Boots which extended halfway up his calves, and which were trimmed at the tops with rich brown fur, completed the impression of barbaric opulence which was suggested by his whole appearance. He carried a broad-brimmed hat in his hand, while he wore across the upper part of his face, extending down past the cheekbones, a black vizard mask, which he had apparently adjusted that very moment, for his hand was still raised to it as he entered. From the lower part of the face he appeared to be a man of strong character, with a thick, hanging lip, and a long, straight chin suggestive of resolution pushed to the length of obstinacy.
Watson, who is occasionally good enough to help me in my cases. Whom have I the honour to address? I understand that this gentleman, your friend, is a man of honour and discretion, whom I may trust with a matter of the most extreme importance.
If not, I should much prefer to communicate with you alone. I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by the wrist and pushed me back into my chair. The Count shrugged his broad shoulders. At present it is not too much to say that it is of such weight it may have an influence upon European history. To speak plainly, the matter implicates the great House of Ormstein, hereditary kings of Bohemia.
Our visitor glanced with some apparent surprise at the languid, lounging figure of the man who had been no doubt depicted to him as the most incisive reasoner and most energetic agent in Europe. Holmes slowly reopened his eyes and looked impatiently at his gigantic client. The man sprang from his chair and paced up and down the room in uncontrollable agitation. Then, with a gesture of desperation, he tore the mask from his face and hurled it upon the ground.
Why should I attempt to conceal it? Yet the matter was so delicate that I could not confide it to an agent without putting myself in his power. I have come incognito from Prague for the purpose of consulting you.
The name is no doubt familiar to you. For many years he had adopted a system of docketing all paragraphs concerning men and things, so that it was difficult to name a subject or a person on which he could not at once furnish information.
In this case I found her biography sandwiched in between that of a Hebrew rabbi and that of a staff-commander who had written a monograph upon the deep-sea fishes. Born in New Jersey in the year La Scala, hum! Prima donna Imperial Opera of Warsaw—yes! Retired from operatic stage—ha! Living in London—quite so!
Your Majesty, as I understand, became entangled with this young person, wrote her some compromising letters, and is now desirous of getting those letters back. If this young person should produce her letters for blackmailing or other purposes, how is she to prove their authenticity?
Twice burglars in my pay ransacked her house. Once we diverted her luggage when she travelled. Twice she has been waylaid. There has been no result.
You may know the strict principles of her family. She is herself the very soul of delicacy. A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct would bring the matter to an end. And she will do it. I know that she will do it. You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men.
Rather than I should marry another woman, there are no lengths to which she would not go—none. That will be next Monday. Your Majesty will, of course, stay in London for the present? You will find me at the Langham under the name of the Count Von Kramm. Holmes took a note of it. 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. 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.
I am sure you could never guess how I employed my morning, or what I ended by doing. I suppose that you have been watching the habits, and perhaps the house, of Miss Irene Adler. I will tell you, however. 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 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.
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. 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. 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.
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.
Of her I could see nothing. Presently he emerged, looking even more flurried than before. Monica in the Edgeware Road. Half a guinea if you do it in twenty minutes! 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. 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 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. 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. 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 heard no more. They drove away in different directions, and I went off to make my own arrangements. By the way, Doctor, I shall want your co-operation. Turner has brought in the tray I will make it clear to you.
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. 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? 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. You quite follow me? 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 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. 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. 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? It is cabinet size. 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. 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 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 sidelights 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. They were a gang, and a rough one, too. 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. 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.
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. It is all right. You, of course, saw that everyone in the street was an accomplice. They were all engaged for the evening. I rushed forward, fell down, clapped my hand to my face, and became a piteous spectacle. It is an old trick. 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. 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. 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. 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:. 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 slept at Baker Street that night, and we were engaged upon our toast and coffee in the morning when the King of Bohemia rushed into the room. If the lady loves her husband, she does not love your Majesty. And yet—! I wish she had been of my own station! What a queen she would have made! The door of Briony Lodge was open, and an elderly woman stood upon the steps.
She watched us with a sardonic eye as we stepped from the brougham. My mistress told me that you were likely to call. She left this morning with her husband by the train from Charing Cross for the Continent.
