Case of Identity Page 1
"My dear fellow," said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street,
"life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to
conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window
hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which
are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of
events, working through generations, and leading to the most outr results, it would make all fiction with
its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable." "And yet I am not convinced
of it," I answered. "The cases which come to light in the papers are, as a rule, bald enough, and vulgar
enough. We have in our police reports realism pushed to its extreme limits, and yet the result is, it must
be confessed, neither fascinating nor artistic." "A certain selection and discretion must be used in
producing a realistic effect," remarked Holmes. "This is wanting in the police report, where more stress is
laid, perhaps, upon the platitudes of the magistrate than upon the details, which to an observer contain
the vital essence of the whole matter. Depend upon it, there is nothing so unnatural as the
commonplace."
I smiled and shook my head. "I can quite understand your thinking so." I said. "Of course, in your position
of unofficial adviser and helper to everybody who is absolutely puzzled, throughout three continents, you
are brought in contact with all that is strange and bizarre. But here"--I picked up the morning paper from
the ground--"let us put it to a practical test. Here is the first heading upon which I come. 'A husband's
cruelty to his wife.' There is half a column of print, but I know without reading it that it is all perfectly
familiar to me. There is, of course, the other woman, the drink, the push, the blow, the bruise, the
sympathetic sister or landlady. The crudest of writers could invent nothing more crude." "Indeed, your
example is an unfortunate one for your argument," said Holmes, taking the paper and glancing his eye
down it. "This is the Dundas separation case, and, as it happens, I was engaged in clearing up some small
points in connection with it. The husband was a teetotaler, there was no other woman, and the conduct
complained of was that he had drifted into the habit of winding up every meal by taking out his false
teeth and hurling them at his wife, which, you will allow, is not an action likely to occur to the imagination
of the average story-teller. Take a pinch of snuff, Doctor, and acknowledge that I have scored over you in
your example."
He held out his snuffbox of old gold, with a great amethyst in the centre of the lid. Its splendour was in
such contrast to his homely ways and simple life that I could not help commenting upon it. "Ah," said he,
"I forgot that I had not seen you for some weeks. It is a little souvenir from the King of Bohemia in return
for my assistance in the case of the Irene Adler papers." "And the ring?" I asked, glancing at a remarkable
brilliant which sparkled upon his finger. "It was from the reigning family of Holland, though the matter in
which I served them was of such delicacy that I cannot confide it even to you, who have been good
enough to chronicle one or two of my little problems." "And have you any on hand just now?" I asked with
interest. "Some ten or twelve, but none which present any feature of interest. They are important, you
understand, without being interesting. Indeed, I have found that it is usually in unimportant matters that
there is a field for the observation, and for the quick analysis of cause and effect which gives the charm
to an investigation. The larger crimes are apt to be the simpler, for the bigger the crime the more
obvious, as a rule, is the motive. In these cases, save for one rather intricate matter which has been
referred to me from Marseilles, there is nothing which presents any features of interest.
Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle