[In publishing these short sketches based upon the numerous cases in
which my companion's singular gifts have made us the listeners to, and
eventually the actors in, some strange drama, it is only natural that I
should dwell rather upon his successes than upon his failures. And this
not so much for the sake of his reputation -- for, indeed, it was when he
was at his wit's end that his energy and his versatility were most
admirable -- but because where he failed it happened too often that no one
else succeeded. and that the tale was left forever without a conclusion.
Now and again, however. it chanced that even when he erred the truth was
still discovered. I have notes of some half-dozen cases of the kind, the
adventure of the Musgrave Ritual and that which I am about to recount are
the two which present the strongest features of interest.]
Sherlock Holmes was a man who seldom took exercise for exercise's
sake. Few men were capable of greater muscular effort, and he was
undoubtedly one of the finest boxers of his weight that I have ever seen;
but he looked upon aimless bodily exertion as a waste of energy, and he
seldom bestirred himself save where there was some professional object to
be served. Then he was absolutely untiring and indefatigable. That he
should have kept himself in training under such circumstances is re-
markable, but his diet was usually of the sparest, and his habits were
simple to the verge of austerity. Save for the occasional use of cocaine,
he had no vices, and he only turned to the drug as a protest against the
monotony of existence when cases were scanty and the papers uninteresting.
One day in early spring he had so far relaxed as to go for a walk
with me in the Park, where the first faint shoots of green were breaking
out upon the elms, and the sticky spear-heads of the chestnuts were just
beginning to burst into their five-fold leaves. For two hours we rambled
about together, in silence for the most part, as befits two men who know
each other intimately. It was nearly five before we were back in Baker
Street once more.
"Beg pardon, sir," said our page-boy as he opened the door. "There's
been a gentleman here asking for you, sir."
Holmes glanced reproachfully at me. "So much for afternoon walks!"
said he. "Has this gentleman gone, then?"
"Didn't you ask him in?"
"Yes, sir, he came in."
"How long did he wait?"
"Half an hour, sir. He was a very restless gentleman, sir a-walkin'
and a-stampin' all the time he was here. I was waitin' outside the door,
sir, and I could hear him. At last he outs into the passage, and he cries,
'Is that man never goin' to come?' Those were his very words, sir. 'You'll
only need to wait a little longer,' says I. 'Then I'll wait in the open
air, for I feel half choked,' says he. 'I'll be back before long.' And
with that he ups and he outs, and all I could say wouldn't hold him back."
"Well, well, you did your best," said Holmes as we walked into our
room. "It's very annoying, though, Watson. I was badly in need of a case,
and this looks, from the man's impatience, as if it were of importance.
Hullo! that's not your pipe on the table. He must have left his behind
him. A nice old brier with a good long stem of what the tobacconists call
amber. I wonder how many real amber mouthpieces there are in London? Some
people think that a fly in it is a sign. Well, he must have been disturbed
in his mind to leave a pipe behind him which he evidently values highly."
"How do you know that he values it highly?" I asked.
"Well, I should put the original cost of the pipe at seven and
sixpence. Now it has, you see, been twice mended, once in the wooden stem
and once in the amber. Each of these mends, done, as you observe, with
silver bands, must have cost more than the pipe did originally. The man
must value the pipe highly when he prefers to patch it up rather than buy
a new one with the same money."
"Anything else?" I asked, for Holmes was turning the pipe about in
his hand and staring at it in his peculiar pensive way.
He held it up and tapped on it with his long, thin forefinger, as a
professor might who was lecturing on a bone.
"Pipes are occasionally of extraordinary interest," said he. "Nothing
has more individuality, save perhaps watches and bootlaces. The
indications here, however, are neither very marked nor very important. The
owner is obviously a muscular man, left-handed, with an excellent set of
teeth, careless in his habits, and with no need to practise economy."
My friend threw out the information in a very offhand way, but I saw
that he cocked his eye at me to see if I had followed his reasoning.
"You think a man must be well-to-do if he smokes a sevenshilling
pipe?" said I.
