how the 'he' suddenly changed to 'my'? The writer was so carried away by his own story that he imagined himself at the supreme moment to be the hero.'
'It seemed mighty poor stuff,' said the inspector as he replaced it in his book. 'What! are you off, Mr. Holmes?'
'I don't think there is anything more for me to do now that the case is in such capable hands. By the way, Mrs. Maberley, did you say you wished to travel?'
'It has always been my dream, Mr. Holmes.'
'Where would you like to go — Cairo, Madeira, the Riviera?'
'Oh if I had the money I would go round the world.'
'Quite so. Round the world. Well, good-morning. I may drop you a line in the evening.' As we passed the window I caught a glimpse of the inspector's smile and shake of the head. 'These clever fellows have always a touch of madness.' That was what I read in the inspector's smile.
'Now, Watson, we are at the last lap of our little journey,' said Holmes when we were back in the roar of central London once more. 'I think we had best clear the matter up at once, and it would be well that you should come with me, for it is safer to have a witness when you are dealing with such a lady as Isadora Klein.'
We had taken a cab and were speeding to some address in Grosvenor Square. Holmes had been sunk in thought, but he roused himself suddenly.
'By the way, Watson, I suppose you see it all clearly?'
'No, I can't say that I do. I only gather that we are going to see the lady who is behind all this mischief.'
'Exactly! But does the name Isadora Klein convey nothing to you? She was, of course, the celebrated beauty. There was never a woman to touch her. She is pure Spanish, the real blood of the masterfui Conquistadors, and her people have been leaders in Pernambuco for generations. She married the aged German sugar king, Klein, and presently found herself the richest as well as the most lovely widow upon earth. Then there was an interval of adventure when she pleased her own tastes. She had several lovers, and Douglas Maberley, one of the most striking men in London, was one of them. It was by all accounts more than an adventure with him. He was not a society butterfly but a strong, proud man who gave and expected all. But she is the 'belle dame sans merci' of fiction. When her caprice is satisfied the matter is ended, and if the other party in the matter can't take her word for it she knows how to bring it home to him.'
'Then that was his own story—'
'Ah! you are piecing it together now. I hear that she is about to marry the young Duke of Lomond, who might almost be her son. His Grace's ma might overlook the age, but a big scandal would be a different matter, so it is imperative — Ah! here we are.'
It was one of the finest corner-houses of the West End. A machine-like footman took up our cards and returned with word that the lady was not at home. 'Then we shall wait until she is,' said Holmes cheerfully.
The machine broke down.
'Not at home means not at home to you,' said the footman.
'Good,' Holmes answered. 'That means that we shall not have to wait. Kindly give this note to your mistress.'
He scribbled three or four words upon a sheet of his notebook, folded it, and handed it to the man.
'What did you say, Holmes?' I asked.
'I simply wrote: 'Shall it be the police, then?' I think that should pass us in.'
It did — with amazing celerity. A minute later we were in an Arabian Nights drawing-room, vast and wonderful, in a half gloom, picked out with an occasional pink electric light. The lady had come, I felt, to that time of life when even the proudest beauty finds the half light more welcome. She rose from a settee as we entered: tall, queenly, a perfect figure, a lovely mask-like face, with two wonderful Spanish eyes which looked murder at us both.
'What is this intrusion — and this insulting message?' she asked, holding up the slip of paper.
'I need not explain, madame. I have too much respect for your intelligence to do so — though I confess that intelligence has been surprisingly at fault of late.'
'How so, sir?'
'By supposing that your hired bullies could frighten me from my work. Surely no man would take up my profession if it were not that danger attracts him. It was you, then, who forced me to examine the case of young Maberley.'
'I have no idea what you are talking about. What have I to do with hired bullies?'
Holmes turned away wearily.
'Yes, I have underrated your intelligence. Well, good-afternoon!'
'Stop! Where are you going?'
'To Scotland Yard.'
We had not got halfway to the door before she had overtaken us and was holding his arm. She had turned in a moment from steel to velvet.
'Come and sit down, gentlemen. Let us talk this matter over. I feel that I may be frank with you, Mr. Holmes. You have the feelings of a gentleman. How quick a woman's instinct is to find it out. I will treat you as a friend.'
'I cannot promise to reciprocate, madame. I am not the law, but I represent justice so far as my feeble powers go. I am ready to listen, and then I will tell you how I will act.'
'No doubt it was foolish of me to threaten a brave man like yourself.'
'What was really foolish, madame, is that you have placed yourself in the power of a band of rascals who may blackmail or give you away.'
'No, no! I am not so simple. Since I have promised to be frank, I may say that no one, save Barney Stockdale and Susan, his wife, have the least idea who their employer is. As to them, well, it is not the first —' She smiled and nodded with a charming coquettish intimacy.
'I see. You've tested them before.'
'They are good hounds who run silent.'
'Such hounds have a way sooner or later of biting the hand that feeds them. They will be arrested for this burglary. The police are already after them.'
'They will take what comes to them. That is what they are paid for. I shall not appear in the matter.'
'Unless I bring you into it.'
'No, no, you would not. You are a gentleman. It is a woman's secret.'
'In the first place, you must give back this manuscript.'
She broke into a ripple of laughter and walked to the fireplace. There was a calcined mass which she broke up with the poker. 'Shall I give this back?' she asked. So roguish and exquisite did she look as she stood before us with a challenging smile that I felt of all Holmes's criminals this was the one whom he would find it hardest to face. However, he was immune from sentiment.
'That seals your fate,' he said coldly. 'You are very prompt in your actions, madame, but you have overdone it on this occasion.'
She threw the poker down with a clatter.
'How hard you are!' she cried. 'May I tell you the whole story?'
'I fancy I could tell it to you.'
'But you must look at it with my eyes, Mr. Holmes. You must realize it from the point of view of a woman who sees all her life's ambition about to be ruined at the last moment. Is such a woman to be blamed if she protects herself?'
'The original sin was yours.'
'Yes, yes! I admit it. He was a dear boy, Douglas, but it so chanced that he could not fit into my plans. He wanted marriage — marriage, Mr. Holmes — with a penniless commoner. Nothing less would serve him. Then he became pertinacious. Because I had given he seemed to think that I still must give, and to him only. It was intolerable. At last I had to make him realize it.'
'By hiring ruffians to beat him under your own window.'
'You do indeed seem to know everything. Well, it is true. Barney and the boys drove him away, and were, I
