“Your Majesty had not spoken before I was aware that I was addressing Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand Duke of Cassel-Felstein, and hereditary King of Bohemia.”“This is indeed a mystery,” I remarked.
the king of bohemia wanted sherlock to find the picture of the king and Irene Alder. So Sherlock complied
Some five years ago, during a lengthy visit to Warsaw, I made the acquaintance of the well-known adventuress, Irene Adler. The name is no doubt familiar to you.”
Sherlock went to her house with a plan to start a fight and fake a injury and looked very haggard
"You can come in my house. I very seldom do this."
FIRE!!! (as he sniggered)
Sherlock created a diversion which was confederate but for a good cause
Oh I know where the photo is
The next day. Sherlock found the picture and read it with fain
“Well, really!” he cried, and then he choked and laughed again until he was obliged to lie back, limp and helpless, in the chair.
“MY DEAR MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES,—You really did it very well. You took me incompletely. Until after the alarm of fire, I had no askance But then, when I found how I had betrayed myself, I began to think. I had been warned against you months ago. I had been told that, if the King employed an agent, it would certainly be you . . .