I beg pardon.
My last client of the sort was a king.
Oh, really! I had no idea. And which king?
The King of Scandinavia.
What! Had he lost his wife?
You can understand, said Holmes suavely, that I extend to the
affairs of my other clients the same secrecy which I promise to you in
yours.
Of course! Very right! very right! I m sure I beg pardon. As to my own
case, I am ready to give you any information which may assist you in
forming an opinion.
Thank you. I have already learned all that is in the public prints,
nothing more. I presume that I may take it as correct this article, for
example, as to the disappearance of the bride.
Lord St. Simon glanced over it. Yes, it is correct, as far as it
goes.
But it needs a great deal of supplementing before anyone could offer
an opinion. I think that I may arrive at my facts most directly by
questioning you.
Pray do so.
When did you first meet Miss Hatty Doran?
In San Francisco, a year ago.
You were travelling in the States?
Yes.
Did you become engaged then?
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