This has the feel of a more traditional mystery, even though there wasn’t much of a tradition yet. A wealthy banker is given a beryl coronet, one of the “most precious public possessions of the empire,” as collateral for a loan. Not trusting to keep it in his bank’s safe, he takes it home with him and locks it in his dresser. Because that’s the kind of thing you did back in the day. He also makes sure to tell his niece and wastrel son what he’s doing. That night he discovers his son apparently in the act of stealing the coronet, and has him arrested by the police as a few gems from the coronet have gone missing.
After being told the story, Holmes is convinced that the son is innocent. He then proceeds to solve the case by the usual method of getting out his magnifying glass to examine evidence like footprints, going out on mysterious nighttime excursions, and employing “an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” With regard to that final point, once again I didn’t find this maxim very persuasive, as Holmes never excludes what is impossible but only what is highly unlikely. Few things, after all, are impossible. But as I’ve criticized this maxim enough already, I won’t say more about it here.
I think it’s pretty obvious to most readers what’s going on, as once you’ve excluded the most likely suspect all we’re left with is the niece, who is an emotional girl with a habit of giving herself away. She’s not a bad person, but betrays her uncle the banker because she’s got a crush on a dissolute rake named Burnwell who is in need of money. She loves unwisely and too well. Or as Holmes unhelpfully explains to the uncle, “I have no doubt that she loved you, but there are women in whom the love of a lover extinguishes all other loves, and I think that she must have been one.” I mean, someone has to come first.
It’s a pretty good little mystery, even if nothing stands out about it. I did like how the rake who seduces the niece throws away the gems to a fence for such a low sum. No wonder he’s in such dire straits financially; he doesn’t know the value of anything. I’m afraid Mary has made a bad choice, which inverts the usual way one of these stories ends. And where is poor Mary now? “I think that we may safely say,” returned Holmes, “that she is wherever Sir George Burnwell is. It is equally certain, too, that whatever her sins are, they will soon receive a more than sufficient punishment.” Yikes!
Really! A bank manager who thinks his dresser is safer than his bank’s vault. He deserves to have it stolen.
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That was crazy. But I don’t think banks were as safe back in the day.
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Safer than a dresser I suspect, but it’s just a story, doesn’t really matter.
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It’s a point that critics have been poking fun at for a hundred years. The one I like best is the guy who said the criminals who dug a tunnel into the bank in the story “The Red-Headed League” should have just raided this one since it was easier to rob than a dresser.
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See what happens when you don’t ask for the girl’s hand in marriage? Baaaaaaaaad things….
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Yep. He was a bad ‘un.
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That is why feelings shouldn’t take precedence.
Good luck getting young people to listen though.
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Or old people! You can’t get them to change their minds about anything.
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Now I’m trying to think of something to razz you about, but nothing is springing to mind. Drat early mornings…
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It’s called a senior moment. You’ll find them coming more frequently.
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But I’m not a senior yet. Can you have middle aged moments?
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It’s a foreshadowing. Baby steps. All downhill from here I’m afraid.
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For me, it will be the end when I can’t eat pizza any more.
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I eat a lot less pizza now, and that’s a conscious decision. I used to polish off a full large in one sitting easy, or even more if I went to a Pizza Hut buffet. I probably still can. But I know that’s just not good for me.
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I’m old and I change my mind about things a lot!
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Yeah, take that, AAA!!!!
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You’re an outlier in so many things . . .
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That’s a good thing right?
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Almost always! And certainly in your case.
Did you know that today, May 22, is Sherlock Holmes Day? I didn’t. But nice coincidence with the post.
May 22 is Conan Doyle’s birthday.
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Well Happy Holmes Day to one and all!
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So are we characters in a Holmes’ story then?
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I think Fraggle would have to be Irene Adler. Do you want Holmes or Moriarty?
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I was thinking someone who is in the background. One of the New Scotland Yard guys.
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Oh, so you want a union job do you?
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Yep! Short hours, good pay, none of the risk.
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And Holmes to call on anytime you’re stumped. *sigh*
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Bingo!!!
Why work if he’s already doing it?
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I guess it beats hacking through the bush in the rain.
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Rain day today!
Got my new 50in TV setup and watched 3 stooges for 7hrs.
Awesome 😉
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You don’t work in the rain? Oh what has become of this generation. I thought that would be perfect surveying weather.
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The instruments don’t work when everything is wet. All the glass Fogs over, the laser is difracted and the human component gets grumpy once the underwear gets wet.
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Can’t be too long before we do it all by satellite and AI. Then you’ll miss that wet underwear!
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Even drones can’t fly in the rain. And satellite? Ha! That doesn’t penetrate tree cover at all.
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