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luxuriant lounges on either side of the fireplace.

  Standing on the run between us, with his slight, tall

  figure, his sharp features, thoughtful face, and

  curling hair prematurely tinged with gray, he seemed

  to represent that not to common type, a nobleman who

  is in truth noble.

  "You name is very familiar to me, Mr. Holmes," said

  he, smiling. "And, of course, I cannot pretend to be

  ignorant of the object of your visit. There has only

  been once occurrence in these offices which could call

  for your attention. In whose interest are you acting,

  may I ask?"

  "In that of Mr. Percy Phelps," answered Holmes.

  "Ah, my unfortunate nephew! You can understand that

  our kinship makes it the more impossible for me to

  screen him in any way. I fear that the incident must

  have a very prejudicial effect upon his career."

  "But if the document if found?"

  "Ah, that, of course, would be different."

  "I had one or two questions which I wished to ask you,

  Lord Holdhurst."

  "I shall be happy to give you any information in my

  power."

  "Was it in this room that you gave your instructions

  as to the copying of the document?"

  "It was."

  "Then you could hardly have been overheard?"

  "It is out of the question."

  "Did you ever mention to any one that it was your

  intention to give any one the treaty to be copied?"

  "Never."

  "You are certain of that?"

  "Absolutely."

  "Well, since you never said so, and Mr. Phelps never

  said so, and nobody else knew anything of the matter,

  then the thief's presence in the room was purely

  accidental. He saw his chance and he took it."

  The statesman smiled. "You take me out of my province

  there," said he.

  Holmes considered for a moment. "There is another

  very important point which I wish to discuss with

  you," said he. "You feared, as I understand, that

  very grave results might follow from the details of

  this treaty becoming known."

  A shadow passed over the expressive face of the

  statesman. "Very grave results indeed."

  "Any have they occurred?"

  "Not yet."

  "If the treaty had reached, let us say, the French or

  Russian Foreign Office, you would expect to hear of

  it?"

  "I should," said Lord Holdhurst, with a wry face.

  "Since nearly ten weeks have elapsed, then, and

  nothing has been heard, it is not unfair to suppose

  that for some reason the treaty has not reached them."

  Lord Holdhurst shrugged his shoulders.

  "We can hardly suppose, Mr. Holmes, that the thief

  took the treaty in order to frame it and hang it up."

  "Perhaps he is waiting for a better price."

  "If he waits a little longer he will get no price at

  all. The treaty will cease to be secret in a few

  months."

  "That is most important," said Holmes. "Of course, it

  is a possible supposition that the thief has had a

  sudden illness--"

  "An attack of brain-fever, for example?" asked the

  statesman, flashing a swift glance at him.

  "I did not say so," said Holmes, imperturbably. "And

  now, Lord Holdhurst, we have already taken up too much

  of your valuable time, and we shall wish you

  good-day."

  "Every success to your investigation, be the criminal

  who it may," answered the nobleman, as he bowed us out

  the door.

  "He's a fine fellow," said Holmes, as we came out into

  Whitehall. "But he has a struggle to keep up his

  position. He is far from rich and has many calls.

  You noticed, of course, that his boots had been

  resoled. Now, Watson, I won't detain you from your

  legitimate work any longer. I shall do nothing more

  to-day, unless I have an answer to my cab

  advertisement. But I should be extremely obliged to

  you if you would come down with me to Woking

  to-morrow, by the same train which we took yesterday."

  I met him accordingly next morning and we traveled

  down to Woking together. He had had no answer to his

  advertisement, he said, and no fresh light had been

  thrown upon the case. He had, when he so willed it,

  the utter immobility of countenance of a red Indian,

  and I could not gather from his appearance whether he

  was satisfied or not with the position of the case.

  His conversation, I remember, was about the Bertillon

  system of measurements, and he expressed his

  enthusiastic admiration of the French savant.

  We found our client still under the charge of his

  devoted nurse, but looking considerably better than

  before. He rose from the sofa and greeted us without

  difficulty when we entered.

  "Any news?" he asked, eagerly.

  "My report, as I expected, is a negative one," said

  Holmes. "I have seen Forbes, and I have seen your

  uncle, and I have set one or two trains of inquiry

  upon foot which may lead to something."

  "You have not lost heart, then?"

  "By no means."

  "God bless you for saying that!" cried Miss Harrison.

  "If we keep our courage and our patience the truth

  must come out."

  "We have more to tell you than you have for us," said

  Phelps, reseating himself upon the couch.

  "I hoped you might have something."

  "Yes, we have had an adventure during the night, and

  one which might have proved to be a serious one." His

  expression grew very grave as he spoke, and a look of

  something akin to fear sprang up in his eyes. "Do you

  know," said he, "that I begin to believe that I am the

  unconscious centre of some monstrous conspiracy, and

  that my life is aimed at as well as my honor?"

  "Ah!" cried Holmes.

  "It sounds incredible, for I have not, as far as I

  know, an enemy in the world. Yet from last night's

  experience I can come to no other conclusion."

  "Pray let me hear it."

