Chapter 2

At three o'clock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The landlady informed me that he had left the house shortly after eight o'clock in the morning. I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awaiting him, however long he might be. I was already deeply interested in his inquiry, for, though it was surrounded by none of the grim and strange features which were associated with the two crimes which I have already recorded, still, the nature of the case and the exalted station of his client gave it a character of its own. Indeed, apart from the nature of the investigation which my friend had on hand, there was something in his masterly grasp of a situation, and his keen, incisive reasoning, which made it a pleasure to me to study his system of work, and to follow the quick, subtle methods by which he disentangled the most inextricable mysteries. So accustomed was I to his invariable success that the very possibility of his failing had ceased to enter into my head.

It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.

“Well, really!” he cried, and then he choked and laughed again until he was obliged to lie back, limp and helpless, in the chair.

“What is it?”

“It's quite too funny. I am sure you could never guess how I employed my morning, or what I ended by doing.”

“I can't imagine. I suppose that you have been watching the habits, and perhaps the house, of Miss Irene Adler.”

“Quite so; but the sequel was rather unusual. I will tell you, however. I left the house a little after eight o'clock this morning in the character of a groom out of work. There is a wonderful sympathy and freemasonry among horsey men. Be one of them, and you will know all that there is to know. I soon found Briony Lodge. It is a bijou villa, with a garden at the back, but built out in front right up to the road, two stories. Chubb lock to the door. Large sitting-room on the right side, well furnished, with long windows almost to the floor, and those preposterous English window fasteners which a child could open. Behind there was nothing remarkable, save that the passage window could be reached from the top of the coach-house. I walked round it and examined it closely from every point of view, but without noting anything else of interest.

“I then lounged down the street and found, as I expected, that there was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their horses, and received in exchange twopence, a glass of half and half, two fills of shag tobacco, and as much information as I could desire about Miss Adler, to say nothing of half a dozen other people in the neighbourhood in whom I was not in the least interested, but whose biographies I was compelled to listen to.”

“And what of Irene Adler?” I asked.

“Oh, she has turned all the men's heads down in that part. She is the daintiest thing under a bonnet on this planet. So say the Serpentine-mews, to a man. 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. See the advantages of a cabman as a confidant. They had driven him home a dozen times from Serpentine-mews, and knew all about him. When I had listened to all they had to tell, I began to walk up and down near Briony Lodge once more, and to think over my plan of campaign.

“This Godfrey Norton was evidently an important factor in the matter. He was a lawyer. That sounded ominous. What was the relation between them, and what the object of his repeated visits? Was she his client, his friend, or his mistress? If the former, she had probably transferred the photograph to his keeping. If the latter, it was less likely. On the issue of this question depended whether I should continue my work at Briony Lodge, or turn my attention to the gentleman's chambers in the Temple. It was a delicate point, and it widened the field of my inquiry. I fear that I bore you with these details, but I have to let you see my little difficulties, if you are to understand the situation.”

“I am following you closely,” I answered.

“I was still balancing the matter in my mind when a hansom cab drove up to Briony Lodge, and a gentleman sprang out. He was a remarkably handsome man, dark, aquiline, and moustached—evidently the man of whom I had heard. He appeared to be in a great hurry, shouted to the cabman to wait, and brushed past the maid who opened the door with the air of a man who was thoroughly at home.

“He was in the house about half an hour, and I could catch glimpses of him in the windows of the sitting-room, pacing up and down, talking excitedly, and waving his arms. Of her I could see nothing. Presently he emerged, looking even more flurried than before. As he stepped up to the cab, he pulled a gold watch from his pocket and looked at it earnestly, ‘Drive like the devil,’ he shouted, ‘first to Gross & Hankey's in Regent Street, and then to the Church of St. Monica in the Edgeware Road. Half a guinea if you do it in twenty minutes!’

“Away they went, and I was just wondering whether I should not do well to follow them when up the lane came a neat little landau, the coachman with his coat only half-buttoned, and his tie under his ear, while all the tags of his harness were sticking out of the buckles. It hadn't pulled up before she shot out of the hall door and into it. I only caught a glimpse of her at the moment, but she was a lovely woman, with a face that a man might die for.

“‘The Church of St. Monica, John,’ she cried, ‘and half a sovereign if you reach it in twenty minutes.’

“This was quite too good to lose, Watson. I was just balancing whether I should run for it, or whether I should perch behind her landau when a cab came through the street. The driver looked twice at such a shabby fare, but I jumped in before he could object. ‘The Church of St. Monica,’ said I, ‘and half a sovereign if you reach it in twenty minutes.’ It was twenty-five minutes to twelve, and of course it was clear enough what was in the wind.

