有其他人的一爱一，而我认为她，必定也是这样一个女人。她还没有听完他的指使，就见你下楼来，她急忙把窗户关上，并向你诉说那女仆和她那装木头假腿的情一人的越轨行为，那倒是确有其事。

“你的儿子阿瑟和你谈话后，便上一床一去睡觉，不过他因为欠俱乐部的债心神不安而难以入睡。半夜的时候，他听见轻轻的脚步声走过他的房门，因此他起一床一向外探视，吃惊地看到他的堂妹蹑手蹑脚地偷偷沿着过道走去，直到她消失在你的起居室里。这孩子惊讶得目瞪口呆。急忙随便披上一件衣服伫立在暗地里要看看究竟是什么怪事。这时只见她又从房间里走了出来，你儿子在过道灯光的亮光下看见她手里拿着那顶珍贵的皇冠走向楼梯，他感到一阵恐慌，跑过去将身一子隐藏在靠近你门口的帘子后面，从那里他可以看到下面大厅里所发生的一切。他看见她偷偷地将窗户打开，把皇冠从窗户里递出去一交一给暗地里的什么人。然后把窗户重新关上，从十分靠近他站立的地方——他躲藏在帘子后面——经过，匆匆地回到她房间里去了。

“只要她还在现场，他就不可能采取什么行动，以免可怕地暴露他心一爱一的女人的可耻行径。但是她刚一走开，他马上意识到这件事将会使你遭受多大的不幸，并感觉到把它纠正过来是多么重要。他急奔下楼，仍然是披着衣服，光着脚，打开那扇窗户，跳到外面雪地里，沿着小道跑去，在月光里他瞧见一了黑影。乔治-伯恩韦尔爵士正企图逃跑，但是被阿瑟捉住了，两个人在那里争夺起来，你的孩子抓着皇冠的一端，而他的对手抓着另外一端。扭打之间，你的儿子揍了乔治爵士一拳，打伤了他的眼部。这时忽然间有什么东西被拉断了，当时你的儿子发现皇冠已经在他手里，便急忙跑回来，关上窗户，上楼到你房内，正在察看那扭坏了的皇冠并用力要把它弄正的时候，你就出现在现场了。”

“这是可能的么？”那银行家捏了一把汗说。

“正当他认为他很值得你最热烈地感谢的时候，你对他的谩骂激起了他的怒火，他不能既说明实际情况而又不致于出卖肯定值得他认真考虑手下留情的人。他认为应有骑士风度，于是将她的秘密隐藏了起来。”

“这就是为什么她一看到那顶皇冠便发出一声尖一叫昏了过去。”霍尔德先生大声嚷着，“噢！我的天！我真是瞎了跟的蠢人！是的，他要求过我让他出去五分钟！这亲一爱一的孩子是想到争夺的现场去寻找那皇冠的失落部分。我是多么残酷无情地冤枉了他！”

“当我来到你屋子的时候，”福尔摩斯接着说，“我立即到四周仔细地察看了一下，看看雪地里有什么痕迹有助于我的调查。我知道从前天晚上到现在没有再下过雪，并且这期间恰好有重霜保护着印迹。我经过商贩所走的那一条小路，但是脚印都已经被践踏得无法辨别了。不过，正好在它这一边，离厨房门稍远的地方，却发现有过一个女人站在那里同一个男人谈话时留下的痕迹，那里的脚印有一个是圆的，这正说明此人有一条木制的假腿。我甚至可以断定有人惊动了他们，因为有那个女人赶紧跑回到门口的痕迹，这可以从雪上前脚印深后脚印浅的形状看出来。那个装木头假腿的人看来在那里呆了一会儿才走开。我那时猜想这可能是那女仆和她情一人。有关他们的事你已经告诉过我。后来我经过调查证明确是这样。我到花园里绕了一圈，除了杂乱的脚印外，别的没看到什么，我知道这是警察留下的；但是我到了通往马厩的小道时，印在雪地上的一段很长很复杂的情景便展现在我的面前。

“那里有两条穿靴子的人的脚印，另外还有两条，我很高兴地看到这是一个打赤脚的人的脚印。我立刻根据你曾经告诉过我的话证明后两条脚印是你儿子留下的。头两条脚印是来回走的，而另两条则是跑得很快的脚印，而且他的脚印在有些地方盖在那穿靴的脚印上，显然他是在后头走过去的。我随着这些脚印走，发现它们通向大厅的窗户，那穿起靴的人在这里等候时将周围所有的雪都踩得溶化了。随后我到另外一边，这里从那小道走下去约有一百多码。此外，我看出那穿起靴的人曾转过身来，地上的雪被踩得纵横一交一错，狼藉不堪，好象在那里发生过一场搏斗，并且最后我还发现那里有溅下的几滴血，这说明我没弄错。这时，那穿皮靴人又沿着小道跑了，在那里又有一小滩血说明他受了伤。当他来到大路上另一头时，我看见人行道边已经清扫过，所以线索就此中断。