  "You must know that last night was the very first

  night that I have ever slept without a nurse in the

  room. I was so much better that I thought I could

  dispense with one. I had a night-light burning,

  however. Well, about two in the morning I had sunk

  into a light sleep when I was suddenly aroused by a

  slight noise. It was like the sound which a mouse

  makes when it is gnawing a plank, and I lay listening

  to it for some time under the impression that it must

  come from that cause. Then it grew louder, and

  suddenly there came from the window a sharp metallic

  snick. I sat up in amazement. There could be no

  doubt what the sounds were now. The first ones had

  been caused by some one forcing an instrument through

  the slit between the sashes, and the second by the

  catch being pressed back.

  "There was a pause then for about ten minutes, as if

  the person were waiting to see whether the noise had

  awakened me. Then
I heard a gentle creaking as the

  window was very slowly opened. I could stand it no

  longer, for my nerves are not what they used to be. I

  sprang out of bed and flung open the shutters. A man

  was crouching at the window. I could see little of

  him, for he was gone like a flash. He was wrapped in

  some sort of cloak which came across the lower part of

  his face. One thing only I am sure of, and that is

  that he had some weapon in his hand. It looked to me

  like a long knife. I distinctly saw the gleam of it

  as he turned to run."

  "This is most interesting," said Holmes. "Pray what

  did you do then?"

  "I should have followed him through the open window if

  I had been stronger. As it was, I rang the bell and

  roused the house. It took me some little time, for

  the bell rings in the kitchen and the servants all

  sleep upstairs. I shouted, however, and that brought

  Joseph down, and he roused the others. Joseph and the

  groom found marks on the bed outside the window, but

  the weather has been so dry lately that they found it

  hopeless to follow the trail across the grass.

  There's a place, however, on the wooden fence which

  skirts the road which shows signs, they tell me, as if

  some one had got over, and had snapped the top of the

  rail in doing so. I have said nothing to the local

  police yet, for I thought I had best have your opinion

  first."

  This tale of our client's appeared to have an

  extraordinary effect upon Sherlock Holmes. He rose

  from his chair and paced about the room in

  uncontrollable excitement.

  "Misfortunes never come single," said Phelps, smiling,

  though it was evident that his adventure had somewhat

  shaken him.

  "You have certainly had your share," said Holmes. "Do

  you think you could walk round the house with me?"

  "Oh, yes, I should like a little sunshine. Joseph

  will come, too."

  "And I also," said Miss Harrison.

  "I am afraid not," said Holmes, shaking his head. "I

  think I must ask you to remain sitting exactly where

  you are."

  The young lady resumed her seat with an air of

  displeasure. Her brother, however, had joined us and

  we set off all four together. We passed round the

  lawn to the outside of the young diplomatist's window.

  There were, as he had said, marks upon the bed, but

  they were hopelessly blurred and vague. Holmes

  stopped over them for an instant, and then rose

  shrugging his shoulders.

  "I don't think any one could make much of this," said

  he. "Let us go round the house and see why this

  particular room was chose by the burglar. I should

  have thought those larger windows of the drawing-room

  and dining-room would have had more attractions for

  him."

  "They are more visible from the road," suggested Mr.

  Joseph Harrison.

  "Ah, yes, of course. There is a door here which he

  might have attempted. What is it for?"

  "It is the side entrance for trades-people. Of course

  it is locked at night."

  "Have you ever had an alarm like this before?"

  "Never," said our client.

  "Do you keep plate in the house, or anything to

  attract burglars?"

  "Nothing of value."

  Holmes strolled round the house with his hands in his

  pockets and a negligent air which was unusual with

  him.

  "By the way," said he to Joseph Harrison, "you found

  some place, I understand, where the fellow scaled the

  fence. Let us have a look at that!"

  The plump young man led us to a spot where the top of

  one of the wooden rails had been cracked. A small

  fragment of the wood was hanging down. Holmes pulled

  it off and examined it critically.

  "Do you think that was done last night? It looks

  rather old, does it not?"

  "Well, possibly so."

  "There are no marks of any one jumping down upon the

  other side. No, I fancy we shall get no help here.

  Let us go back to the bedroom and talk the matter

  over."

  Percy Phelps was walking very slowly, leaning upon the

  arm of his future brother-in-law. Holmes walked

  swiftly across the lawn, and we were at the open

  window of the bedroom long before the others came up.

  "Miss Harrison," said Holmes, speaking with the utmost

  intensity of manner, "you must stay where you are all

  day. Let nothing prevent you from staying where you

  are all day. It is of the utmost importance."

  "Certainly, if you wish it, Mr. Holmes," said the girl

  in astonishment.

  "When you go to bed lock the door of this room on the

  outside and keep the key. Promise to do this."

  "But Percy?"

  "He will come to London with us."

  "And am I to remain here?"

  "It is for his sake. You can serve him. Quick!

  Promise!"

  She gave a quick nod of assent just as the other two

  came up.

  "Why do you sit moping there, Annie?" cried her

  brother. "Come out into the sunshine!"