The furniture was scattered about in every direction, with dismantled shelves and open drawers, as if the lady had hurriedly ransacked them before her flight. Holmes rushed at the bell-pull, tore back a small sliding shutter, and, plunging in his hand, pulled out a photograph and a letter. To be left till called for. It was dated at midnight of the preceding night and ran in this way:. You took me in completely. Until after the alarm of fire, I had not a suspicion.
But then, when I found how I had betrayed myself, I began to think. I had been warned against you months ago. I had been told that, if the King employed an agent, it would certainly be you. And your address had been given me. Yet, with 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. Sherlock Holmes. Then I, rather imprudently, wished you good-night, and started for the Temple to see my husband.
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,. Would she not have made an admirable queen?
Is it not a pity that she was not on my level? I know that her word is inviolate. The photograph is now as safe as if it were in the fire.
Pray tell me in what way I can reward you. Then there is no more to be done in the matter. I have the honour to wish you a very good morning. And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of the woman.
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair.
With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw when Holmes pulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me. This gentleman, Mr. Wilson, has been my partner and helper in many of my most successful cases, and I have no doubt that he will be of the utmost use to me in yours also.
The stout gentleman half rose from his chair and gave a bob of greeting, with a quick little questioning glance from his small fat-encircled eyes. You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.
Now, Mr. Jabez Wilson here has been good enough to call upon me this morning, and to begin a narrative which promises to be one of the most singular which I have listened to for some time. You have heard me remark that the strangest and most unique things are very often connected not with the larger but with the smaller crimes, and occasionally, indeed, where there is room for doubt whether any positive crime has been committed.
As far as I have heard, it is impossible for me to say whether the present case is an instance of crime or not, but the course of events is certainly among the most singular that I have ever listened to.
Perhaps, Mr. Wilson, you would have the great kindness to recommence your narrative. I ask you not merely because my friend Dr. Watson has not heard the opening part but also because the peculiar nature of the story makes me anxious to have every possible detail from your lips. As a rule, when I have heard some slight indication of the course of events, I am able to guide myself by the thousands of other similar cases which occur to my memory.
In the present instance I am forced to admit that the facts are, to the best of my belief, unique. The portly client puffed out his chest with an appearance of some little pride and pulled a dirty and wrinkled newspaper from the inside pocket of his greatcoat.
As he glanced down the advertisement column, with his head thrust forward and the paper flattened out upon his knee, I took a good look at the man and endeavoured, after the fashion of my companion, to read the indications which might be presented by his dress or appearance. I did not gain very much, however, by my inspection. Our visitor bore every mark of being an average commonplace British tradesman, obese, pompous, and slow.
A frayed top-hat and a faded brown overcoat with a wrinkled velvet collar lay upon a chair beside him. Altogether, look as I would, there was nothing remarkable about the man save his blazing red head, and the expression of extreme chagrin and discontent upon his features. Jabez Wilson started up in his chair, with his forefinger upon the paper, but his eyes upon my companion. Your right hand is quite a size larger than your left.
You have worked with it, and the muscles are more developed. I have made a small study of tattoo marks and have even contributed to the literature of the subject.
When, in addition, I see a Chinese coin hanging from your watch-chain, the matter becomes even more simple. Jabez Wilson laughed heavily. Can you not find the advertisement, Mr. This is what began it all. You just read it for yourself, sir. All red-headed men who are sound in body and mind and above the age of twenty-one years, are eligible. Holmes chuckled and wriggled in his chair, as was his habit when in high spirits.
Wilson, off you go at scratch and tell us all about yourself, your household, and the effect which this advertisement had upon your fortunes. You will first make a note, Doctor, of the paper and the date. I used to be able to keep two assistants, but now I only keep one; and I would have a job to pay him but that he is willing to come for half wages so as to learn the business. I should not wish a smarter assistant, Mr.
Holmes; and I know very well that he could better himself and earn twice what I am able to give him. But, after all, if he is satisfied, why should I put ideas in his head? It is not a common experience among employers in this age. Snapping away with a camera when he ought to be improving his mind, and then diving down into the cellar like a rabbit into its hole to develop his pictures. We live very quietly, sir, the three of us; and we keep a roof over our heads and pay our debts, if we do nothing more.
Spaulding, he came down into the office just this day eight weeks, with this very paper in his hand, and he says:. You see, Mr. Holmes, I am a very stay-at-home man, and as my business came to me instead of my having to go to it, I was often weeks on end without putting my foot over the door-mat.
