labour and an ill-service to me. In life or in death, I am ever
your loving,
MARY.
What could she mean by that note, Mr. Holmes? Do you think it points
to suicide?
No, no, nothing of the kind. It is perhaps the best possible solution.
I trust, Mr. Holder, that you are nearing the end of your troubles.
Ha! You say so! You have heard something, Mr. Holmes; you have learned
something! Where are the gems?
You would not think 1000 apiece an excessive sum for them?
I would pay ten.
That would be unnecessary. Three thousand will cover the matter. And
there is a little reward, I fancy. Have you your cheque-book? Here is a
pen. Better make it out for 4000.
With a dazed face the banker made out the required check. Holmes walked
over to his desk, took out a little triangular piece of gold with three
gems in it, and threw it down upon the table.
With a shriek of joy our client clutched it up.
You have it! he gasped. I am saved! I am saved!
The reaction of joy was as passionate as his grief had been, and he
hugged his recovered gems to his bosom.
There is one other thing you owe, Mr. Holder, said Sherlock Holmes
rather sternly.
Owe! He caught up a pen. Name the sum, and I will pay it.
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