“My cabby drove fast. I don't think I ever drove faster, but the others were there before us. The cab and the landau with their steaming horses were in front of the door when I arrived. I paid the man and hurried into the church. There was not a soul there save the two whom I had followed and a surpliced clergyman, who seemed to be expostulating with them. They were all three standing in a knot in front of the altar. I lounged up the side aisle like any other idler who has dropped into a church. Suddenly, to my surprise, the three at the altar faced round to me, and Godfrey Norton came running as hard as he could towards me.

“‘Thank God,’ he cried. ‘You'll do. Come! Come!’

“‘What then?’ I asked.

“‘Come, man, come, only three minutes, or it won't be legal.’

“I was half-dragged up to the altar, and before I knew where I was I found myself mumbling responses which were whispered in my ear, and vouching for things of which I knew nothing, and generally assisting in the secure tying up of Irene Adler, spinster, to Godfrey Norton, bachelor. It was all done in an instant, and there was the gentleman thanking me on the one side and the lady on the other, while the clergyman beamed on me in front. It was the most preposterous position in which I ever found myself in my life, and it was the thought of it that started me laughing just now. It seems that there had been some informality about their license, that the clergyman absolutely refused to marry them without a witness of some sort, and that my lucky appearance saved the bridegroom from having to sally out into the streets in search of a best man. The bride gave me a sovereign, and I mean to wear it on my watch-chain in memory of the occasion.”

“This is a very unexpected turn of affairs,” said I; “and what then?”

“Well, I found my plans very seriously menaced. It looked as if the pair might take an immediate departure, and so necessitate very prompt and energetic measures on my part. At the church door, however, they separated, he driving back to the Temple, and she to her own house. ‘I shall drive out in the park at five as usual,’ she said as she left him. I heard no more. They drove away in different directions, and I went off to make my own arrangements.”

“Which are?”

“Some cold beef and a glass of beer,” he answered, ringing the bell. “I have been too busy to think of food, and I am likely to be busier still this evening. By the way, Doctor, I shall want your co-operation.”

“I shall be delighted.”

“You don't mind breaking the law?”

“Not in the least.”

“Nor running a chance of arrest?”

“Not in a good cause.”

“Oh, the cause is excellent!”

“Then I am your man.”

“I was sure that I might rely on you.”

“But what is it you wish?”

“When Mrs. Turner has brought in the tray I will make it clear to you. Now,” he said as he turned hungrily on the simple fare that our landlady had provided, “I must discuss it while I eat, for I have not much time. It is nearly five now. In two hours we must be on the scene of action. Miss Irene, or Madame, rather, returns from her drive at seven. We must be at Briony Lodge to meet her.”

“And what then?”

“You must leave that to me. I have already arranged what is to occur. There is only one point on which I must insist. You must not interfere, come what may. You understand?”

“I am to be neutral?”

“To do nothing whatever. There will probably be some small unpleasantness. Do not join in it. It will end in my being conveyed into the house. Four or five minutes afterwards the sitting-room window will open. You are to station yourself close to that open window.”

“Yes.”

“You are to watch me, for I will be visible to you.”

“Yes.”

“And when I raise my hand—so—you will throw into the room what I give you to throw, and will, at the same time, raise the cry of fire. You quite follow me?”

“Entirely.”

“It is nothing very formidable,” he said, taking a long cigar-shaped roll from his pocket. “It is an ordinary plumber's smoke-rocket, fitted with a cap at either end to make it self-lighting. Your task is confined to that. When you raise your cry of fire, it will be taken up by quite a number of people. You may then walk to the end of the street, and I will rejoin you in ten minutes. I hope that I have made myself clear?”

“I am to remain neutral, to get near the window, to watch you, and at the signal to throw in this object, then to raise the cry of fire, and to wait you at the corner of the street.”

“Precisely.”

“Then you may entirely rely on me.”

“That is excellent. I think, perhaps, it is almost time that I prepare for the new role I have to play.”

He disappeared into his bedroom and returned in a few minutes in the character of an amiable and simple-minded Nonconformist clergyman. His broad black hat, his baggy trousers, his white tie, his sympathetic smile, and general look of peering and benevolent curiosity were such as Mr. John Hare alone could have equalled. It was not merely that Holmes changed his costume. His expression, his manner, his very soul seemed to vary with every fresh part that he assumed. The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when he became a specialist in crime.

It was a quarter past six when we left Baker Street, and it still wanted ten minutes to the hour when we found ourselves in Serpentine Avenue. It was already dusk, and the lamps were just being lighted as we paced up and down in front of Briony Lodge, waiting for the coming of its occupant. The house was just such as I had pictured it from Sherlock Holmes' succinct description, but the locality appeared to be less private than I expected. On the contrary, for a small street in a quiet neighbourhood, it was remarkably animated. There was a group of shabbily dressed men smoking and laughing in a corner, a scissors-grinder with his wheel, two guardsmen who were flirting with a nurse-girl, and several well-dressed young men who were lounging up and down with cigars in their mouths.

