Sherlock Holmes and the Room With No Second Door | Sherlock Holmes Mystery Story

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[00:00:02]The young woman who came to Baker Street that November morning had not slept, and she did not pretend otherwise. She arrived before the milk had been delivered, before Mrs. Hudson had drawn the curtains in the sitting room, before the fog had thinned enough to show the railings on the opposite side of the street. She stood on the pavement looking up at the windows of 221B for what Watson, watching from his chair, judged to be a full quarter of an hour before she rang the bell. By then, the lamp behind her in the street had begun to fail in the strengthening daylight, and her face, when she finally turned it up to the door, was the face of a person who had decided something long before she came to ask for help. She did not give her card. She gave only a name, Verity Carwell. She said her father was dead, that the police was satisfied, and that she was not. She said she had been told that Mr. Sherlock Holmes did not refuse cases that troubled him, and she said that her case ought to trouble him because there was something wrong with the room. Holmes lifted his eyes from the chemical apparatus on the deal table. He had been awake for longer than the visitor, and showed it less. He asked her, with a courtesy he reserved for people whose composure was costing them something, what she meant by the word wrong.

[00:01:17]"The room my father died in," she said.

[00:01:20]"It has one door."

[00:01:22]"Most rooms in London," Holmes said gently, "have one door." "Not that one.

[00:01:28]Not originally.

[00:01:30]There used to be a second door in the east wall. I've known it since I was a child. I never asked about it. One does not ask about the things in one's own house.

[00:01:41]But I've always known the wall on that side was wrong.

[00:01:44]It is wrong by a hand's breadth.

[00:01:47]The shelves stand against it as though against a hidden thing. I noticed it when I was 9 years old, and I noticed it again last night when I stood in the room they had just taken my father out of and the second door was still not there.

[00:02:04]Watson said nothing but he set down his newspaper. Holmes considered the woman before him with the attention he gave to objects whose composition was not yet known to him.

[00:02:14]She was perhaps two and 30.

[00:02:16]Her dress was good and unfashionable.

[00:02:19]Her blouse had been mended. Her hair had been put up by a person who was thinking of something else and the thing she had been thinking of was presumably the news of her father's death.

[00:02:30]Yet she had come to Baker Street with a question that was not about her father at all.

[00:02:35]It was about a wall.

[00:02:37]"Tell me about your father." Holmes said.

[00:02:40]"His name was Edmund Carwell.

[00:02:42]He was a physician. He lived in Wimpole Street. He was 68 years old. Yesterday afternoon between 3:00 and 4:00, he wrote a short note, drank an obscure compound from a glass on his desk and died in his chair.

[00:02:58]The compound was a pediatric tincture from his early practice of a sort no one has used since the 50s.

[00:03:05]It had been in a locked drawer in his cabinet.

[00:03:08]He had the only key. The note said only that he was sorry and asked that no one be blamed. "Forgive me." Watson said, "but you describe a clear suicide."

[00:03:19]"I describe the thing that happened."

[00:03:20]Verity Carwell said.

[00:03:22]"I do not describe what it was." She had not raised her voice.

[00:03:26]She did not raise it for the rest of the morning nor for the rest of that case, although there came a moment three days later in a small back parlor in Marylebone when she would speak in a voice so carefully level that Watson would write afterwards that he had never in his life heard a person grieve more quietly or with more anger.

[00:03:46]Holmes asked her what was on her father's desk when he was found. She He each thing, the inkwell, the blotter, the ledger of the day's appointments, a teacup empty of tea, the glass that had held the compound, the note. Holmes asked her about the appointments. She said there had been one. A child of seven brought by her mother for examination.

[00:04:08]The appointment had been canceled by her father at noon by sending the boy around with a card. He had written on the card that he was indisposed and would forward the family to a colleague.

[00:04:18]Three hours later he was dead.

[00:04:22]"And the child?" Holmes said.

[00:04:26]"I do not know who the child was."

[00:04:30]"The name in the ledger is given only as Miss A."

[00:04:34]"The mother's name is not given at all."

[00:04:36]"My father was particular about confidence."

