“There are two very good reasons why she should, under no circumstances, be his wife. In the first place, we are very safe in questioning Mr. Williamson's right to solemnize a marriage.”
“I have been ordained,” cried the old rascal.
“And also unfrocked.”
“Once a clergyman, always a clergyman.”
“I think not. How about the licence?”
“We had a licence for the marriage. I have it here in my pocket.”
“Then you got it by a trick. But, in any case, a forced marriage is no marriage, but it is a very serious felony, as you will discover before you have finished. You'll have time to think the point out during the next ten years or so, unless I am mistaken. As to you, Carruthers, you would have done better to keep your pistol in your pocket.”
“I begin to think so, Mr. Holmes, but when I thought of all the precaution I had taken to shield this girl for I loved her, Mr. Holmes, and it is the only time that ever I knew what love was it fairly drove me mad to think that she was in the power of the greatest brute and bully in South Africa a man whose name is a holy terror from Kimberley to Johannesburg. Why, Mr. Holmes, you'll hardly believe it, but ever since that girl has been in my employment I never once let her go past this house, where I knew the rascals were lurking, without following her on my bicycle, just to see that she came to no harm. I kept my distance from her, and I wore a beard, so that she should not recognise me, for she is a good and high-spirited girl, and she wouldn't have stayed in my employment long if she had thought that I was following her about the country roads.”
“Why didn't you tell her of her danger?”
“Because, then, again, she would have left me, and I couldn't
