all this, you made me reveal what you wanted to know. Even after I became

suspicious, I found it hard to think evil of such a dear, kind old clergyman.

But, you know, I have been trained as an actress myself. Male costume is

nothing new to me. I often take advantage of the freedom which it gives. I sent

John, the coachman, to watch you, ran upstairs, got into my walking clothes, as

I call them, and came down just as you departed.

    “Well, I followed you to your door, and so made sure that I was really an

object of interest to the celebrated Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Then I, rather

imprudently, wished you good-night, and started for the Temple to see my

husband.

    “We both thought the best resource was flight, when pursued by

so formidable an antagonist; so you will find the nest empty when you call

to-morrow. As to the photograph, your client may rest in peace. I love and am

loved by a better man than he. The King may do what he will without hindrance

from one whom he has cruelly wronged. I keep it only to safeguard myself, and

to preserve a weapon which will always secure me from any steps which he might

take in the future. I leave a photograph which he might care to possess; and I

remain, dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes,


“Very truly yours,

“IRENE NORTON, née ADLER.”


“What a woman—oh, what a woman!” cried the King of Bohemia,

when we had all three read this epistle. “Did I not tell you how quick

and resolute she was? Would she not have made an admirable queen? Is it not a

pity that she was not on my level?”


“From what I have seen of the lady, she seems, indeed, to be on a very

different level to your Majesty,” said Holmes coldly. “I am sorry

that I have not been able to bring your Majesty’s business to a more

successful conclusion.”


“On the contrary, my dear sir,” cried the King; “nothing

could be more successful. I know that her word is inviolate. The photograph is

now as safe as if it were in the fire.”