[00:04:39]"And the child's complaint?"

[00:04:42]"It is not written."

[00:04:44]"He never wrote complaints in the appointment ledger." "They went into a separate book in his cabinet." "His own consulting journal." "Do you have it?"

[00:04:52]"No."

[00:04:54]"He had taken it from the cabinet that morning."

[00:04:56]"It was on his desk when [clears throat] he died."

[00:04:59]"I do not know what he did with it after he wrote his note."

[00:05:02]"It was not on the desk when the constables came. It was not in the cabinet. It was not in the room."

[00:05:09]Holmes was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "You came here at half past seven, Miss Carwell, having stood on the pavement since seven. Why did you wait?"

[00:05:18]"Because I was not certain whether I wanted you to find what I am asking you to find." she said.

[00:05:24]That was when Holmes accepted the case.

[00:05:27]The house in Wimpole Street stood three doors from the corner behind a black railed area and a flight of four scrubbed steps. It was a respectable house in a respectable street and its respectability was of the kind that had been earned over 40 years and was wearing in places very thin.

[00:05:45]Watson noted the brass plate beside the door, Edmund Carwell, M.D. The plate had been polished that morning in spite of everything, and the polish had been imperfectly removed from the joins of the lettering, which suggested to Watson that the housekeeper had performed the office automatically before remembering that there was no longer a Dr. Carwell to advertise. The housekeeper opened the door before they had touched the bell.

[00:06:10]She was a tall woman in her 60s with the carriage of a person who had carried other people's troubles for a very long time and had made a kind of dignity out of the carrying.

[00:06:21]Her name, Verity said, was Mrs. Aldridge. She had been in the household for 41 years.

[00:06:28]"41 years next March," Mrs. Aldridge said.

[00:06:32]She showed them into the consulting room. It was on the ground floor at the back, looking out through a single tall window onto a small walled garden in which a plane tree had shed most of its leaves onto the flagstones.

[00:06:44]The room itself was perhaps 18 ft by 14.

[00:06:47]The walls were paneled to shoulder height in dark wood and papered above in a pattern of small dim flowers that had once been blue.

[00:06:56]A desk stood in the center facing the door with a leather-topped chair behind it. To the left of the desk, against the south wall, stood a tall bookcase filled with the bound editions of medical journals that a man of Carwell's profession would accumulate in a working lifetime. Behind the desk, against the north wall, stood a glass-fronted cabinet of the sort used by physicians for instruments and small bottled compounds. To the right of the desk, against the east wall, stood a second bookcase, deeper than the first and lower, on top of which a series of small framed engravings had been arranged in a careful row. It was the east wall that Holmes looked at first. He looked at it for a long time.

[00:07:40]He stepped close to it and ran his fingers along the join where the paneling met the paper, and tapped the wall with one knuckle, listening. He moved to the corner where the wall met the south wall, and measured the distance with a span of his hand.

[00:07:56]He moved to the other corner where the east wall met the north wall, and measured again. He moved the framed engravings on the bookcase, one at a time, and replaced them.

[00:08:07]He did not say anything during this examination, and Verity Caudwell did not say anything either.

[00:08:13]She stood in the doorway with her hands clasped in front of her, watching him.

[00:08:19]"You were correct, Miss Caudwell," Holmes said at length.

[00:08:23]"There was a door here. The wall has been thickened by approximately 4 in.

[00:08:28]The original door has been bricked, plastered, and papered over.

[00:08:32]The work was well done. It would have been done by a man who knew what he was doing, and who was not in a hurry.

[00:08:38]I should say it was done not less than 30 years ago." "I am 32," Verity said.

[00:08:45]"Then it was done before you were born."

[00:08:47]"Yes."

[00:08:48]"And no one has spoken of it in your hearing?"

[00:08:51]"No one. Not my mother, not my father, not Mrs. Aldridge, not the cousins who came at Christmas, not the porters, not the patients.

[00:09:01]The room on the other side of that wall has been for the whole of my life a room I was not told about.

[00:09:08]What is in the room on the other side of that wall now?