“You see,” remarked Holmes, as we paced to and fro in front of the house, “this marriage rather simplifies matters. The photograph becomes a double-edged weapon now. The chances are that she would be as averse to its being seen by Mr. Godfrey Norton, as our client is to its coming to the eyes of his princess. Now the question is—Where are we to find the photograph?”

“Where, indeed?”

“It is most unlikely that she carries it about with her. It is cabinet size. Too large for easy concealment about a woman's dress. She knows that the King is capable of having her waylaid and searched. Two attempts of the sort have already been made. We may take it, then, that she does not carry it about with her.”

“Where, then?”

“Her banker or her lawyer. There is that double possibility. But I am inclined to think neither. Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting. Why should she hand it over to anyone else? She could trust her own guardianship, but she could not tell what indirect or political influence might be brought to bear upon a business man. Besides, remember that she had resolved to use it within a few days. It must be where she can lay her hands upon it. It must be in her own house.”

“But it has twice been burgled.”

“Pshaw! They did not know how to look.”

“But how will you look?”

“I will not look.”

“What then?”

“I will get her to show me.”

“But she will refuse.”

“She will not be able to. But I hear the rumble of wheels. It is her carriage. Now carry out my orders to the letter.”

As he spoke the gleam of the side-lights of a carriage came round the curve of the avenue. It was a smart little landau which rattled up to the door of Briony Lodge. As it pulled up, one of the loafing men at the corner dashed forward to open the door in the hope of earning a copper, but was elbowed away by another loafer, who had rushed up with the same intention. A fierce quarrel broke out, which was increased by the two guardsmen, who took sides with one of the loungers, and by the scissors-grinder, who was equally hot upon the other side. 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 just as he reached her he gave a cry and dropped to the ground, with the blood running freely down his face. At his fall the guardsmen took to their heels in one direction and the loungers in the other, while a number of better-dressed people, who had watched the scuffle without taking part in it, crowded in to help the lady and to attend to the injured man. Irene Adler, as I will still call her, had hurried up the steps; but she stood at the top with her superb figure outlined against the lights of the hall, looking back into the street.

“Is the poor gentleman much hurt?” she asked.

“He is dead,” cried several voices.

“No, no, there's life in him!” shouted another. “But he'll be gone before you can get him to hospital.”

“He's a brave fellow,” said a woman. “They would have had the lady's purse and watch if it hadn't been for him. They were a gang, and a rough one, too. Ah, he's breathing now.”

“He can't lie in the street. May we bring him in, marm?”

“Surely. Bring him into the sitting-room. There is a comfortable sofa. This way, please!”

Slowly and solemnly he was borne into Briony Lodge and laid out in the principal room, while I still observed the proceedings from my post by the window. The lamps had been lit, but the blinds had not been drawn, so that I could see Holmes as he lay upon the couch. I do not know whether he was seized with compunction at that moment for the part he was playing, but I know that I never felt more heartily ashamed of myself in my life than when I saw the beautiful creature against whom I was conspiring, or the grace and kindliness with which she waited upon the injured man. And yet it would be the blackest treachery to Holmes to draw back now from the part which he had intrusted to me. I hardened my heart, and took the smoke-rocket from under my ulster. After all, I thought, we are not injuring her. We are but preventing her from injuring another.

Holmes had sat up upon the couch, and I saw him motion like a man who is in need of air. A maid rushed across and threw open the window. At the same instant I saw him raise his hand and at the signal I tossed my rocket into the room with a cry of “Fire!” The word was no sooner out of my mouth than the whole crowd of spectators, well dressed and ill—gentlemen, ostlers, and servant-maids—joined in a general shriek of “Fire!” Thick clouds of smoke curled through the room and out at the open window. I caught a glimpse of rushing figures, and a moment later the voice of Holmes from within assuring them that it was a false alarm. Slipping through the shouting crowd I made my way to the corner of the street, and in ten minutes was rejoiced to find my friend's arm in mine, and to get away from the scene of uproar. He walked swiftly and in silence for some few minutes until we had turned down one of the quiet streets which lead towards the Edgeware Road.

“You did it very nicely, Doctor,” he remarked. “Nothing could have been better. It is all right.”

“You have the photograph?”

“I know where it is.”

“And how did you find out?”

“She showed me, as I told you she would.”

“I am still in the dark.”

“I do not wish to make a mystery,” said he, laughing. “The matter was perfectly simple. You, of course, saw that everyone in the street was an accomplice. They were all engaged for the evening.”

“I guessed as much.”