  "No, thank you, Joseph. I have a slight headache and

  this room is deliciously cool and soothing."

  "What do you propose now, Mr. Holmes?" asked our

  client.

  "Well, in investigating this minor affair we must not

  lose sight of our main inquiry. It would be a very

  great help to me if you would come up to London with

  us."

  "At once?"

  "Well, as soon as you conveniently can. Say in an

  hour."

  "I feel quite strong enough, if I can really be of any

  help."

  "The greatest possible."

  "Perhaps you would like me the stay there to-night?"

  "I was just going to propose it."

  "Then, if my friend of the night comes to revisit me,

  he will find the bird flown. We are all in your

  hands, Mr. Holmes, and you must tell us exactly what

  you would like done. Perhaps you would prefer that

  Joseph came wit us so as to look after me?"

  "Oh, no; my friend Watson is a medical man, you know,

  and he'll look after you. We'll have our lunch here,

  if you will permit us, and then we shall al three set

  off for town together."

  It was arranged as he suggested, though Miss Harrison

  excused herself from leaving the bedroom, in

  accordance with Holmes's suggestion. What the object

  of my friend's manoeuvres was I could not conceive,

  unless it were to keep the lady away from Phelps, who,

  rejoiced by his returning health and by the prospect

  of action, lunched with us in the dining-room. Holmes

  had still more startling surprise for us, however,

  for, after accompanying us down to the station and

  seeing us into our carriage, he calmly announced that

  he had no intention of leaving Woking.

  "There are one or two small points which I should

  desire to clear up before I go," said he. "Your

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  me. Watson, when you reach London you would oblige me

  by driving at once to Baker Street with our friend

  here, and remaining with him until I see you again.

  It is fortunate that you are old school-fellows, as

  you must have much to talk over. Mr. Phelps can have

  the spare bedroom to-night, and I will be with you in

  time for breakfast, for there is a train which will

  take me into Waterloo at eight."

  "But how about our investigation in London?" asked

  Phelps, ruefully.

  "We can do that to-morrow. I think that just at

  present I can be of more immediate use here."

  "You might tell them at Briarbrae that I hope to be

  back to-morrow night," cried Phelps, as we began to

  move from the platform.

  "I hardly expect to go back to Briarbrae," answered

  Holmes, and waved his hand to us cheerily as we shot

  out from the station.

  Phelps and I talked it over on our journey, but

  neither of us could devise a satisfactory reason for

  this new development.

  "I suppose he wants to find out some clue as to the

  burglary last night, if a burglar it was. For myself,

  I don't believe it was an ordinary thief."

  "What is your own idea, then?"

  "Upon my word, you may put it down to my weak nerves

  or not, but I believe there is some deep political

  intrigue going on around me, and that for some reason

  that passes my understanding my life is aimed at by

  the conspirators. It sounds high-flown and absurd,

  but consider the fats! Why should a thief try to

  break in at a bedroom window, where there could be no

  hope of any plunder, and why should he come with a

  long knife in his hand?"

  "You are sure it was not a house-breaker's jimmy?"

  "Oh, no, it was a knife. I saw the flash of the blade

  quite distinctly."

  "But why on earth should you be pursued with such

  animosity?"

  "Ah, that is the question."

  "Well, if Holmes takes the same view, that would

  account for his action, would it not? Presuming that

  your theory is correct, if he can lay his hands upon

  the man who threatened you last night he will have

  gone a long way towards finding who took the naval

  treaty. It is absurd to suppose that you have two

  enemies, one of whom robs you, while the other

  threatens your life."

  "But Holmes said that he was not going to Briarbrae."

  "I have known him for some time," said I, "but I never

  knew him do anything yet without a very good reason,"

  and with that our conversation drifted off on to other

  topics.

  But it was a weary day for me. Phelps was still weak

  after his long illness, and his misfortune made him

  querulous and nervous. In vain I endeavored to

  interest him in Afghanistan, in India, in social

  questions, in anything which might take his mind out

  of the groove. He would always come back to his lost

  treaty, wondering, guessing, speculating, as to what

  Holmes was doing, what steps Lord Holdhurst was

  taking, what news we should have in the morning. As

  the evening wore on his excitement became quite

  painful.

  "You have implicit faith in Holmes?" he asked.

  "I have seen him do some remarkable things."

  "But he never brought light into anything quite so

  dark as this?"

  "Oh, yes; I have known him solve questions which

  presented fewer clues than yours."

  "But not where such large interests are at stake?"

  "I don't know that. To my certain knowledge he has

  acted on behalf of three of the reigning houses of

  Europe in very vital matters."

  "But you know him well, Watson. He is such an

  inscrutable fellow that I never quite know what to

  make of him. Do you think he is hopeful? Do you

  think he expects to make a success of it?"

  "He has said nothing."

  "That is a bad sign."

  "On the contrary, I have noticed that when he is off

  the trail he generally says so. It is when he is on a

  scent and is not quite absolutely sure yet that it is

  the right one that he is most taciturn. Now, my dear