[00:09:11]A box room. Storage.

[00:09:14]Old furniture, old linen. The door to it is reached from the hall.

[00:09:19]It is always locked. My mother has the key.

[00:09:23]Has she ever used it?

[00:09:24]Not in my memory.

[00:09:26]Holmes stood for a moment with his hand against the papered wall as though listening for something on the other side of it.

[00:09:32]Then he turned and looked at the desk.

[00:09:35]The desk was as Verity had described it.

[00:09:38]The constables had taken away the glass and the note.

[00:09:41]The blotter was still in its place.

[00:09:43]The ledger of appointments was open to the page of yesterday's date. The canceled appointment in Carwell's small exact hand was indicated by a thin line drawn through the entry. Mrs. A, Miss A, 8:7:3 o'clock. Beside it, in the margin, in the same hand, in pencil that had been pressed harder than the pen, was a single word, half rubbed out, and yet still legible to the patient eye, no.

[00:10:09]Watson, looking over Holmes's shoulder, read the word and felt, for reasons he could not articulate, the first cold movement of something that was not yet suspicion, but was certainly not peace.

[00:10:20]I should like, before this story goes further, for you to stay with me a little longer than you might be inclined to stay with another.

[00:10:28]There is a kind of mystery, my friends, that is not unraveled by the discovery of a hidden door, but only by the discovery of why a man chose to brick one up.

[00:10:39]We are not in this room looking for the person who killed Edmund Carwell. We are looking for the person Edmund Carwell was behind the wall he made of himself.

[00:10:49]Settle in.

[00:10:50]Let the fog move past the window. We are not in a hurry. Holmes asked Mrs. Aldridge, in his quietest manner, whether she would oblige him by sitting down for a moment.

[00:11:00]She sat in the patient's chair beside the desk and folded her hands.

[00:11:04]Her hands were red at the knuckles and very still.

[00:11:08]Mrs. Mrs. Aldridge, Holmes said, "I shall not ask you to break any confidence you do not wish to break. I shall ask you only one question, and you may answer or decline.

[00:11:19]When was the door in the east wall closed?" She looked at him without surprise.

[00:11:24]She had, Watson saw, been waiting 40 years to be asked.

[00:11:28]"In the spring of '51," she said, "March.

[00:11:32]I had been in the house 3 weeks. The Mason came on a Tuesday.

[00:11:37]He worked for 2 days.

[00:11:39]The doctor moved the bookcase against the wall on the Thursday evening after the plaster had cured.

[00:11:45]He stood the engravings on it himself.

[00:11:48]I remember he could not get them straight.

[00:11:51]He stood there an hour moving them. I brought him his tea twice and he did not see me either time. And what was the room behind the door?

[00:11:59]The housekeeper but did not answer at once. When she did, she spoke as though she were reading aloud from a page she had read many times. "It was the nursery," she said. "It was Lillian's nursery." Lillian was a child of the household. Lillian was their daughter, their first child. She was 7 years old.

[00:12:19]She died in the early hours of the 7th of March, 1851.

[00:12:24]And the door was closed 3 weeks later. 3 weeks to the day. Verity Carwell, who had been standing in the doorway, sat down very slowly on the edge of the bookcase.

[00:12:35]She did not weep. She put her hand to her mouth as a person does who has been told something the hand was already prepared to receive and held it there for some seconds before lowering it again. "I had a sister," she said. "You had a sister?" Mrs. Aldridge said. "Why was I not told?" "I do not know, miss. I never asked. It was not my place to ask.

[00:12:59]It was understood when I came into the house that the child had been and was not and that she was not spoken of.

[00:13:05]By the time you were born 11 years later, the not speaking of her had become the shape of the household. I do not know how one would have begun.

[00:13:14]One does not begin.

[00:13:17]Watson, watching Verity Carwell at that moment, would write later in his private notebook, "She did not look like a woman who had lost her father. She looked like a woman who had just been informed that a portion of her life had been a fiction in which she had been an unwitting participant.

[00:13:35]There was no anger in her face. There was instead a stillness so absolute that I thought for one foolish moment that she had stopped breathing.

