It was from the Carlton Club, and dated the evening before. This is what I read:
“Sir James Damery presents his compliments to Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and will call upon him at 4.30 to-morrow. Sir James begs to say that the matter upon which he desires to consult Mr. Holmes is very delicate, and also very important. He trusts, therefore, that Mr. Holmes will make every effort to grant this interview, and that he will confirm it over the telephone to the Carlton Club.”
“I need not say that I have confirmed it, Watson,” said Holmes, as I returned the paper. “Do you know anything of this man Damery?”
“Only that this name is a household word in Society.”
“Well, I can tell you a little more than that. He has rather a reputation for arranging delicate matters which are to be kept out of the papers. You may remember his negotiations with Sir George Lewis over the Hammerford Will case. He is a man of the world with a natural turn for diplomacy. I am bound therefore, to hope that it is not a false scent and that he has some real need for our assistance.”
“Our?”
“Well, if you will be so good, Watson.”
“I shall be honoured.”
“Then you have the hour—four-thirty. Until then we can put the matter out of our heads.”
I was living in my own rooms in Queen Anne Street at the time, but I was round at Baker Street before the time named. Sharp to the half-hour, Colonel Sir James Damery was announced. It is hardly neces-
