Read Roayl Scandal by Valentine Online Free

1 The King'southward Mistake

For Sherlock Holmes, there was only one adult female in the world. He did not honey her, because he never loved women. But after their meeting he never forgot her. Her proper name was Irene Adler.
1 night in March I visited my former friend at his dwelling in Baker Street. I was married by at present, so I did non often come across him.
"Come in, Watson," he said. "Sit down down. I'g happy to see you lot, because I've got something to show you lot. What do yous think of this? Information technology arrived in the concluding post." It was a letter, with no date, proper noun or address. Information technology said:
"Tonight someone will visit you, to talk about some very secret business concern. Yous take helped other important people, and you tin, nosotros hope, assist us. Be in your room at seven.45 p.chiliad."
"The paper — what practice you think nearly the paper?" asked Holmes.

I tried to think like Holmes. "It's expensive, so this person is rich. It's strange paper."
"Yes, it'southward non English language. If y'all look at information technology in the low-cal, you lot can come across that it was made in Bohemia. And a German, I remember, wrote the letter. Ah, here comes our human at present." We could hear the horses in the street.
"Shall I leave, Holmes?" I asked.
"No, no, I need your help. This will be interesting," my friend answered. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" called Holmes.

A tall, stiff man came into the room. He was wearing expensive clothes, and a mask over his face.
"You can call me Count von Kramm. I come from Bohemia," he said. "My business organisation is most of import. Earlier I tell you about information technology, do you agree to keep it a secret?"
"I do," we said together.
"A very important person, who belongs to a royal family, has sent me to ask for your help," he went on. "I wear a mask because nobody must know who that person is. I must explicate how important this business organisation is. If yous cannot help, there will be difficulty and trouble for 1 of the most of import families in Europe — and perhaps a very large scandal. I am talking near the famous House of Ormstein, Kings of Bohemia."
"I know, Your Majesty," said Holmes. He quietly smoked his cigarette.

The man jumped upwards from his chair, "What!" he cried. "How do you know who I am?" So he pulled the mask off his face and threw it on the footing. "Yous are right. Why do I hide it? I am the Male monarch. I am Wilhelm von Ormstein, King of Bohemia. I came to see you myself because I could non ask another person to tell my story. It must be a undercover. Yous understand?"
"Very well. Go on," said Holmes. He closed his eyes and listened.
"Five years ago I met a woman called Irene Adler. Nosotros … "

"Ah," said Holmes, "Irene Adler, born in 1850, vocalizer, lives in London, a very beautiful woman, I hear …" He looked at the Rex. "Y'all and she … Yous loved her, for a while, then left her. But before you lot left her, you wrote her some letters perhaps. And now you want to become these messages dorsum."
"That's right."
"Did you ally her?"
"No."
"If she asks you for coin and shows you the letters, you can say that you didn't write them."

"Merely Mr Holmes, she also has my photo."
"You tin say that you didn't give her a photo."
"We were both in the photograph."
"Oh love. That was a mistake, Your Majesty."
"I know. I was stupid … but I was very young!"
"You must go the photograph back. Can you steal information technology from her firm?"
"I take tried five times just my men couldn't find information technology. What can I do?"

Holmes laughed. "This is very interesting. What does she plan to practice with the photograph?"
"Shortly I am going to ally Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, girl of the King of Scandinavia. You know, of class, that nosotros are two of the most important royal families in Europe. Clotilde volition never ally me if she learns that I accept been a … friend of Irene Adler. Yous do not know Irene Adler. She's a cute woman, simply she can be as hard as a man. She was angry when I left her, and and then she doesn't want me to marry another woman. I know that she volition transport this photograph to the Saxe-Meningen family, and so there will exist a terrible scandal. Nosotros must find the photograph before she sends it!"
"I am sure that we will notice it," said Holmes. "Yous are, of course, staying in London? I will write to you to tell you lot what happens. And, the money … ?"

The Male monarch put a big heavy bag on the table. "I must take that photo," he said. "There is 1 grand pounds here. If yous need more, you must enquire at in one case. The money is non important."
"And the young woman'southward address?" asked Holmes.
"Briony Club, Serpentine Artery, St John'due south Woods, London."
"Adept nighttime, Your Majesty," said Holmes. "I hope to have some good news for you soon." The King left, and Holmes turned to me. "And good dark, Watson. Please come back tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon."

2 A Servant Finds Out

When I arrived the side by side day, Holmes was not there, and then I waited in his room. At 4 o'clock the door opened, and a very strange servant came in. He wore quondam, dirty dress, and I had to wait very hard before I saw that information technology was my quondam friend.
"Holmes!" I cried. "Where have yous been?"
"I've had a very good twenty-four hours," he replied with a grinning. "I've been exterior Miss Irene Adler's house. Servants are always happy to talk, and so I accept heard a lot most the immature woman. For example, she has a expert-looking man friend called Godfrey Norton, a lawyer, who frequently visits her. Now why? If he'south her lawyer, maybe she's already given him the photo. But if he loves her, she won't show him the photograph."

"Most interesting, Holmes!" I said.
"While I was there, Mr Norton himself of a sudden arrived. I watched them through the windows. When he left, he jumped into a taxi. "To the church of St Monica, as fast as you can!" he shouted. Ii minutes afterwards Miss Adler ran out of her house, jumped into another taxi and called, "To the church building of St Monica, speedily!" I couldn't miss this, Watson, so I jumped into a third taxi. When I arrived, I went into the church building. Godfrey Norton looked circular and saw me.
"Give thanks God!" he shouted. "Come up here chop-chop!" "Why?" I asked. "Come on, man, we demand you!" And and so I helped Godfrey Norton to marry Irene Adler. They needed a witness, and a retainer from the street was meliorate than nobody."