[00:13:46]Holmes asked with the same gentleness where Mrs. Carwell, the mother, was now.

[00:13:51]"In her room." Mrs. Aldridge said. "She has been in her room since they took the doctor out. She has not asked for anything. She will not ask. She has been waiting, I think, to be told whether she is now permitted to come down."

[00:14:06]"Permitted by whom?" "By the house, sir."

[00:14:09]"Or by her own habit. It is the same thing now in this house. It has been the same thing for a very long time." Holmes did not press her further. He thanked her, and she rose, and she went out of the room, and they heard her go down the passage to the kitchen with the same, even step with which she had come in.

[00:14:28]He turned then to Verity Carwell, who had not moved from the bookcase.

[00:14:33]"Miss Carwell," he said, "I must ask you something difficult. May I see your father's consulting journal?"

[00:14:40]"Not the one that was on his desk yesterday. The earlier one.

[00:14:44]The one for the year of '51."

[00:14:47]She looked up at him.

[00:14:49]"I do not know if such a thing has been kept." "I think it has been kept. I think it has been kept for 40 years in the locked cabinet behind the desk with the bottle from which he drank yesterday afternoon. I think he removed both at the same time yesterday when the appointment was made for 3:00.

[00:15:07]I think the journal is in this room."

[00:15:10]She rose without a word and crossed to the cabinet.

[00:15:13]The cabinet was locked. She produced from the pocket of her dress a small brass key of a kind that fits a cabinet drawer.

[00:15:22]"He gave me this," she said, "when I came of age.

[00:15:25]He told me it was the key to his cabinet. He said that one day, when I was older, he would tell me what was in it.

[00:15:32]He never told me.

[00:15:34]I have never opened it.

[00:15:36]I assumed it was instruments."

[00:15:38]She unlocked the cabinet. On the lower shelf, behind the rows of small bottles, lay a leather-bound book.

[00:15:45]She drew it out and laid it on the desk.

[00:15:48]The leather was dark with age, and the corners were worn through to the board beneath. The clasp had been broken, and recently.

[00:15:58]Holmes touched the broken clasp with one finger.

[00:16:01]"He broke this himself yesterday," he said. "He did not have the key to the clasp. The key was not his. I should think it was your mother's."

[00:16:11]Verity Carwell said nothing. She opened the book.

[00:16:15]It contained, in the small exact hand they had seen in the appointment ledger, the case notes of Dr. Edmund Carwell from August of 1850 to October of 1851.

[00:16:27]The entries were brief, professional, unsentimental. They concerned the children of the families whose physician he then was.

[00:16:35]The penultimate entry, dated the 4th of March, 1851, was longer than the others.

[00:16:40]Holmes turned the book towards Watson, who read it aloud because Verity Carwell, when she tried to read it, found that her voice would not come. The entry read, "Lillian. Fever continues.

[00:16:52]Throat much affected. Hayland called in this morning at H's insistence. He examined her 10 minutes and pronounced it diphtheria.

[00:17:01]Advised tracheotomy if breathing should worsen in the night, and the new antitoxin, of which he says he can procure a quantity by tomorrow.

[00:17:10]I told him I disagreed. The membrane is not characteristic. The progression is wrong. It is scarlatina and a particularly fierce form and we shall meet it as we have met scarlatina before.

[00:17:25]Hayland was offensive.

[00:17:27]He spoke in front of H, which I thought ungentlemanly.

[00:17:31]H wept. I sent him away. I am her father and her physician.

[00:17:36]I have not been wrong in 19 years of practice and I am not wrong now. The final entry, dated the 7th of March 1851, was a single line.

[00:17:48]It read, "Lillian gone at 4:00 this morning.

[00:17:52]I cannot write what I must write."

[00:17:54]Watson closed the book.

[00:17:56]The fog had thinned. Through the tall window, the plane tree in the garden showed its bare branches against a sky the color of old pewter.

[00:18:05]Somewhere in the house a clock struck the half hour and somewhere else, very faintly, a door closed. Beretty Carwell sat in the patient's chair where the housekeeper had sat 10 minutes before and looked at the cabinet from which the book had come and looked at the wall behind which her sister had died and did not weep. "He was wrong," she said.

[00:18:26]"Yes," Holmes said.

[00:18:29]"He was wrong and Hayland was right and he did not call him back."

[00:18:33]"No."

[00:18:35]"And she died of it."

[00:18:37]"She died of it."

[00:18:39]"She died of it."

[00:18:41]"And he closed the door."

[00:18:44]"He closed the door three weeks later.

[00:18:47]I should think he closed it because he could not pass it without being unable to continue. I should think your mother permitted it for the same reason. I should think they have lived for 40 years on either side of that wall and that the wall has been for them the thing they have agreed not to speak of."

[00:19:04]"Is that why he killed himself?"

[00:19:06]"It is not the whole of why. It is the foundation. There is more. I shall need to speak with Dr. Hayland.

[00:19:14]And I shall need at some point to speak with your mother, but only when she is willing.

[00:19:20]She will not be willing.

[00:19:24]Then I shall not speak with her.

[00:19:27]Verity Carwell put her hands flat on the desk and looked at them as though they were objects she had not seen before.

[00:19:35]I have a sister, she said.

[00:19:39]You had a sister, Watson said very gently.

[00:19:42]No, she said.

[00:19:46]I have one. One does not stop having had a person.

[00:19:50]I have a sister, and her name was Lily Anne, and she was seven, and she died because my father could not bear to be told he was wrong by Dr. Hayland in front of my mother.

[00:20:00]She lifted her hands from the desk. I'm 32 years old, Mr. Holmes, and I have just been introduced to my sister, and I do not know yet whether I am angry with my father, or with my mother, or with the house, or with myself for not having asked. Will you give me a moment?

[00:20:19]Take all the moments you require, Holmes said. He and Watson went out into the hall and stood together by the foot of the stairs. From above came the sound of a single quiet movement, the shifting of a chair, perhaps, in a room where someone had been sitting for a long time without moving.

[00:20:35]Watson, who had been a soldier, recognized the sound. It was the sound a person makes when they realize after some hours that they are still alive.

[00:20:45]Dr. Hayland kept his consulting room in Cavendish Square, although he was retired and saw no patients. He had kept the room, he said, because a man who had spent 50 years in a room did not, at 73, know what to do with himself outside of it. He received Holmes and Watson the same afternoon in a room as severe and orderly as his own person. He was a small, dry, exact man with the white hair of a man who had earned it and the eyes of a man who had been disliked in his profession because he was usually correct.

[00:21:18]He listened to Holmes's account of the case without interrupting.

[00:21:22]When Holmes had finished, he sat for some time looking at his hands.

[00:21:26]"I have not spoken to Edmund Carwell," he said, "since the 8th of March, 1851."

[00:21:33]"40 years," Holmes said.

[00:21:36]"40 years and 7 months."

[00:21:38]"He passed me in the street on three occasions during that period.

[00:21:42]He turned his face away each time."

[00:21:45]"I did not insist."

[00:21:48]"Why?" Holmes said.

[00:21:50]Hayland considered the question.

[00:21:52]"Because I was the man who had been right," he said. "And he was the man who had been wrong. And the wrong had cost him his daughter.

[00:22:01]There is no friendship that survives that.

[00:22:04]There is no profession that survives it.

[00:22:07]He could not look at me without seeing what he had done. I could not look at him without being the witness of what he had done.

[00:22:14]We were of no use to each other anymore.

[00:22:17]So, we ceased."

[00:22:18]"You have never spoken of it."

[00:22:21]"To whom would I have spoken?

[00:22:23]His wife?

[00:22:24]His servants? The Royal College? It was a private matter. He was a respected physician.

[00:22:31]He went on being a respected physician.

[00:22:34]He was in fact an excellent physician after that.

[00:22:37]I believe he was never wrong again. I believe he could not afford to be." "Was he offered a knighthood this year?"

[00:22:45]"He was."

[00:22:46]"He had refused two previous."

[00:22:49]"I understand he had accepted this one."

[00:22:52]"I read of it in The Times. I was glad for him.

[00:22:55]I had not stopped being glad for him in 40 years. That is the worst of it. I'd only stopped being known by him.

[00:23:04]There was a long silence. Watson, who would write of this interview later as one of the most painful conversations of his career, observed that Hayland's hands throughout the conversation did not move.

[00:23:18]"Hayland," Holmes said at last.

[00:23:20]"Yesterday afternoon between 2:00 and 3:00, did anyone call upon you?"

[00:23:26]"Yes," Hayland said. "A young woman called upon me.

[00:23:30]She did not give her name.

[00:23:32]She asked me a single question, and when I had answered it, she went away."

[00:23:37]"What was the question?"

[00:23:38]"She asked me whether, in the spring of '51, I had attended a child of seven called Lillian Carwell, and whether on that occasion my diagnosis had been overruled by her father."

[00:23:50]"And you told her?"

[00:23:52]"I told her I had waited 40 years to be asked.

[00:23:57]I do not think it would have been honorable to refuse."

[00:24:01]"Did you describe the young woman?"

[00:24:04]"She was perhaps 2 and 30.

[00:24:06]She wore a gray dress and mended gloves.

[00:24:09]She had her father's eyes. I knew at once whose daughter she was. I did not say so. I answered her question, and she thanked me, and she went away.

[00:24:19]She did not weep. I admired her for that.

[00:24:23]I believe she had wept already before she came." Holmes rose. He sent Hayland with a courtesy that Watson recognized as the courtesy Holmes reserved for men he respected and would not patronize.

[00:24:36]Hayland walked them to the door himself.

[00:24:39]"Mr. Mafferton," Holmes he said on the step, "I have lived 40 years with the knowledge that I was right, and that being right cost a man his daughter and his friendship. And I now perceive his life. I should be grateful if in your final account of this matter you would consider whether being right is always to be preferred to being kind.

[00:25:01]I have considered it. I have not arrived at an answer. I leave the question with you as the only person I know who might be sufficiently uninvolved to think about it clearly.

[00:25:13]He shut the door.

[00:25:16]Watson said nothing on the cab ride back to Wimpole Street. Holmes also said nothing until they were within sight of the house, at which point he said in a low voice that was almost to himself, "She made the appointment. She, Verity, she made the appointment.

[00:25:33]There was no Mrs. A. There was no child of seven. The appointment was a fiction designed to put her father in the position of having to receive that afternoon a child of seven with a sore throat.

[00:25:46]She intended him to face the choice he had failed in 1851.

[00:25:51]She intended him to receive Helen's diagnosis of 40 years before in the form of a patient he could not refuse. She intended, I think, to confess after the appointment had taken place and to confront him with the fact that she now knew.

[00:26:06]She did not intend him to die.

[00:26:08]Then, who canceled the appointment?

[00:26:11]He did. He saw the entry in his book. He saw the words Miss A 8 7. He understood at once, although perhaps not all that he understood.

[00:26:21]He canceled the appointment cuz he could not bear to receive the patient.

[00:26:26]He took the consulting journal from the cabinet. He broke the clasp, which was his wife's, because he did not have the key and could not ask her for it.

[00:26:34]He read the entry of the 4th of March.

[00:26:37]He read the entry of the 7th of March.

[00:26:39]He drew in the margin of the appointment ledger a single word in pencil, "No."

[00:26:44]He drank the compound.

[00:26:46]He died in his chair.

[00:26:48]He left a note, of which the relevant portion, you will recall, was a request that no one be blamed. He knew it was verity.

[00:26:56]He knew it was verity. He knew because the appointment had been made by no patient of his in the hand of no clerk in his employ on a day on which his daughter had access to the appointment ledger, which is kept on the desk in his consulting room, to which she has the run of the house. He knew it because no other person in the world had the motive, and he knew it because, I believe, he had been waiting for it for some years.

[00:27:25]Waiting for it.

[00:27:27]Waiting for it.

[00:27:31]Waiting for the moment when his surviving daughter would find out and would come to him with it. He had perhaps imagined her coming to him in conversation.