“Then, when the row broke out, I had a little moist red paint in the palm of my hand. I rushed forward, fell down, clapped my hand to my face, and became a piteous spectacle. It is an old trick.”

“That also I could fathom.”

“Then they carried me in. She was bound to have me in. What else could she do? And into her sitting-room, which was the very room which I suspected. It lay between that and her bedroom, and I was determined to see which. They laid me on a couch, I motioned for air, they were compelled to open the window, and you had your chance.”

“How did that help you?”

“It was all-important. When a woman thinks that her house is on fire, her instinct is at once to rush to the thing which she values most. It is a perfectly overpowering impulse, and I have more than once taken advantage of it. In the case of the Darlington substitution scandal it was of use to me, and also in the Arnsworth Castle business. 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 alarm of fire was admirably done. The smoke and shouting were enough to shake nerves of steel. She responded beautifully. 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. A little over-precipitance may ruin all.”

“And now?” I asked.

“Our quest is practically finished. I shall call with the King to-morrow, and with you, if you care to come with us. We will be shown into the sitting-room to wait for the lady, but it is probable that when she comes she may find neither us nor the photograph. It might be a satisfaction to his Majesty to regain it with his own hands.”

“And when will you call?”

“At eight in the morning. She will not be up, so that we shall have a clear field. Besides, we must be prompt, for this marriage may mean a complete change in her life and habits. I must wire to the King without delay.”

We had reached Baker Street and had stopped at the door. He was searching his pockets for the key when someone passing said:

“Good-night, Mister Sherlock Holmes.”

There were several people on the pavement at the time, but the greeting appeared to come from a slim youth in an ulster who had hurried by.

“I've heard that voice before,” said Holmes, staring down the dimly lit street. “Now, I wonder who the deuce that could have been.”

第二章

三点钟整，我到了贝克街，福尔摩斯尚未回来。据女房东说，他是在早晨刚过八点的时候出去的。尽避如此，我在壁炉旁坐下，打算不管他去多久都要等待，因为我已经对他的调查深感兴趣。虽然这案子缺乏我记录过的那两件罪案所具有的那种残忍和不可思议的特征，可是，这案子的一性一质及其委托人的高贵地位，却使它具有其本身应有的特色。的确，除了我的朋友正在进行调查的案子的一性一质外，他那种巧妙地掌握情况和敏锐而又透彻地推理的工作方式，以及那种解决最难解决的奥秘的迅速而一精一细的方法，很值得我去研究和学一习一，并且从中得到很大乐趣。他一贯取胜，这在我已是司空见惯。所以，在我的脑海里从未产生过他也有可能失败的想法。

四点钟左右，屋门开了，走进来一个醉醺醺的马夫。他样子邋邋遢遢，留着络腮一胡一须，面红耳赤，衣衫破烂不堪。尽避我对我朋友的化装术的惊人技巧已经一习一以为常了，我还是要再三审视才敢肯定真的是他。他向我点头招呼一下就进了卧室。不消五分钟，他就和往常一样身穿花呢衣服，风度高雅地出现在我面前。他把手插在衣袋里，在壁炉前舒展开双一腿，尽情地笑了一阵子。

“噢，真的吗？"他喊道，忽然呛住了喉咙，接着又笑了起来，直到笑得软弱无力地躺在椅子上。

“这是怎么回事？”

“简直太有趣了。我敢说你怎么也猜不出我上午在忙什么，或者忙的结果是什么。”

“我想象不出来。也许你一直在注意观察艾琳-艾德勒小一姐的生活一习一惯，也许还观察了她的房子。”

“一点不错，但是结局却相当不平常。不过我愿意把情况告诉你。我今天早晨八点稍过一点离开这里，扮成一个失业的马夫。在那些马夫中间存在着一种美好的互相同情、意气相投的感情。如果你成为他们之中的一员，你就可以知道你要想知道的一切。我很快就找到了布里翁尼府第。那是一幢小巧雅致的别墅，后面有个花园。这是一幢两层楼房，面对着马路建造的。门上挂着洽伯锁。右边是宽敞的起居室，内部装饰华丽，窗户之长几乎到达地面，然而那些可笑的英国窗闩连小孩都能打开。除了从马车房的房顶可以够得着过道的窗户以外，就没有什么值得注意的了。我围绕别墅巡行了一遍，从各个角度仔细侦察，但并未发现任何令人感兴趣之处。

“接着我顺着街道漫步，果然不出所料，我发现在靠着花园墙的小巷里，有一排马房。我帮助那些马夫梳洗马匹。他们酬劳我两个便士、一杯混合酒、两烟斗装得满满的板烟丝，①并且提供了许多我想知道的有关艾德勒小一姐的情况。除她之外，他们还告诉我住在附近的其他六、起个人的情况，我对这些人丝毫不感兴趣，但是又不得不听下去。”

