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“Oh, indeed! Then you think that the Serpentine plays no part in the matter?”

 

“The band! the speckled band!” whispered Holmes.

 

XI.THE ADVENTURE OF THE BERYL CORONET “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.”

 

“No, his friend. He wished us to leave him alone. He is round in the stable lane now.”

 

“Farintosh,” said he. “Ah yes, I recall the case; it was concerned with an opal tiara. I think it was before your time, Watson. I can only say, madam, that I shall be happy to devote the same care to your case as I did to that of your friend. As to reward, my profession is its own reward; but you are at liberty to defray whatever expenses I may be put to, at the time which suits you best. And now I beg that you will lay before us everything that may help us in forming an opinion upon the matter.”

 

“Naturally, the coachman’s first thought, on finding that he could do nothing for his master, was to open the door. But here an unexpected and singular difficulty presented itself. The key was not in the inner side of the door, nor could he find it anywhere in the room. He went out again, therefore, through the window, and having obtained the help of a policeman and of a medical man, he returned. The lady, against whom naturally the strongest suspicion rested, was removed to her room, still in a state of insensibility. The Colonel’s body was then placed upon the sofa, and a careful examination made of the scene of the tragedy.

 

“‘Well,’ said she, ‘I want a hundred pounds.’

 

“I shall be happy to give you any information in my power.”

 

“Because she had the money there with which to pay off the brokers.”

 

“The Diogenes Club is the queerest club in London, and Mycroft one of the queerest men. He’s always there from quarter to five to twenty to eight. It’s six now, so if you care for a stroll this beautiful evening I shall be very happy to introduce you to two curiosities.”

 

“Well, when I came to examine the box I found there was no money in it, and nothing but papers that I would not dare to sell. I had lost my hold on Black Peter and was stranded in London without a shilling. There was only my trade left. I saw these advertisements about harpooners, and high wages, so I went to the shipping agents, and they sent me here. That’s all I know, and I say again that if I killed Black Peter, the law should give me thanks, for I saved them the price of a hempen rope.”

 

“What can he want?” I ejaculated, as a man stepped out of it.

 

Holmes had been examining the cover of the notebook with his magnifying lens.

 

“How can we return it?” Holmes muttered. “Quick, quick, we must think of some way! Where is the despatch-box?”

 

“Well,” said he, curtly, “you are nearly half an hour late.”

 

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