[00:27:41]He had not imagined her doing it through the appointment book. The appointment book was, I suspect, more than he could bear because it forced him to play the part of the failed physician in his own consulting room one last time with himself as both the doctor in error and the patient dying. It was an elegant piece of cruelty, if cruelty was what she intended.

[00:28:04]I do not believe cruelty was what she intended.

[00:28:07]I believe she intended a kind of ferocious cornered honesty, but I doubt she will be able to distinguish those two things in the years to come, and that will be her portion.

[00:28:18]Does she know yet that she has killed him?

[00:28:21]She has not killed him. He has killed himself after 40 years of practicing not being wrong when faced for the first time with the prospect of being unable to perform that practice in front of his own daughter. The nearest she has come to killing him is to ask him a question.

[00:28:38]We do not yet in this country hang people for asking questions, but she will not need our laws to do the work.

[00:28:45]She will do the work herself. The cab stopped before the house in Wimpole Street.

[00:28:51]"Holmes," Watson said, "what will you tell her?"

[00:28:55]"I will tell her the truth," Holmes said. "She has paid for it. I should like to ask you before we go back into the house to think for a moment about the thing Hayland left with us on his step.

[00:29:07]Whether being right is always to be preferred to being kind it is not a question any of us in this story will answer and it is not a question I shall answer for you.

[00:29:18]It is the kind of question that does not want an answer. It wants only to be held in the mind for a while on a quiet evening with the lamp turned low while a story is told around it.

[00:29:30]Hold it now if you will. Carry it through what follows. We will come back to it at the end although by then it will have changed its shape as such questions do.

[00:29:40]Verity Cowell received them in the drawing-room on the first floor. She had washed her face.

[00:29:46]"She had eaten," Mrs. Aldridge said, "half a slice of bread."

[00:29:50]She had not slept.

[00:29:52]She had been sitting when they came in in a chair by the window looking down at the street. She rose when they entered and she did not sit down again until Holmes had asked her to.

[00:30:03]Holmes told her what he had told Watson in the cab.

[00:30:06]He did not soften it.

[00:30:08]He did not accelerate it. He went through it as though he were reading aloud the report of a chemical analysis.

[00:30:14]She listened without moving. When he had finished she sat for some time looking at her hands in the same way she had looked at them in the consulting room that morning.

[00:30:25]Then she said, "How did you know I went to Hayland?"

[00:30:29]"He told me.

[00:30:30]He did not betray you. He said only that a young woman had called and asked her question and gone.

[00:30:36]I had already known by then that the appointment had been made by you.

[00:30:41]The visit to Hayland was the thing that confirmed how long you had known. How long had I known? Some years.

[00:30:48]It is in the way you spoke of your father this morning. People who have only just lost their faith in a person do not speak of them with a particular kind of fierce defending affection you used. That is the language of a person who has already done their grieving and has settled it in some part of themselves.

[00:31:04]I should say not less than five years and probably nearer 10.

[00:31:08]11, she said. I found the journal 11 years ago. I was 21.

[00:31:14]I was looking for a record of my own childhood illnesses because I thought I might be sickening for something and I did not want to ask him.

[00:31:22]I found it in his cabinet.

[00:31:24]The cabinet was open. He had been called out and he had not locked it.

[00:31:30]I read the entries. I put the book back.

[00:31:32]I said nothing.

[00:31:35]For 11 years.

[00:31:37]For 11 years, I told myself a great many things in those years.

[00:31:43]I told myself I was not certain. I told myself the entry might be misread.

[00:31:48]I told myself it was a long time ago and that he had been a good father to me and that whatever had been the case in 1851, the man I knew in 1890 was not the man who had written those words. I told myself my mother's silence was grief.

[00:32:05]I told myself my mother's silence was illness.

[00:32:08]I told myself my mother's silence was nothing in particular.

[00:32:13]She looked up. I have known for 11 years that I had a sister and that my father had let her die and that my mother had spent the rest of her life in the same house with him without ever, so far as I could tell, holding him to it. And I have not in those 11 years been able to decide whether to do anything about it.

