against my wishes. Twice my boy has asked her to marry him, for he loves her

devotedly, 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, alas! 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 miserable 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 dishonoured

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.’