"This is Grosvenor mixture at eightpence an ounce," Holmes answered,
knocking a little out on his palm. "As he might get an excellent smoke for
half the price, he has no need to practise economy."
"And the other points?"
"He has been in the habit of lighting his pipe at lamps and gasjets.
You can see that it is quite charred all down one side. Of course a match
could not have done that. Why should a man hold a match to the side of his
pipe? But you cannot light it at a lamp without getting the bowl charred.
And it is all on the right side of the pipe. From that I gather that he is
a left-handed man. You hold your own pipe to the lamp and see how
naturally you, being right-handed, hold the left side to the flame. You
might do it once the other way, but not as a constancy. This has always
been held so. Then he has bitten through his amber. It takes a muscular,
energetic fellow. and one with a good set of teeth, to do that. But if I
am not mistaken I hear him upon the stair, so we shall have something more
interesting than his pipe to study."
An instant later our door opened, and a tall young man entered the
room. He was well but quietly dressed in a dark gray suit and carried a
brown wideawake in his hand. I should have put him at about thirty, though
he was really some years older.
"l beg your pardon," said he with some embarrassment, "I suppose I
should have knocked. Yes, of course I should have knocked. The fact is
that I am a little upset, and you must put it all down to that." He passed
his hand over his forehead like a man who is half dazed, and then fell
rather than sat down upon a chalr.
"I can see that you have not slept for a night or two," said Holmes
in his easy, genial way. "That tries a man's nerves more than work, and
more even than pleasure. May I ask how I can help you?"
"I wanted your advice, sir. I don't know what to do, and my whole
life seems to have gone to pieces."
"You wish to employ me as a consulting detective?"
"Not that only. I want your opinion as a judicious man -- as a man of
the world. I want to know what I ought to do next. I hope to God you'll be
able to tell me."
He spoke in little, sharp, jerky outbursts, and it seemed to me that
to speak at all was very painful to him, and that his will all through was
overriding his inclinations.
"It's a very delicate thing," said he. "One does not like to speak of
one's domestic affairs to strangers. It seems dreadful to discuss the
conduct of one's wife with two men whom I have never seen before. It's
horrible to have to do it. But I've got to the end of my tether, and I
must have advice."
"My dear Mr. Grant Munro --" began Holmes.
Our visitor sprang from his chair. "What!" he cried, "you know my name?"
"If you wish to preserve your incognito," said Holmes, smiling, "I
would suggest that you cease to write your name upon the lining of your
hat, or else that you turn the crown towards the person whom you are
addressing. I was about to say that my friend and I have listened to a
good many strange secrets in this room, and that we have had the good
fortune to bring peace to many troubled souls. I trust that we may do as
much for you. Might I beg you, as time may prove to be of importance, to
furnish me with the facts of your case without further delay?"
Our visitor again passed his hand over his forehead, as if he found
it bitterly hard. From every gesture and expression I could see that he
was a reserved. self-contained man, with a dash of pride in his nature.
more likely to hide his wounds than to expose them. Then suddenly. with a
fierce gesture of his closed hand, like one who throws reserve to the
winds, he began:
"The facts are these, Mr. Holmes," said he. "I am a married man and
have been so for three years. During that time my wife and I have loved
each other as fondly and lived as happily as any two that ever were
joined. We have not had a difference. not one, in thought or word or deed.
And now, since last Monday, there has suddenly sprung up a barrier between
us. and I find that there is something in her life and in her thoughts of
which I know as little as if she were the woman who brushes by me in the
street. We are estranged, and I want to know why.
"Now there is one thing that I want to impress upon you before I go
any further, Mr. Holmes. Effie loves me. Don't let there be any mistake
about that. She loves me with her whole heart and soul, and never more
than now. I know it. I feel it. I don't want to argue about that. A man
can tell easily enough when a woman loves him. But there's this secret
between us, and we can never be the same until it is cleared."
