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The Lord St. Simon marriage, and its curious termination, have long / ceased to be a subject of interest in those exalted circles in which / the unfortunate bridegroom moves. Fresh scandals have eclipsed it, / and their more piquant details have drawn the gossips away from this / four-year-old drama. As I have reason to believe, however, that the / full facts have never been revealed to the general public, and as my / friend Sherlock Holmes had a considerable share in clearing the matter / up, I feel that no memoir of him would be complete without some little / sketch of this remarkable episode.
It was a few weeks before my own marriage, during the days when I was / still sharing rooms with Holmes in Baker Street, that he came home from / an afternoon stroll to find a letter on the table waiting for him. / I had remained in-doors all day, for the weather had taken a sudden / turn to rain, with high autumnal winds, and the jezail bullet which I / had brought back in one of my limbs as a relic of my Afghan campaign, / throbbed with dull persistency. With my body in one easy-chair and my / legs upon another, I had surrounded myself with a cloud of newspapers, / until at last, saturated with the news of the day, I tossed them all / aside and lay listless, watching the huge crest and monogram upon the / envelope upon the table, and wondering lazily who my friend's noble / correspondent could be.