①黑啤酒和烈啤酒或新陈两种啤酒各半的混合物——译者注

“艾琳-艾德勒的情况如何？"我问道。

“噢，她使那一带所有的男人都拜倒在她的石榴裙下。她是世界上最俏一丽的佳人了。在塞彭泰恩大街马房，人人都是这么说的。她过着宁静的生活，在音乐会上演唱。每天五点钟出去，七点钟回家吃晚餐。她除了演唱外，其余时间则深居简出。她只与一个男人一交一往，而且过从甚密。他肤色黝一黑，体态英俊，很有朝气。他每天至少来看她一回，经常是两回。他是住在坦普尔的戈弗雷-诺顿先生。你懂一个作为心腹车夫的好处吗？这些马车夫为他赶车不下十几次，从塞彭泰恩大街马房送他回家，对他的事无不知晓。我听完了他们所谈的一切之后，便开始再一次在布里翁尼府第附近漫步徘徊，思考我的行动方案。

“这个戈弗雷-诺顿显然是这件事的关键一性一人物。他是一位律师。这听起来不大妙。他们两人之间是什么关系呢？他不断地来看她有什么目的？她是他的委托人，他的朋友，或者是他的情一妇？如果是他的委托人，她大概已经把照片一交一给他保存了。如果是他的情一妇，那就不大会那么做。这个问题的答案将决定我应当继续对布里翁尼府第的调查工作呢，还是把我的注意力转到那位先生在坦普尔的住宅方面。这是必须加以小心从事的要点所在，这就扩大了我调查的范围。我担心这些琐琐碎碎的细节会使你感觉厌烦，但是我必须让你看到我的一点困难，如果你要想了解情况的话。”

“我正在仔细地倾听呢，"我回答道。

“我心里正在权衡着利害得失的时候，忽地瞧见一辆双轮马车赶到布里翁尼府第门前，由车里跳出一位绅士。他是一位非常漂亮的男人，黑黑的，鹰钩鼻子，留着小一胡一子——显然就是我听说的那个人。他仿佛十万火急似的样子，大声吆喝要车夫等着他。他从替他开门的女仆面前擦身而过，显示出毫无拘束的神态。

“他在屋子里逗留了大约半个小时。我透过起居室的窗户可以隐隐约约地看见他踱来踱去，挥舞双臂兴奋地谈着。至于她，我什么也没看到。他随即走了出来，好象比刚才更加急忙的样子。他在登上马车时，从口袋里掏出一块金表，热切地看了看喊道，‘拚命快赶，先到摄政街格罗斯-汉基旅馆，然后到埃破丰尔路圣莫尼卡教堂。你要是能在二十分钟之内赶到，我就赏给你半个畿尼。'

“他们一下子就走了。我正在犹豫不决是否应该紧紧尾随的当儿，忽地从小巷里来了一辆小巧雅致的四轮马车。那马车夫的上衣的扣子只有一半是扣上的，领带歪在耳边，马起挽具上所有金属箍头却都由带扣中突出来。车还没停稳，她就由大门飞奔出来一头钻进车厢。在这霎那间，我只瞥了她一眼，但已可看出她是个可一爱一的女人，容貌之标致足令男人倾倒。

“'约翰，去圣莫尼卡教堂，'她喊道，‘要是你能在二十分钟之内赶到那里的话，我就赏给你半镑金币。'

“华生，这是不可错过的好机会。我正权衡是应当赶上去呢，还是应当攀在车后时，恰好一辆出租马车从这街上经过。赶车人对那菲薄的车费瞧了又瞧。但我在他可能表示不干之前就跳进车里。'圣莫尼卡教堂，'我说，‘给你半镑金币，要是你在二十分钟之内赶到那里的话。'那时是十一点三十五分，将要发生什么事情，那当然是很清楚的。

“我的马车夫赶得飞快。我觉得我从未赶得这么快过，但那两辆马车已经比我们先行到达。在我赶到的时候，那辆出租马车和那辆四轮马车早已停在门前了，两骑马正气喘吁吁冒着热气。我付了车钱，急忙走进教堂。在那里除了我所追踪的两个人和一个身穿白色法衣、好象正在劝告他们什么似的牧师外，别无他人。他们三个人围在一起站在圣坛前。我就象偶尔一浪一荡到教堂里来的其他游手好闲的人一样，信步顺着两旁的通道往前走。使我感到惊异的是，忽然间在圣坛前的这三个人的脸都转过来朝着我。戈弗雷-诺顿拚命向我跑来。

“谢天谢地！'他喊道，‘有了你就行了。来！来！'

“这是怎么回事？'我问道。

“来，老兄，来，只要三分钟就够了，要不然就不合法了。'