"Kindly let me have the facts, Mr. Munro," said Holmes with some
"I'll tell you what I know about Effie's history. She was a widow
when I met her first, though quite young -- only twenty-five. Her name
then was Mrs. Hebron. She went out to America when she was young and lived
in the town of Atlanta, where she married this Hebron, who was a lawyer
with a good practice. They had one child, but the yellow fever broke out
badly in the place, and both husband and child died of it. I have seen his
death certificate. This sickened her of America, and she came back to live
with a maiden aunt at Pinner, in Middlesex. I may mention that her husband
had left her comfortably off, and that she had a capital of about four
thousand five hundred pounds, which had been so well invested by him that
it returned an average of seven per cent. She had only been six months at
Pinner when I met her; we fell in love with each other. and we married a
few weeks afterwards.
"I am a hop merchant myself, and as I have an income of seven or
eight hundred, we found ourselves comfortably off and took a nice
eighty-pound-a-year villa at Norbury. Our little place was very
countrified, considering that it is so close to town. We had an inn and
two houses a little above us, and a single cottage at the other side of
the field which faces us, and except those there were no houses until you
got halfway to the station. My business took me into town at certain
seasons, but in summer I had less to do, and then in our country home my
wife and I were just as happy as could be wished. I tell you that there
never was a shadow between us until this accursed affair began.
"There's one thing I ought to tell you before I go further. When we
married, my wife made over all her property to me -- rather against my
will, for I saw how awkward it would be if my business affairs went wrong.
However. she would have it so, and it was done. Well, about six weeks ago
she came to me.
" 'Jack,' said she, 'when you took my money you said that if ever I
wanted any I was to ask you for it.'
" 'Certainly ' said I. 'It's all your own.'
" 'Well,' said she, 'I want a hundred pounds.'
"I was a bit staggered at this, for I had imagined it was simply a
new dress or something of the kind that she was after.
" 'What on earth for?' I asked.
" 'Oh,' said she in her playful way, 'you said that you were only my
banker, and bankers never ask questions, you know.'
" 'If you really mean it, of course you shall have the money,' said I.
" 'Oh, yes, I really mean it.'
" 'And you won't tell me what you want it for?'
" 'Some day, perhaps, but not just at present, Jack.'
"So I had to be content with that, though it was the first time that
there had ever been any secret between us. I gave her a check, and I never
thought any more of the matter. It may have nothing to do with what came
afterwards, but I thought it only right to mention it.
"Well, I told you just now that there is a cottage not far from our
house. There is just a field between us, but to reach it you have to go
along the road and then turn down a lane. Just beyond it is a nice little
grove of Scotch firs, and I used to be very fond of strolling down there,
for trees are always a neighbourly kind of thing. The cottage had been
standing empty this eight months, and it was a pity, for it was a pretty
two-storied place, with an old-fashioned porch and a honeysuckle about it.
I have stood many a time and thought what a neat little homestead it would make.
"Well, last Monday evening I was taking a stroll down that way when I
met an empty van coming up the lane and saw a pile of carpets and things
lying about on the grass-plot beside the porch. It was clear that the
cottage had at last been let. I walked past it, and then stopping, as an
idle man might, I ran my eye over it and wondered what sort of folk they
were who had come to live so near us. And as I looked I suddenly became
aware that a face was watching me out of one of the upper windows.
"I don't know what there was about that face, Mr. Holmes, but it
seemed to send a chill right down my back. I was some little way off, so
that I could not make out the features, but there was something unnatural
and inhuman about the face. That was the impression that I had, and I
moved quickly forward to get a nearer view of the person who was waching
me. But as I did so the face suddenly disappeared, so suddenly that it
seemed to have been plucked away into the darkness of the room. I stood
for five minutes thinking the business over and trying to analyze my
impressions. I could not tell if the face was that of a man or a woman. It
had been too far from me for that. But its colour was what had impressed
me most. It was of a livid chalky white, and with something set and rigid
about it which was shockingly unnatural. So disturbed was I that I
determined to see a little more of the new inmates of the cottage. I
approached and knocked at the door, which was instantly opened by a tall,
gaunt woman with a harsh, forbidding face.
" 'What may you be wantin'?' she asked in a Northern accent.
