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“‘Come, man, come, only three minutes, or it won’t be legal.’

“I was half-dragged up to the altar, and before I knew where I was I

found myself mumbling responses which were whispered in my ear, and

vouching for things of which I knew nothing, and generally assisting in

the secure tying up of Irene Adler, spinster, to Godfrey Norton,

bachelor. It was all done in an instant, and there was the gentleman

thanking me on the one side and the lady on the other, while the

clergyman beamed on me in front. It was the most preposterous position

in which I ever found myself in my life, and it was the thought of it

that started me laughing just now. It seems that there had been some

informality about their license, that the clergyman absolutely refused

to marry them without a witness of some sort, and that my lucky

appearance saved the bridegroom from having to sally out into the

streets in search of a best man. The bride gave me a sovereign, and I

mean to wear it on my watch chain in memory of the occasion.

“This is a very unexpected turn of affairs, said I; “and what then?

“Well, I found my plans very seriously menaced. It looked as if the

pair might take an immediate departure, and so necessitate very prompt

and energetic measures on my part. At the church door, however, they

separated, he driving back to the Temple, and she to her own house. ‘I

shall drive out in the park at five as usual,’ she said as she left

him. I heard no more. They drove away in different directions, and I

went off to make my own arrangements.

“Which are?

“Some cold beef and a glass of beer, he answered, ringing the bell. “I

have been too busy to think of food, and I am likely to be busier still

this evening. By the way, Doctor, I shall want your co-operation.

“I shall be delighted.

“You don’t mind breaking the law?

“Not in the least.

“Nor running a chance of arrest?

“Not in a good cause.

“Oh, the cause is excellent!

“Then I am your man.

“I was sure that I might rely on you.

“But what is it you wish?

“When Mrs. Turner has brought in the tray I will make it clear to you.

Now, he said as he turned hungrily on the simple fare that our

landlady had provided, “I must discuss it while I eat, for I have not

much time. It is nearly five now. In two hours we must be on the scene

of action. Miss Irene, or Madame, rather, returns from her drive at

seven. We must be at Briony Lodge to meet her.

“And what then?

“You must leave that to me. I have already arranged what is to occur.

There is only one point on which I must insist. You must not interfere,

come what may. You understand?

“I am to be neutral?

“To do nothing whatever. There will probably be some small

unpleasantness. Do not join in it. It will end in my being conveyed

into the house. Four or five minutes afterwards the sitting-room window

will open. You are to station yourself close to that open window.

“Yes.

“You are to watch me, for I will be visible to you.

“Yes.

“And when I raise my hand—so—you will throw into the room what I give

you to throw, and will, at the same time, raise the cry of fire. You

quite follow me?

“Entirely.

“It is nothing very formidable, he said, taking a long cigar-shaped

roll from his pocket. “It is an ordinary plumber’s smoke-rocket, fitted

with a cap at either end to make it self-lighting. Your task is

confined to that. When you raise your cry of fire, it will be taken up

by quite a number of people. You may then walk to the end of the

street, and I will rejoin you in ten minutes. I hope that I have made

myself clear?

“I am to remain neutral, to get near the window, to watch you, and at

the signal to throw in this object, then to raise the cry of fire, and

to wait you at the corner of the street.

“Precisely.

“Then you may entirely rely on me.