Holmes and I were sitting in his apartment on Baker Street and reasoned that “life is incomparably more bizarre than anything that the human imagination can create.” Looking out the window, he stated that he seemed to see one of his future clients. Soon a doorbell rang. An excited woman entered “in a heavy fur-bearing boa, with a large red feather on a broad-brimmed hat fluttered on its side” begged to find the missing bridegroom.
Miss Mary Sutherland lived with her mother and stepfather, Mr. Windibank. From her uncle, she got a small fortune, from which she did not want to be a “burden at home”, she gave to the family, and she earned herself a correspondence by typewriter. After the death of his father, his father’s soldering workshop was
Once the union of the gas pipelines, in which my father used to be, sent his mother tickets for the annual ball, and Miss Sutherland, in spite of her stepfather’s displeasure and taking advantage of his business trip, decided to go along with her. There she met Mr. Gosmer Angel, and soon they began to meet secretly from her stepfather.
“He was very shy, Mr. Holmes, he was more willing to walk with me in the evening than in the daytime, he did not like to draw attention to himself.” He was very reserved and courteous, even his voice was quiet and quiet. ” Where he lives and works, she did not know exactly, and she addressed all letters to the post office on Lednhall Street on demand.
Soon Gosmer proposed to marry. My stepfather was not at home at that time, and my mother persuaded her daughter not to inform him about the wedding, but she still sent a letter that, without finding Mr. Windibank, returned. On the wedding day, the cab, into which the groom sat, surprised the coachman and the assembled people, came to
Holmes advised Miss Sutherland to try to forget Gosmer. He lit a pipe and thought about the case materials, he decided to send two letters: one to the stepfather’s firm, and the other personally to Mr. Wyndbienk with a request to come.
The next day I arrived at Holmes about six o’clock in the evening and immediately inquired about this mysterious story, to which he replied that there was nothing mysterious here. At that moment, Mr. Windibank entered.
“I believe that this letter on the typewriter, in which you promise to come to me at six o’clock in the evening, is written by you?” – asked Holmes and after the affirmative answer stated that the fonts in his reply and the letters of the elusive Gosmer coincide. Windibank, “looking around like a rat caught in a rat-trap” fell on a chair.
Miss Sutherland had a decent income, and that she, having married, did not withdraw this money from the family budget, the stepfather, with the assistance of his wife, decided to play the role of groom. Leaving her before the wedding, Windibank expected that she would not soon recover from the shock and for a while she would not be in love.
“It’s… it’s not a matter of business,” Windibank ventured. At the sight of his brazen smile, Holmes extended his hand to remove the whip from the wall and teach the scoundrel a lesson, but he jumped out of the door and ran off with all his might.
Holmes decided not to inform Miss Sutherland about what had happened, for “it is dangerous to take a tiger from a tigress, and a woman’s misconception”.