"I am your neighbour over yonder,' said I, nodding towards my house.
'I see that you have only just moved in, so I thought that if I could be
of any help to you in any --'
" 'Ay, We'll just ask ye when we want ye,' said she, and shut the
door in my face. Annoyed at the churlish rebuff, I turned my back and
walked home. All evening, though I tried to think of other things, my mind
would still turn to the apparition at the window and the rudeness of the
woman. I determined to say nothing about the former to my wife, for she is
a nervous, highly strung woman, and I had no wish that she should share
the unpleasant impression which had been produced upon myself. I remarked
to her, however, before I fell asleep, that the cottage was now occupied,
to which she returned no reply.
"I am usually an extremely sound sleeper. It has been a standing jest
in the family that nothing could ever wake me during the night. And yet
somehow on that particular night, whether it may have been the slight
excitement produced by my little adventure or not I know not, but I siept
much more lightly than usual. Half in my dreams I was dimly conscious that
something was going on in the room, and gradually became aware that my
wife had dressed herself and was slipping on her mantle and her bonnet. My
lips were parted to murmur out some sleepy words of surprise or
remonstrance at this untimely preparation, when suddenly my half-opened
eyes fell upon her face, illuminated by the candle-light. and astonishment
held me dumb. She wore an expression such as I had never seen before --
such as I should have thought her incapable of assuming. She was deadly
pale and breathing fast, glancing furtively towards the bed as she
fastened her mantle to see if she had disturbed me. Then thinking that I
was still asleep, she slipped noiselessly from the room, and an instant
later I heard a sharp creaking which could only come from the hinges of
the front door. I sat up in bed and rapped my knuckles against the rail to
make certain that I was truly awake. Then I took my watch from under the
pillow. It was three in the morning. What on this earth could my wife be
doing out on the country road at three in the morning?
"I had sat for about twenty minutes turning the thing over in my mind
and trying to find some possible explanation. The more I thought, the more
extraordinary and inexplicable did it appear. I was still puzzling over it
when I heard the door gently close again, and her footsteps coming up the
" 'Where in the world have you been, Effie?' I asked as she entered.
"She gave a violent start and a kind of gasping cry when I spoke, and
that cry and start troubled me more than all the rest, for there was
something indescribably guilty about them. My wife had always been a woman
of a frank, open nature, and it gave me a chill to see her slinking into
her own room and crying out and wincing when her own husband spoke to her.
" 'You awake, Jack!' she cried with a nervous laugh. 'Why, I thought
that nothing could awake you.'
" 'Where have you been?' I asked, more sternly.
" 'I don't wonder that you are surprised,' said she, and I could see
that her fingers were trembling as she undid the fastenings of her mantle.
'Why, I never remember having done such a thing in my life before. The
fact is that I felt as though I were choking and had a perfect longing for
a breath of fresh air. I really think that I should have fainted if I had
not gone out. I stood at the door for a few minutes, and now I am quite
"All the time that she was telling me this story she never once
looked in my direction, and her voice was quite unlike her usual tones. It
was evident to me that she was saying what was false. I said nothing in
reply, but turned my face to the wall, sick at heart, with my mind filled
with a thousand venomous doubts and suspicions. What was it that my wife
was concealing from me? Where had she been during that strange expedition?
I felt that I should have no peace until I knew, and yet I shrank from
asking her again after once she had told me what was false. All the rest
of the night I tossed and tumbled, framing theory after theory, each more
unlikely than the last.
"I should have gone to the City that day, but I was too disturbed in
my mind to be able to pay attention to business matters. My wife seemed to
be as upset as myself, and I could see from the little questioning glances
which she kept shooting at me that she understood that I disbelieved her
statement, and that she was at her wit's end what to do. We hardly
exchanged a word during breakfast, and immediately afterwards I went out
for a walk that I might think the matter out in the fresh morning air.
"I went as far as the Crystal Palace, spent an hour in the grounds,
and was back in Norbury by one o'clock. It happened that my way took me
past the cottage, and I stopped for an instant to look at the windows and
to see if I could catch a glimpse of the strange face which had looked out
at me on the day before. As I stood there, imagine my surprise, Mr.