"So she's married him! What shall we do now?" I asked.
"Well, tonight, my honey Watson, I demand your help. Will you do what I ask? Without questions?"
"Of form, Holmes, if you think that information technology's important," I answered.
"Subsequently, we'll go to Briony Guild. Irene Adler, or Irene Norton, volition get in abode at seven o'clock, and she will ask me to go into the house. You must look exterior near the sitting-room window, and when it opens, watch me inside. When I hold up my mitt, throw this thing into the room and shout 'Fire!'"

I took the pocket-size thing out of his hand. "What is information technology, Holmes?" I asked.
"It's a smoke-stick. The room will very quickly be full of smoke. After that, expect for me at the corner of the street."
"Right, I'll practise what yous want," I said.

iii Fire

That evening Holmes once more wore dissimilar clothes, and a large, black lid. Simply it was not just the apparel that were different. He changed his face, his pilus – everything. He was a different man.
We walked together to Serpentine Avenue. Outside the house there were a lot of people who were smoking, laughing and talking. Holmes and I walked up and downward in front end of the house.

"You lot see," said Holmes to me, "I think she doesn't want her new hubby to see the photograph. But where is it? At her bank? No. Women like to go along of import things themselves. I'yard certain it'south in her house."
"But the King'south men tried to detect it!" I said.
"Aye, but they didn't know where to await!" said Holmes.
"Only how will yous know?" I asked.
"I won't look. She'll show me. She'll accept to."

Just then a taxi arrived. 1 of the men in the street ran to open the door, so some other man pushed him. Other men were besides pushing and shouting, and a fight began. Irene Norton was in the middle of information technology, but Sherlock Holmes ran to help her. Then all of a sudden he savage to the ground, with blood running down his face. Irene Norton hurried to her front door, but she looked dorsum.
"How kind of him to help me! Is the poor man hurt?" she called.
"He'southward dead," cried some voices.
"No, he's only hurt," cried others.
"Bring him into the sitting-room," she said.

Some people carried Holmes into the house. I waited exterior the window and watched. I saw how cute Irene Norton was. So Holmes put up his manus, and I threw the smoke-stick into the room. Immediately the people in the street and in the business firm all began to shout "Burn down!" very loudly. The firm was full of fume. I walked away, and ten minutes subsequently Holmes came to run into me.
"Well done, Watson," he said.
"Accept yous got the photograph?" I asked.
"I know where information technology is. She showed me," he answered.

"Only why did she show yous?"
"It's easy? he said, and laughed. "You saw all those people in the street? I paid them to aid u.s.a.. It wasn't a real fight and the blood wasn't existent. When people shout "Fire!", a adult female runs to the most important thing in her house, her baby, her aureate, or … a photo. Mrs Norton ran to observe her photo, which is in a closet in the sitting-room. I saw it. But I did not accept it. Tomorrow we will go to her house with the King. We'll get very early on, earlier she gets up. The King himself can take the photo from the cupboard. And then nosotros'll go."

While Holmes was talking, nosotros were walking dwelling to Bakery Street. When we arrived at my friend'south house, a young homo hurried past us, and said: "Expert night, Mr Sherlock Holmes."
"I've heard that voice earlier," said Holmes to me. He looked down the street. "But who was it?"

iv A Photograph

The next twenty-four hours we went to Irene Norton's house, with the King. An old retainer opened the door. "Mr Sherlock Holmes?" she asked, and smiled.
"Yes," said my friend. He looked very surprised.
"Mrs Irene Norton and her husband left England this morning. They will never come back to this country."
"What?" cried Holmes, his face white and aroused.
"And what about the photograph?" cried the King.
We all hurried into the sitting-room. Holmes ran to the cupboard and opened it. Inside was a photo, not of Irene Adler and the King, simply of the beautiful Irene solitary. At that place was also a alphabetic character for Sherlock Holmes. We all read it together.

My dear Mr Sherlock Holmes,
Yous did information technology very well. I thought that it was a existent fire, and that you were but a kind old man. But later I opened the closet, I began to recollect. I knew about the famous Sherlock Holmes. I knew your accost, and I knew that the King asked you to detect the photograph. So I quickly dressed as a young man and followed you home to Baker Street. I wanted to find out if you lot really were Sherlock Holmes. I said "skilful dark" to you lot outside your door!
My husband and I have decided to get out England. Please tell the Male monarch that I shall not show the photograph to anybody. I dear my hubby and he loves me. And he is a better man than the Rex. But hither is a dissimilar photo. And the King can keep this photograph, if he likes.
Irene Norton

"What a adult female!" cried the King. "Why didn't I marry her! What a adult female!"
"A very, very clever woman," said Sherlock Holmes coldly. "I am sorry, Your Majesty, that this business has not finished well."
"No, no," said the Male monarch. "She writes that she will never evidence the photo to anybody. I need nix more than her word. There is no danger for me now. How tin can I thank you, dear Mr Holmes?"
"I would like just one affair, Your Majesty."
"Tell me at once what information technology is," said the Rex.
"This photograph."

The King looked at him in surprise. "Irene's photograph?" he cried. "Simply of form. It is yours."
And so there was no terrible scandal in the imperial families of Europe. And Sherlock Holmes still has the photograph of the adult female who was cleverer than he was.

jonesyournized.blogspot.com

Source: https://megaen.ru/a-scandal-in-bohemia-by-a-c-doyle/

Share this post