As far as I can make out, the League was founded by an American millionaire, Ezekiah Hopkins, who was very peculiar in his ways.
He was himself red-headed, and he had a great sympathy for all red-headed men; so, when he died, it was found that he had left his enormous fortune in the hands of trustees, with instructions to apply the interest to the providing of easy berths to men whose hair is of that colour.
From all I hear it is splendid pay and very little to do. This American had started from London when he was young, and he wanted to do the old town a good turn.
Then, again, I have heard it is no use your applying if your hair is light red, or dark red, or anything but real bright, blazing, fiery red. Now, if you cared to apply, Mr. Wilson, you would just walk in; but perhaps it would hardly be worth your while to put yourself out of the way for the sake of a few hundred pounds. Vincent Spaulding seemed to know so much about it that I thought he might prove useful, so I just ordered him to put up the shutters for the day and to come right away with me.
He was very willing to have a holiday, so we shut the business up and started off for the address that was given us in the advertisement. From north, south, east, and west every man who had a shade of red in his hair had tramped into the city to answer the advertisement. I should not have thought there were so many in the whole country as were brought together by that single advertisement. Every shade of colour they were—straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter, liver, clay; but, as Spaulding said, there were not many who had the real vivid flame-coloured tint.
When I saw how many were waiting, I would have given it up in despair; but Spaulding would not hear of it. How he did it I could not imagine, but he pushed and pulled and butted until he got me through the crowd, and right up to the steps which led to the office.
There was a double stream upon the stair, some going up in hope, and some coming back dejected; but we wedged in as well as we could and soon found ourselves in the office.
He said a few words to each candidate as he came up, and then he always managed to find some fault in them which would disqualify them. Getting a vacancy did not seem to be such a very easy matter, after all. However, when our turn came the little man was much more favourable to me than to any of the others, and he closed the door as we entered, so that he might have a private word with us. I cannot recall when I have seen anything so fine. Then suddenly he plunged forward, wrung my hand, and congratulated me warmly on my success.
But we have to be careful, for we have twice been deceived by wigs and once by paint. A groan of disappointment came up from below, and the folk all trooped away in different directions until there was not a red-head to be seen except my own and that of the manager. Duncan Ross, and I am myself one of the pensioners upon the fund left by our noble benefactor.
Are you a married man, Mr. Have you a family? I am sorry to hear you say that. The fund was, of course, for the propagation and spread of the red-heads as well as for their maintenance. It is exceedingly unfortunate that you should be a bachelor. Holmes, for I thought that I was not to have the vacancy after all; but after thinking it over for a few minutes he said that it would be all right. When shall you be able to enter upon your new duties? Holmes, especially Thursday and Friday evening, which is just before pay-day; so it would suit me very well to earn a little in the mornings.
Besides, I knew that my assistant was a good man, and that he would see to anything that turned up. I had no peace. He still blackmailed me. Supporting information I was rich Smoked expensive Indian Cigars. I had no choice. He had to stop Charles at whatever cost. Supporting information I dont want James McCarthy to hang. I dont want to hurt my daughter All right McCarthy you win. You can live He hasnt got many friends and he isnt sociable Not very clever Please hurry, Mr Holmes, I cant stand this place.
Hes innocent. The argument was about me. It was she who invited Holmes. Dont look a golden horse in its mouth. Responsibility means taking ownership of particular problems, actions, work and ensuring that it does go through its natural course.
It is a trait which should be nurtured. Various kinds of responsibility traits runs in the story :. Mr Turner does not want his daughter to marry Charles son, as Charles is not highly regarded by Turner. As a responsible father he wants to make sure his daughter is married to a good husband and family. As Mr Turner is sick, Alice took the responsibility to take care of him. A stranger to another - Holmes to Turner Although Turner is a robber and a murderer, Holmes made a promise to him and did not submit the confession to the police.
He made a promise and acted as responsible person and kept the promise. She was a responsible person as a lover or an ordinary law abiding person as she believed James is innocent and got Holmes to save James. Lessons and Moral Values E. A person who is from the same locality - Mrs Moran to James. Mrs Moran behaved as an ordinary responsible person and quickly called the police and her husband to check and help Charles.