Holmes, when the door suddenly opened and my wife walked out.
"I was struck dumb with astonishment at the sight of her, but my
emotions were nothing to those which showed themselves upon her face when
our eyes met. She seemed for an instant to wish to shrink back inside the
house again; and then, seeing how useless all concealment must be, she
came forward, with a very white face and frightened eyes which belied the
smile upon her lips.
" 'Ah, Jack,' she said, 'I have just been in to see if I can be of
any assistance to our new neighbours. Why do you look at me like that,
Jack? You are not angry with me?'
" 'So,' said I, 'this is where you went during the night.'
" 'What do you mean?' she cried.
" 'You came here. I am sure of it. Who are these people that you
should visit them at such an hour?'
" 'I have not been here before.'
" 'How can you tell me what you know is false?' I cried. 'Your very
voice changes as you speak. When have I ever had a secret from you? I
shall enter that cottage, and I shall probe the matter to the bottom.'
" 'No, no, Jack, for God's sake!' she gasped in uncontrollable
emotion. Then, as I approached the door, she seized my sleeve and pulled
me back with convulsive strength.
" 'I implore you not to do this, Jack,' she cried. 'I swear that I
will tell you everything some day, but nothing but misery can come of it
if you enter that cottage.' Then, as I tried to shake her off, she clung
to me in a frenzy of entreaty.
" 'Trust me, Jack!' she cried. 'Trust me only this once. You will
never have cause to regret it. You know that I would not have a secret
from you if it were not for your own sake. Our whole lives are at stake in
this. If you come home with me all will be well. If you force your way
into that cottage all is over between us.'
"There was such earnestness, such despair, in her manner that her
words arrested me, and I stood irresolute before the door.
" 'I will trust you on one condition, and on one condition only,'
said I at last. 'It is that this mystery comes to an end from now. You are
at liberty to preserve your secret, but you must promise me that there
shall be no more nightly visits, no more doings which are kept from my
knowledge. I am willing to forget those which are past if you will promise
that there shall be no more in the future.'
" 'I was sure that you would trust me,' she cried with a great sigh
of relief. 'It shall be just as you wish. Come away -- oh, come away up to
"Still pulling at my sleeve, she led me away from the cottage. As we
went I glanced back, and there was that yellow livid face watching us out
of the upper window. What link could there be between that creature and my
wife? Or how could the coarse, rough woman whom I had seen the day before
be connected with her? It was a strange puzzle, and yet I knew that my
mind could never know ease again until I had solved it.
"For two days after this I stayed at home, and my wife appeared to
abide loyally by our engagement, for, as far as I know, she never stirred
out of the house. On the third day however, I had ample evidence that her
solemn promise was not enough to hold her back from this secret influence
which drew her away from her husband and her duty.
"I had gone into town on that day, but I returned by the 2:40 instead
of the 3:36, which is my usual train. As I entered the house the maid ran
into the hall with a startled face.
" 'Where is your mistress?' I asked.
" 'I think that she has gone out for a walk,' she answered.
"My mind was instantly filled with suspicion. I rushed upstairs to
make sure that she was not in the house. As I did so I happened to glance
out of one of the upper windows and saw the maid with whom I had just been
speaking running across the field in the direction of the cottage. Then of
course I saw exactly what it all meant. My wife had gone over there and
had asked the servant to call her if I should return. Tingling with anger,
I rushed down and hurried across, determined to end the matter once and
forever. I saw my wife and the maid hurrying back along the lane, but I
did not stop to speak with them. In the cottage lay the secret which was
casting a shadow over my life. I vowed that, come what might, it should be
a secret no longer. I did not even knock when I reached it, but turned the
handle and rushed into the passage.
