“Stolen.”

“My own seal.”

“Imitated.”

“My photograph.”

“Bought.”

“We were both in the photograph.”

“Oh, dear!  That is very bad.  Your majesty has indeed committed an indiscretion.”

“I was mad—­insane.”

“You have compromised yourself seriously.”

“I was only crown prince then.  I was young.  I am but thirty now.”

“It must be recovered.”

“We have tried and failed.”

“Your majesty must pay.  It must be bought.”

“She will not sell.”

“Stolen, then.”

“Five attempts have been made.  Twice burglars in my pay ransacked her house.  Once we diverted her luggage when she traveled.  Twice she has been waylaid.  There has been no result.”

“No sign of it?”

“Absolutely none.”

Holmes laughed.  “It is quite a pretty little problem,” said he.

“But a very serious one to me,” returned the king, reproachfully.

“Very, indeed.  And what does she propose to do with the photograph?”

“To ruin me.”

“But how?”

“I am about to be married.”

“So I have heard.”

“To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meiningen, second daughter of the King of Scandinavia.  You may know the strict principles of her family.  She is herself the very soul of delicacy.  A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct would bring the matter to an end.”

“And Irene Adler?”

“Threatens to send them the photograph.  And she will do it.  I know that she will do it.  You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel.  She has the face of the most beautiful of women and the mind of the most resolute of men.  Rather than I should marry another woman, there are no lengths to which she would not go—­none.”

“You are sure she has not sent it yet?”

“I am sure.”

“And why?”

“Because she has said that she would send it on the day when the betrothal was publicly proclaimed.  That will be next Monday.”

“Oh, then we have three days yet,” said Holmes, with a yawn.  “That is very fortunate, as I have one or two matters of importance to look into just at present.  Your majesty will, of course, stay in London for the present?”

“Certainly.  You will find me at the Langham, under the name of the Count von Kramm.”

“Then I shall drop you a line to let you know how we progress.”

“Pray do so; I shall be all anxiety.”

“Then, as to money?”

“You have carte blanche.”

“Absolutely?”

“I tell you that I would give one of the provinces of my kingdom to have that photograph.”

“And for present expenses?”

The king took a heavy chamois-leather bag from under his cloak, and laid it on the table.

“There are three hundred pounds in gold, and seven hundred in notes,” he said.