Lessons and Moral Values 2. Man has many facets features. What we see may only be one form of the same person. What the other forms are of the same person may not be easily seen by us. Thus we should be cautious and not regard people at face value. Mr Turner, a wealthy land owner. James McCarthy. Bad deeds or good deeds for that matter does come around. If we do some good deeds, we will receive some form of goodness, at the same time, if we do some bad deeds it will come back to us, that seems to be fate.
Lessons and Moral Values - Turner went to England to escape his bad deeds, surely he made many people suffer for his bad deed in Australia, fate, made him meet Charles, and Charles tormented Turner. In addition to that Turner was an introvert, did not socialise, and was worried his daughter would know his dark past. That was a highly stressful force to Turners Health. Turner did not have any peace.
His heart problem is surely the result of his bad deeds. Its legally and morally wrong to kill. Turner killed many people but he was not able to live peacefully see No 3 above. Open navigation menu. Close suggestions Search Search. User Settings. Skip carousel. Carousel Previous. Carousel Next.
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The Boscombe Valley Mystery. Related titles. Carousel Previous Carousel Next. Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of the Aquilla Diamond. Jump to Page. Search inside document. Holmes, with his deductive reasoning, states the following: Hes a tall man, left handed, limps on his right leg, wears heavy work boots and a grey coat and smokes Indian cigars.
The confession document was burnt. To save James, Turner confesses. Turner dies. Finally, it should be noted that the language, structure and style is light and easy. Rather Literal meaning Complicated, Difficult to understand. Literal meaning Not in a normal light way, in Seriously earnest, important because of a pg20 possible danger. Literal meaning Innocent Not guilty, Not wrong, harmless.
Literal meaning pg25 Surprised Feeling caused by something sudden, without warning. To take the life of another. Contrary Opposite. Strange Literal meaning Trial pg32 Continue Not normal, different. Fateful Literal meaning Something serious or very high Important need. Literal meaning Obviously Easily seen or understood. Introduce pg46 Continue To make another have knowledge or know the other.
Act of allowing, to give consent. Literal meaning Clever Mentally smart, intelligent. Literal Woman who serves drinks at a meaning Barmaid bar.
Union Continue Join together, marriage. Cause for something. Literal meaning Limps pg62 Not a normal walk, walking unevenly, walking in a way when one leg is hurt. Cigars Continue Tobacco leaves rolled to form a pencil like or bigger like cigarette for smoking.
Literal meaning Deduce pg65 Think in a way using normal rules or common sense reasoning out the facts with common practical rules. Present Continue At the present moment, now. Debts Continue Owing money. Different Continue Separate not the same. Troopers pg71 Continue Soldiers, a group of uniformed persons. In favour of pg46 Continue Favouring, siding.
Implied meaning Good heart pg52 Good heavens A phrase used to show pg62 surprise. Its up to pg63 Continue The person who decides, the decider, his discretion. Pessimistic It seems a hopeless situation. This is my punishment Who hurt you? Crime does not pay - Charles McCarthy was a criminal blackmailing is a criminal offense. He died a violent death. Never judge a book by its cover - Charles was a honest man until he started blackmailing Turner. Health is wealth - Turner had so much money but his health made him unable to enjoy it to the fullest.
Dont look a golden horse in its mouth - Charles disturbed Turner too much, thus his death. A parent to their children - Mr Turner to Alice Mr Turner does not want his daughter to marry Charles son, as Charles is not highly regarded by Turner. The children to their parents - Alice to Turner As Mr Turner is sick, Alice took the responsibility to take care of him.
A lover to her lover - Alice to James She was a responsible person as a lover or an ordinary law abiding person as she believed James is innocent and got Holmes to save James. A person who is from the same locality - Mrs Moran to James Mrs Moran behaved as an ordinary responsible person and quickly called the police and her husband to check and help Charles.
Mr Turner, a wealthy land owner -no one knew he was actually Black Jack, a robber and murderer. Charles McCarthy - was only a questionable gambler not a criminal offence - he blackmailed a crime Charles relentlessly. James McCarthy - was a kind and gentle soul and a good son. One good turn deserves another. Once again, the backstory of the crime really adds depth and the inclusion of memorable characters really makes the Boscombe Valley Mystery a great short read.
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