"It was all still and quiet upon the ground floor. In the kitchen a
kettle was singing on the fire, and a large black cat lay coiled up in the
basket; but there was no sign of the woman whom I had seen before. I ran
into the other room, but it was equally deserted. Then I rushed up the
stairs only to find two other rooms empty and deserted at the top. There
was no one at all in the whole house. The furniture and pictures were of
the most common and vulgar description, save in the one chamber at the
window of which I had seen the strange face. That was comfortable and
elegant, and all my suspicions rose into a fierce, bitter flame when I saw
that on the mantelpiece stood a copy of a full-length photograph of my
wife, which had been taken at my request only three months ago.
"I stayed long enough to make certain that the house was absolutely
empty. Then I left it, feeling a weight at my heart such as I had never
had before. My wife came out into the hall as I entered my house; but I
was too hurt and angry to speak with her, and, pushing past her, I made my
way into my study. She followed me, however, before I could close the door.
" 'I am sorry that I broke my promise, Jack,' said she, 'but if you
knew all the circumstances I am sure that you would forgive me.'
" 'Tell me everything, then,' said I.
" 'I cannot, Jack, I cannot,' she cried.
" 'Until you tell me who it is that has been living in that cottage,
and who it is to whom you have given that photograph, there can never be
any confidence between us,' said I, and breaking away from her I left the
house. That was yesterday, Mr. Holmes, and I have not seen her since, nor
do I know anything more about this strange business. It is the first
shadow that has come between us, and it has so shaken me that I do not
know what I should do for the best. Suddenly this morning it occurred to
me that you were the man to advise me, so I have hurried to you now, and I
place myself unreservedly in your hands. If there is any point which I
have not made clear, pray question me about it. But, above all, tell me
quickly what I am to do. for this misery is more than I can bear."
Holmes and I had listened with the utmost interest to this
extraordinary statement, which had been delivered in the jerky, broken
fashion of a man who is under the influence of extreme emotion. My
companion sat silent now for some time, with his chin upon his hand, lost
"Tell me," said he at last, "could you swear that this was a man's
face which you saw at the window?"
"Each time that I saw it I was some distance away from it so that it
is impossible for me to say."
"You appear, however, to have been disagreeably impressed by it."
"It seemed to be of an unusual colour and to have a strange rigidity
about the features. When I approached it vanished with a jerk."
"How long is it since your wife asked you for a hundred pounds?"
"Nearly two months."
"Have you ever seen a photograph of her first husband?"
"No, there was a great fire at Atlanta very shortly after his death,
and all her papers were destroyed."
"And yet she had a certificate of death. You say that you saw it."
"Yes, she got a duplicate after the fire."
"Did you ever meet anyone who knew her in America?"
"Did she ever talk of revisiting the place?"
"Or get letters from it?"
"Thank you. I should like to think over the matter a little now. If
the cottage is now permanently deserted we may have some difficulty. If,
on the other hand, as I fancy is more likely the inmates were warned of
your coming and left before you entered yesterday, then they may be back
now, and we should clear it all up easily. Let me advise you, then, to
return to Norbury and to examine the windows of the cottage again. If you
have reason to believe that it is inhabited, do not force your way in, but
send a wire to my friend and me. We shall be with you within an hour of
receiving it, and we shall then very soon get to the bottom of the
"And if it is still empty?"
"In that case I shall come out to-morrow and talk it over with you.
Good-bye, and, above all, do not fret until you know that you really have
a cause for it."
"I am afraid that this is a bad business, Watson," said my companion
as he returned after accompanying Mr. Grant Munro to the door. "What do
you make of it?"
"It had an ugly sound," I answered.
"Yes. There's blackmail in it, or I am much mistaken."
"And who is the blackmailer?"
"Well, it must be the creature who lives in the only comfortable room
in the place and has her photograph above his fireplace. Upon my word,
Watson, there is something very attractive about that livid face at the
window, and I would not have missed the case for worlds."
"You have a theory?"
"Yes, a provisional one. But I shall be surprised if it does not turn
out to be correct. This woman's first husband is in that cottage."
"Why do you think so?"
