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visit to Warsaw, I made the acquaintance of the well-known adventuress,
Irene Adler. The name is no doubt familiar to you.
“Kindly look her up in my index, Doctor, murmured Holmes without
opening his eyes. 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.
“Let me see! said Holmes. “Hum! Born in New Jersey in the year 1858.
Contralto—hum! 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.
“Precisely so. But how—
“Was there a secret marriage?
“None.
“No legal papers or certificates?
“None.
“Then I fail to follow your Majesty. If this young person should
produce her letters for blackmailing or other purposes, how is she to
prove their authenticity?
“There is the writing.
“Pooh, pooh! Forgery.
“My private note-paper.
“Stolen.
“My own seal.
“Imitated.
“My photograph.
“Bought.
“We were both in the photograph.
“Oh, dear! That is very bad! Your Majesty has indeed committed an
indiscretion.
“I was mad—insane.
“You have compromised yourself seriously.
“I was only Crown Prince then. I was young. I am but thirty now.
“It must be recovered.
“We have tried and failed.
“Your Majesty must pay. It must be bought.
“She will not sell.
“Stolen, then.
“Five attempts have been made. 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.
“No sign of it?
“Absolutely none.
Holmes laughed. “It is quite a pretty little problem, said he.
“But a very serious one to me, returned the King reproachfully.
“Very, indeed. And what does she propose to do with the photograph?
“To ruin me.
“But how?
“I am about to be married.
“So I have heard.
“To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, second daughter of the King of
Scandinavia. 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 Irene Adler?
“Threatens to send them the photograph. 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