Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle
The Beryl Coronet Page 12
I thought at the time that this might be the maid and her sweetheart, of whom you had already spoken to
me, and inquiry showed it was so. I passed round the garden without seeing anything more than random
tracks, which I took to be the police; but when I got into the stable lane a very long and complex story was
written in the snow in front of me. "There was a double line of tracks of a booted man, and a second
double line which I saw with delight belonged to a man with naked feet. I was at once convinced from
what you had told me that the latter was your son. The first had walked both ways, but the other had run
swiftly, and as his tread was marked in places over the depression of the boot, it was obvious that he had
passed after the other. I followed them up and found they led to the hall window, where Boots had worn
all the snow away while waiting. Then I walked to the other end, which was a hundred yards or more down
the lane. I saw where Boots had faced round, where the snow was cut up as though there had been a
struggle, and, finally, where a few drops of blood had fallen, to show me that I was not mistaken. Boots
had then run down the lane, and another little smudge of blood showed that it was he who had been hurt.
When he came to the highroad at the other end, I found that the pavement had been cleared, so there
was an end to that clue.
"On entering the house, however, I examined, as you remember, the sill and framework of the hall window
with my lens, and I could at once see that someone had passed out. I could distinguish the outline of an
instep where the wet foot had been placed in coming in. I was then beginning to be able to form an
opinion as to what had occurred. A man had waited outside the window; someone had brought the gems;
the deed had been overseen by your son; he had pursued the thief; had struggled with him; they had each
tugged at the coronet, their united strength causing injuries which neither alone could have effected. He
had returned with the prize, but had left a fragment in the grasp of his opponent. So far I was clear. The
question now was, who was the man and who was it brought him the coronet? "It is an old maxim of mine
that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
Now, I knew that it was not you who had brought it down, so there only remained your niece and the
maids. But if it were the maids, why should your son allow himself to be accused in their place? There
could be no possible reason. As he loved his cousin, however, there was an excellent explanation why he
should retain her secret--the more so as the secret was a disgraceful one. When I remembered that you
had seen her at that window, and how she had fainted on seeing the coronet again, my conjecture became
a certainty.
"And who could it be who was her confederate? A lover evidently, for who else could outweigh the love and
gratitude which she must feel to you? I knew that you went out little, and that your circle of friends was a
very limited one. But among them was Sir George Burnwell. I had heard of him before as being a man of
evil reputation among women. It must have been he who wore those boots and retained the missing
gems. Even though he knew that Arthur had discovered him, he might still flatter himself that he was safe,
for the lad could not say a word without compromising his own family. "Well, your own good sense will
suggest what measures I took next. I went in the shape of a loafer to Sir George's house, managed to pick
up an acquaintance with his valet, learned that his master had cut his head the night before, and, finally, at
the expense of six shillings, made all sure by buying a pair of his cast-off shoes. With these I journeyed
down to Streatham and saw that they exactly fitted the tracks." "I saw an ill-dressed vagabond in the lane
yesterday evening," said Mr. Holder. "Precisely. It was I. I found that I had my man, so I came home and
changed my clothes. It was a delicate part which I had to play then, for I saw that a prosecution must be
avoided to avert scandal, and I knew that so astute a villain would see that our hands were tied in the
matter.