"How else can we explain her frenzied anxiety that her second one
should not enter it? The facts, as I read them, are something like this:
This woman was married in America. Her husband developed some hateful
qualities, or shall we say he contracted some loathsome disease and became
a leper or an imbecile? She flies from him at last, returns to England,
changes her name, and starts her life, as she thinks, afresh. She has been
married three years and believes that her position is quite secure, having
shown her husband the death certificate of some man whose name she has
assumed, when suddenly her whereabouts is discovered by her first husband,
or, we may suppose, by some unscrupulous woman who has attached herself to
the invalid. They write to the wife and threaten to come and expose her.
She asks for a hundred pounds and endeavours to buy them off. They come in
spite of it, and when the husband mentions casually to the wife that there
are newcomers in the cottage, she knows in some way that they are her
pursuers. She waits until her husband is asleep and then she rushes down
to endeavour to persuade them to leave her in peace. Having no success,
she goes again next morning, and her husband meets her, as he has told us,
as she comes out. She promises him then not to go there again, but two
days afterwards the hope of getting rid of those dreadful neighbours was
too strong for her, and she made another attempt, taking down with her the
photograph which had probably been demanded from her. In the midst of this
interview the maid rushed in to say that the master had come home, on
which the wife, knowing that he would come straight down to the cottage,
hurried the inmates out at the back door, into the grove of fir-trees,
probably, which was mentioned as standing near. In this way he found the
place deserted. I shall be very much surprised, however, if it is still so
when he reconnoitres it this evening. What do you think of my theory?"
"It is all surmise."
"But at least it covers all the facts. When new facts come to our
knowledge which cannot be covered by it, it will be time enough to
reconsider it. We can do nothing more until we have a message from our
friend at Norbury."
But we had not a very long time to wait for that. It came just as we
had finished our tea.
The cottage is still tenanted [it said]. Have seen the face
again at the window. Will meet the seven-o'clock train and
will take no steps until you arrive.
He was waiting on the platform when we stepped out, and we could see
in the light of the station lamps that he was very pale, and quivering
"They are still there, Mr. Holmes," said he, laying his hand hard
upon my friend's sleeve. "I saw lights in the cottage as I came down. We
shall settle it now once and for all."
"What is your plan, then?" asked Holmes as he walked down the dark
"I am going to force my way in and see for myself who is in the
house. I wish you both to be there as witnesses."
"You are quite determined to do this in spite of your wife's warning
that it is better that you should not solve the mystery?"
"Yes, I am deterrnined."
"Well, I think that you are in the right. Any truth is better than
indefinite doubt. We had better go up at once. Of course, legally, we are
putting ourselves hopelessly in the wrong; but I think that it is worth
It was a very dark night, and a thin rain began to fall as we turned
from the highroad into a narrow lane, deeply rutted, with hedges on either
side. Mr. Grant Munro pushed impatiently forward, however, and we stumbled
after him as best we could.
"There are the lights of my house," he murmured, pointing to a
glimmer among the trees. "And here is the cottage which I am going to
We turned a corner in the lane as he spoke, and there was the
building close beside us. A yellow bar falling across the black foreground
showed that the door was not quite closed, and one window in the upper
story was brightly illuminated. As we looked, we saw a dark blur moving
across the blind.
"There is that creature!" cried Grant Munro. "You can see for
yourselves that someone is there. Now follow me, and we shall soon know
We approached the door, but suddenly a woman appeared out of the
shadow and stood in the golden track of the lamplight. I could not see her
face in the darkness, but her arms were thrown out in an attitude of
"For God's sake, don't, Jack!" she cried. "I had a presentiment that
you would come this evening. Think better of it, dear! Trust me again, and
you will never have cause to regret it."
"I have trusted you too long, Effie," he cried sternly. "Leave go of
me! I must pass you. My friends and I are going to settle this matter once
and forever!" He pushed her to one side, and we followed closely after
him. As he threw the door open an old woman ran out in front of him and
tried to bar his passage, but he thrust her back, and an instant
afterwards we were all upon the stairs. Grant Munro rushed into the
lighted room at the top, and we entered at his heels.