“我是被半拖半拉上圣坛的。在我还没弄清楚我站在什么地方以前，我发觉我自己正喃喃地对我耳边低低的话语作出答复，为我一无所知的事作证。总的来说是帮助把未婚女子艾琳-艾德勒和单身汉戈弗雷-诺顿紧密地结合在一起。这一切是在很短的时间内完成的。接着男一方在我这一边对我表示感谢，女方在我那一边对我表示感谢，而牧师则在我对面向我微笑。这是我有生以来从未碰到过的最荒谬绝伦的场面。刚才我一想到这件事就禁不住大笑起来了。看来他们的结婚证明有点不够合法，牧师在没有某些证人的情况下，断然拒绝给他们证婚，幸而有我出现使得新郎不至于必须跑到大街上去找一位傧相。新一娘一赏给我一镑金币。我打算把它拴在表链上戴着，以纪念这次的际遇。”

“这真是一件完全出乎意料的事，"我说道，“后来又怎样呢？”

“咳，我觉得我的计划受到严重的威胁。看来这一对有可能立刻离开这里，因此我必须采取迅速而有力的措施。他们在教堂门口分手。他坐车回坦普尔，而她则回到她自己的住处。'我还象平常一样，五点钟坐车到公园去，'她辞别他时说道，我就听到这些。他们各自乘车驶向不同的方向，我也离开了那里去为自己作些安排。”

“是什么安排？”

“一些卤牛肉和一杯啤酒，"他揿了一下电铃答道，“我一直忙得不可开一交一，没工夫想到吃东西，今晚我很可能还要更忙些。顺便说一句，大夫，我将需要你的合作。”

“我很乐意。”

“你不怕犯法吗？”

“一点也不。”

“也不怕万一被捕吗？”

“为了一个高尚的目标，我不怕。”

“噢，这目标是再高尚不过了。”

“那么，我就是你所需要的人了。”

“我原先就肯定我是可以依仗你的。”

“可是你打算怎么办呢？”

“特纳太太一端来盘子，我就向你说明。现在，"他饥肠辘辘地转向女房东拿来的简单食品，说道，“我不得不边吃边谈这件事，因为我的时间所剩无几。现在快五点钟了。我们必须在两个钟头内赶到行动地点。艾琳小一姐，不，是夫人，将在起点钟驱车归来。我们必须在布里翁尼府第与她相遇。”

“然后怎么样？”

“这以后的事一定要让我来办。我对将要发生的事情已有所安排。现在只有一点我必须坚持的，那就是，不管发生什么情况，你都一定不要干预。你懂吗？”

“难道我什么事也不管吗？”

“什么事都别管。也许会有些小小的不愉快事件。你可不要介入。在我被送进屋子时，这种不愉快的事就会结束的。四、五分钟以后，起居室的窗户将会打开。你要在紧挨着打开窗户的地方守候着。”

“是。”

“你一定要盯着我，我总是会让你看得见的。”

“是。”

“我一举手——就象这样——你就把我让你扔的东西扔进屋子里去，同时，提高嗓门喊'着火了'。你完全听清楚我的话了吗？”

“完全懂了。”

“那没有什么大不了的事，"他从口袋里掏出一只长长的象雪茄烟模样的卷筒说道，“这是一只管子工用的普通烟火筒，两头都有盖子，可以自燃。你的任务就是专管这东西。当你高喊着火的时候，一定有许多人赶来救火。这样你就可以走到街的那一头去。我在十分钟之内和你重新会合。我希望你已经明白我所说的话了，是吗？”

“我应该保持不介入的状态；靠近窗户；盯着你；一看到信号，就把这东西扔进去；然后喊着火了；并且到街的拐角那里去等你。”

“完全正确。”

“那你就瞧我的吧。”

“这太好了。我想，也许快到我为扮演新角色作准备的时候了。”

他隐没到卧室里去。过了几分钟再出来时已装扮成一个和蔼可亲而单纯朴素的新教牧师。他那顶宽大的黑帽、宽松下垂的裤子、白色的领带、富于同情心的微笑以及那种凝视的、仁慈的、好破的神态，只有约翰-里尔先生堪与比拟。福尔①摩斯不仅仅是换了装束，连他的表情、他的态度、甚至他的灵魂似乎都随着他所装扮的新角色而起了变化。当他成为一位研究罪行的专家的时候，舞台上就少了一位出色的演员，甚至会使科学界少了一位敏锐的推理家。