“在进屋子时，你记得，我曾经用我的放大镜验视大厅的窗台和窗框，我马上看出有人从这里进出过。我能够分辨出脚的轮廓，因为一只湿脚跨进来时曾在这里踩过。那时我对于这里出过什么事就形成了初步的看法。也就是说，一个人曾在窗外守候过；一个人将绿玉皇冠带到那里；这情况被你的儿子看见了。他去追那个贼，并和他格斗；他们两个人一起抓住那皇冠，一迫使劲争夺，才造成并非任何单独一个人所能造成的那种损坏。他夺得了战利品回来，但却留下一小部分在他对手的手中。我当时所能弄清的就是这些。现在的问题是，那个人是谁？又是谁将皇冠拿给他的？“我记得有一句古老的格言说道，当你排除了不可能的情况后，其余的情况，尽避多么不可能，却必定是真实的。我知道，一定不是你将皇冠拿到下面来的，所以剩下来只有你的侄女和女仆们。但是如果是女仆们干的事，那为什么你的儿子愿意替她们受过呢？这里没有可以站得住脚的理由。正因为他一爱一他的堂妹，所以他要保守她的秘密，这样解释就很通了。更因为这秘密是一件不光彩的事，他就越要这样做。当我记起你说过曾经看到她在那窗户那里，后来她见到那皇冠时便昏过去，我的猜测便变成十分肯定的事实了。“但是，是谁可能成为她的共谋者呢？显然是一个情一人，因为还有谁在她心上可以超过她对你的一爱一和感恩之情呢？我知道你深居简出，你结一交一的朋友为数有限，而乔治-伯恩韦尔爵士却是其中之一。我以前曾听到过他在妇女当中臭名昭著。穿着那双皮靴并持有那失去的绿玉的人一定是他。尽避他明白阿瑟已经发觉是他，他依然认为自己可保无虞，因为这小伙子只要一词之吐露，就不能不危及他的家庭。

“好啦，凭你自己良好的辨别力就能联想到我采取的第二个步骤是什么。我打扮成流一浪一汉的样子到乔治爵士住处，结识了他的贴身仆人，知道了他的主人前天晚上划破了头。最后我花了六个先令买了一双肯定是他主人扔掉的旧鞋。我带着那双鞋来到斯特里特哈姆，并核对出。它和那脚印完全相符，一丝不差。”

“昨天晚上，我在那条小道上见到了一个衣衫褴褛的流一浪一汉。”霍尔德先生说。

“一点不错，那就是我。我感到我已经查到了我所要查的人，所以我就回家更换衣服。这里有一个微妙的角色要我扮演，因为我感到必须避免起诉才不致出现丑闻，而且我明白如此狡猾的一个恶棍一定会看出在这件事上我们的双手是受到束缚的。我登门找他。开始的时候，自然，他矢口否认一切。但是，当我向他指出发生的每一具体情况以后，他从墙上拿下一根护身棒企图威吓我。然而，我懂得我要对付的是什么人，我在他举棒打击以前，迅即将手槍对着他的脑袋。这时他才开始有点理一性一。我告诉他我们可以出钱买他手里的绿玉——一千镑一块。这才使他显出一种十分后悔的样子。“啊唷，糟透了！”他说他已经把那三块绿玉以六百英镑的价格卖给人家了。我在答应不告发他之后，很快就从他那里得到了收赃人的住址。我找到了那个人，和他多次讨价还价后，我以一千镑一块的价格把绿玉赎了回来。接着我就去找你的儿子，告诉他一切都办妥了。终于，我在可称之为真正艰难辛苦的一天之后，两点钟左右才上一床一睡觉。”

“这一天可以说是将英国从一桩公之于众的大丑闻中救了出来，”银行家说着站起身来，“先生，我不知道该说什么话来感谢你，但是你会看到我不会辜负你所做的一切。你的本领实在是我前所未闻的。现在我必须飞快地去找我亲一爱一的儿子，为我冤枉了他向他道歉。至于你所谈到的关于可怜的玛丽的事，使我伤心透了。你的本领再大，恐怕你也说不出她现在是在哪里吧！”

“我想我们可以有把握地说，”福尔摩斯回答说，“乔治-伯恩韦尔爵士在哪里她就在哪里。同样，还可以肯定地说，不论她犯了什么罪，他们不久就会受到严厉的惩罚。”

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