It was a cosy, well-furnished apartment, with two candles burning
upon the table and two upon the mantelpiece. In the corner, stooping over
a desk, there sat what appeared to be a little girl. Her face was turned
away as we entered, but we could see that she was dressed in a red frock,
and that she had long white gloves on. As she whisked round to us, I gave
a cry of surprise and horror. The face which she turned towards us was of
the strangest livid tint, and the features were absolutely devoid of any
expression. An instant later the mystery was explained. Holmes, with a
laugh, passed his hand behind the child's ear, a mask peeled off from her
countenance, and there was a little coal-black negress, with all her white
teeth flashing in amusement at our amazed faces. I burst out laughing, out
of sympathy with her merriment; but Grant Munro stood staring, with his
hand clutching his throat.
"My God!" he cried. "What can be the meaning of this?"
"I will tell you the meaning of it," cried the lady, sweeping into
the room with a proud, set face. "You have forced me, against my own
judgment, to tell you, and now we must both make the best of it. My
husband died at Atlanta. My child survived."
She drew a large silver locket from her bosom. "You have never seen
"I understood that it did not open."
She touched a spring, and the front hinged back. There was a portrait
within of a man strikingly handsome and intelligent-looking, but bearing
unmistakable signs upon his features of his African descent.
"That is John Hebron, of Atlanta," said the lady, "and a nobler man
never walked the earth. I cut myself off from my race in order to wed him,
but never once while he lived did I for an instant regret it. It was our
misfortune that our only child took after his people rather than mine. It
is often so in such matches, and little Lucy is darker far than ever her
father was. But dark or fair, she is my own dear little girlie, and her
mother's pet." The little creature ran across at the words and nestled up
against the lady's dress. "When I left her in America," she continued, "it
was only because her health was weak, and the change might have done her
harm. She was given to the care of a faithful Scotch woman who had once
been our servant. Never for an instant did I dream of disowning her as my
child. But when chance threw you in my way, Jack, and I learned to love
you, I feared to tell you about my child. God forgive me, I feared that I
should lose you, and I had not the courage to tell you. I had to choose
between you, and in my weakness I turned away from my own little girl. For
three years I have kept her existence a secret from you, but I heard from
the nurse, and I knew that all was well with her. At last, however, there
came an overwhelming desire to see the child once more. I struggled
against it, but in vain. Though I knew the danger, I determined to have
the child over, if it were but for a few weeks. I sent a hundred pounds to
the nurse, and I gave her instructions about this cottage, so that she
might come as a neighbour, without my appearing to be in any way connected
with her. I pushed my precautions so far as to order her to keep the child
in the house during the daytime, and to cover up her little face and hands so that
even those who might see her at the window should not gossip about there
being a black child in the neighbourhood. If I had been less cautious I
might have been more wise. but I was half crazy with fear that you should
learn the truth.
It was you who told me first that the cottage was occupied. I should
have waited for the morning, but I could not sleep for excitement, and so
at last I slipped out, knowing how difficult it is to awake you. But you
saw me go, and that was the beginning of my troubles. Next day you had my
secret at your mercy, but you nobly refrained from pursuing your
advantage. Three days later, however, the nurse and child only just
escaped from the back door as you rushed in at the front one. And now
to-night you at last know all, and I ask you what is to become of us, my
child and me?" She clasped her hands and waited for an answer.
It was a long ten minutes before Grant Munro broke the silence, and
when his answer came it was one of which I love to think. He lifted the
little child, kissed her, and then, still carrying her, he held his other
hand out to his wife and turned towards the door.
"We can talk it over more comfortably at home," said he. "I am not a
very good man, Effie, but I think that I am a better one than you have
given me credit for being."
Holmes and I followed them down the lane, and my friend plucked at my
sleeve as we came out.
"I think," said he, "that we shall be of more use in London than in
Not another word did he say of the case until late that night, when
he was turning away, with his lighted candle, for his bedroom.
"Watson," said he, "if it should ever strike you that I am getting a
little overconfident in my powers, or giving less pains to a case than it
deserves, kindly whisper 'Norbury' in my ear, and I shall be infinitely
obliged to you."