我们离开贝克街的时候是六点一刻。我们提前十分钟到达塞彭泰恩大街。时已黄昏，我们在布里翁尼府第外面踱来踱去等屋主回来时，正好亮灯了。这所房子正如我根据福尔摩斯的简单描述所想象的那样。但是地点不象我预期的那么平静，恰恰相反，对于附近地区都很安静的一条小街来说，它十分热闹。街头拐角有一群穿得破破烂烂、一抽一着烟、说说笑笑的人，一个带着脚踏磨轮的磨剪子的人，两个正在同保姆调一情的警卫，以及几个衣着体面、嘴里叼着雪茄烟、吊儿郎当的年轻人。"你看，"当我们在房子前面踱来踱去的时候，福尔摩斯说道，“他们结了婚倒使事情简单化了。那张照片现在变成双刃武器了。很可能她之怕它被戈弗雷-诺顿看见，犹如我们的委托人之怕它出现在公主跟前一样。眼前的问题是，我们到哪里去找那张照片？”

①十九世纪中叶到本世纪初英国著名喜剧演员——译者注

“真的，到哪儿去找呀？”

“她随身带着它的可能一性一是最小的。因为那是张六英寸照片，要在一件女人的衣服里轻易地藏起来，未免嫌太大了些。而且她知道国王是会拦劫和搜查她的。这类的尝试已经发生过两次了。因此，我们可以推断她是不会随身带着它的。”

“那么，在哪儿呢？”

“在她的银行家或者律师的手里。是有这两种可能一性一的。但是我却觉得哪一种可能一性一都不现实。女人天生就好保密，她们喜欢采取她们自己的隐藏东西的方法。她为什么要把照AE-f3一交一给别人呢？她对自己的监护能力是信得过的。可是一个办理实务的人可能会受到什么样间接的或政治的影响，那她就说不上来了。此外，你可别忘了她是决意要在几天之内利用这张照片的。因此一定在她随手可以拿到的地方，一定在她自己的屋子里。”

“但是屋子已经两次被盗了。”

“哼！他们不知道怎么去找。”

“可你又怎么个找法？”

“我根本不找。”

“那又怎么办？”

“我要使她把照漂亮给我看。”

“那她是不会干的。”

“她不能不干。我听见车轮声了。那是她坐的马车。现在要严格按照我的命令行一事。”

他说话时，马车两侧车灯发出的闪烁灯光顺着弯曲的街道绕过来。那是一辆漂亮的四轮小马车咯哒咯哒地驶到布里翁尼府第门前。马车刚一停下，一个流一浪一汉从角落里冲上前去开车门，希望赚个铜子，但是却被抱着同样想法窜在前头的另一个流一浪一汉挤开。于是爆发了一场激烈的争吵，两个警卫站在一个流一浪一汉一边，而磨剪刀的则同样起劲地站在另一个流一浪一汉一边。这样争吵得就更厉害了。接着不知是谁先动手开打，这时这位夫人刚好下车，立刻就被卷进纠缠在一起的人群中间。这些人满面通红，扭在一起拳打棒击，野蛮地互相殴斗。福尔摩斯猛地冲入人群去保卫夫人。但是，刚到她的身边，就大喊一声，倒卧于地，脸上鲜血直流。众人见他倒地，两个警卫朝一个方向拔脚溜走，那些流一浪一汉朝另一个方向逃之夭夭。此时，有些衣着比较整齐、只看热闹而没有参加殴斗的人挤了进来，为夫人解围和照顾这位受伤的先生。艾琳-艾德勒——我还愿意这么称呼她——急忙跑上台阶。但是她在最高一层台阶站住了，门厅里的灯光勾划出了她的极起优美的身材的轮廓。她回头朝街道问道：

“那位可怜的先生伤得厉害吗？”

“他已经死啦，"几个声音一起喊道。

“不，不，还活着呢，"另一声音高叫着，“但是等不到你们把他送进医院，他就会死去的。”

“他是个勇敢的人，"一个女人说道，“要不是他的话，那些流一浪一汉早就把夫人的钱包和表抢走了。他们是一帮，而且是一帮粗一暴的家伙。啊，他现在能呼吸了。”

“不能让他躺在街上。我们可以把他抬进屋子里去吗，夫人？”

“当然可以。把他抬到起居室里去。那儿有一张舒服的沙发。请到这边来吧。"大家缓慢而庄严地把他抬进布里翁尼府第，安置在正房里。这时我由站在靠近窗口的地方一直在看着整个事情的经过。灯都点燃了。可是窗帘没有拉上，所以我可以看到福尔摩斯是怎样被安放在长沙发上的。当时他对他扮演的角色是否感到有些内疚我不知道，但是我却知道，我自己有生以来从未比看见我所密谋反对的美人或者看到她服侍伤者的那种一温一雅和亲切的仪态更感到由衷的羞愧了。可是现在对福尔摩斯委托我扮演的角色半途甩手不干了，未免是一种对他最卑鄙的背叛。我硬下心肠，从我的长外套里取出烟火筒。我想，我们毕竟不是伤害这美人，我们不过是不让她伤害别人罢了。

福尔摩斯靠在那张长沙发上。我看到他的动作很象一个需要空气的那种人的样子。一个女仆匆忙走过去把窗户猛地推开。就在那一霎那我看到他举起手来。根据这个信号，我把烟火筒扔进屋里去，高声喊道：“着火啦！"我的喊声刚落，全部看热闹的人，穿得体面的和穿得不那么体面的人，绅士、马夫和女仆们，也齐声尖一叫起来：“着火啦！"浓烟滚滚，缭绕全室，并且从打开的窗户冒了出去。我瞥见争先恐后匆匆跑动的人影。稍过片刻，我还听到从房里传出福尔摩斯要大家放心那是一场虚惊的喊声。我急速穿过惊呼的人群，跑到街道的拐角。不到十分钟的时间，我高兴地发现了我的朋友，他-e着我的胳膊逃离喧嚣一騷一动的现场。在我们转到埃破韦尔路的一条安静街道以前，他有几分钟都默默地急速向前走着。

“医生，你干得真漂亮，”他说道，“不可能比这更漂亮了。一切顺利。”

“你弄到那张照片了吗？”

“我知道在哪儿了。”

“你是怎样发现的？”

“这正如我和你说过的那样，是她把照漂亮给我看的。”

“我还不大明白。”

“我不愿意把这个说得很神秘，”他说着笑了起来，“这件事很简单。你当然看得出来在街上的每一个人都是和咱们一伙的。他们今天晚上统统是雇来的。”

“我也猜到了是这么回事。”

“当两边争吵起来的时候，我手掌里有一小块湿的红颜料。我冲上前去，跌倒在地，把手赶紧捂在脸上，这就成为一个令人可怜的样子。这是一套老花招了。”

“这个我也揣摩出来了。”

“然后他们把我抬进去。她不得不把我弄进去。不这么办她又能怎么办？她把我放在起居室里，这正是我预料的那间屋子。那么照片就藏在这间屋子和她的卧室之间，我决定要看看到底是在哪间屋子里。他们把我放在长沙发上，我作出需要空气的动作，他们只好打开窗户，这样你的机会就来了。”

“这对你有什么帮助呢？”

“这太重要了。当一个女人一想到她的房子着火时，她就会本能地立刻抢救她最珍贵的东西。这种完全不可抗拒的冲动，我已经不止一次地利用过了。在达林顿顶替丑闻一案中，我利用了它，在阿恩沃思城堡案中也是如此。结了婚的女人赶紧抱起她的婴孩；没结过婚的女人首先把手伸向珠宝盒。现在我已经清楚，在这房子的东西里，对于我们当前这位夫人来说，没有比我们去追寻的那件东西更为宝贵的了。她一定会冲上前去把它抢到身边。着火的警报放得很出色。喷一出的烟雾和惊呼声足以震动钢铁般的神经。她的反应妙极了。那张照片收藏在壁龛里，这个壁龛恰好位于右边铃的拉索上面的那块能挪动的嵌板后面。她在那地方只呆了片刻的时间。当她把那张照片一抽一出一半的时候，我一眼看到了它。当我高喊那是一场虚惊时，她又把它放回去了。她看了一下烟火筒，就奔出了屋子，此后我就没再看到她了。我站了起来，找个借口偷偷溜出那所房子。我曾犹豫是否应该试着把那张照骑马上弄到手，但是马车夫进来了。他注意地盯着我，因此要等待时机，这样似乎安全些。否则，只要有一点过分鲁莽，就会把整个事情搞糟。”

“现在怎么办？"我问道。

“我们的调查实际上已经完成了。明天我将同国王一块去拜访她。如果你愿意跟我们一起去的话，那你也去。有人会把我们引进起居室里候见那夫人；但是恐怕她出来会客时，她既找不到我们，也找不到那照片了。陛下能够亲手重新得到那张照片，一定是会非常满意的。”

“那么你们什么时候去拜访她呢？”

“早晨八点钟。趁她还没起一床一的时候，我们就可以放手干。此外，我们必须立即行动起来，因为结婚以后她的生活一习一惯可能完全变了。我必须立即给国王打个电报。”

这时我们已经走到贝克街，在门口停了下来。正在他从口袋里掏钥匙的时候，有人路过这里，并打了个招呼：

“晚安，福尔摩斯先生。”

这时在人行道上有好几个人。可是这句问候话好象是一个个子细长、身穿长外套的年轻人匆匆走过时说的。

“我以前听见过那声音，"福尔摩斯惊讶地凝视着昏暗的街道说，“可是我不知道和我打招呼的到底是谁。”