[00:32:34]And then this autumn and then this autumn he was offered the knighthood.

[00:32:39]And I read in the newspaper that he had accepted. And I sat in this room, in this chair, and I thought, he's going to be knighted by the Queen for his lifetime of service to the children of London. And the only person in the whole of England who knows what he did to one of those children is me. And if I do not speak, no one will ever speak, and he will go to his grave as Sir, and Lillian will go on not having existed.

[00:33:04]I thought that. I thought it for a fortnight.

[00:33:08]And then I made the appointment. You wrote it in his book yourself.

[00:33:12]Yes.

[00:33:13]I did it last Saturday when he was at his club. I knew his hand.

[00:33:17]I've known his hand since I learned to write. I did not write the appointment to deceive him. I wrote it to make him know that I knew.

[00:33:26]I expected him to find it and to come to me and to ask.

[00:33:29]I had imagined a hundred conversations.

[00:33:32]None of them ended as this has ended.

[00:33:35]Did you ever consider, Watson said, going to him without the appointment book?

[00:33:40]Speaking to him directly?

[00:33:42]Yes.

[00:33:43]Verity said, I considered it for 11 years. I did not do it because I did not know how. He was my father.

[00:33:52]We did not have in this house the language for that conversation.

[00:33:55]We had the language for medicine, for politics, for the household accounts, for the weather, for the church.

[00:34:01]We did not have the language for Did you let my sister die? I did not know how to begin a sentence that contained those words. So, I made an appointment instead. And now, now, she said, I have made him face it.

[00:34:16]And he has not faced it. He has done what he has done all his life when faced with the prospect of being seen as wrong.

[00:34:25]He has removed himself from the room.

[00:34:27]He has bricked another door.

[00:34:31]She was quiet for a moment. Then she said very slowly, "I think I have been a foolish person, Mr. Holmes. I think I believed that if I made him understand, he would want to be understood.

[00:34:43]I think I believed that the truth would matter to him because it mattered to me.

[00:34:48]I did not allow for the possibility that he had spent 40 years arranging his life so that the truth could not reach him, and that when it did reach him, he would have nothing left to meet it with." "You did not know him as well as that."

[00:35:02]Holmes said, "It would have required cruelty to know him as well as that. I should have been cruel."

[00:35:08]"No, you should not. He would have been alive." "Yes. He would have been alive in the room he had built for himself, alone, as he had been for 40 years.

[00:35:20]I do not know whether that is what one would wish for him."

[00:35:23]She looked at him.

[00:35:25]"Do you mean that he is better off dead?"

[00:35:27]"No.

[00:35:28]I mean that his being alive was, for him, a particular kind of effort, and that I am not certain I am qualified to say whether he was relieved to set it down. I am not in the business of judging the dead. I'm in the business of explaining them. I have done that. The judging is for those who loved them."

[00:35:48]She put her face in her hands.

[00:35:50]She did not weep.

[00:35:52]After a long time, she lowered her hands and said, "I should like to see my mother now."

[00:35:58]Holmes rose.

[00:35:59]"Then we shall leave you."

[00:36:01]"No," she said. "I should like you to come with me.

[00:36:05]I do not wish to be alone in the room where I tell my mother that I know."

[00:36:09]Mrs. Carwell, Helena Carwell, sat in a small back parlor on the first floor, in an armchair that had been positioned by long use to face the window.

[00:36:20]She did not turn when the door opened.

[00:36:22]She had been a tall woman once.

[00:36:24]She was now a small one, pulled inward by the long discipline of taking up no more space than she had been given.

[00:36:31]She wore a dress of dark gray silk that had been good 20 years before.

[00:36:35]Her hair was white and very neat. Her hands on the arms of the chair were quiet. She did not seem surprised that her daughter had brought two strangers into the parlor.

[00:36:45]She did not seem surprised by anything.

[00:36:47]Verity sat on the low ottoman beside her mother's chair. She put her hand on her mother's hand.

[00:36:55]Her mother did not move.

[00:36:57]"Mama," she said, "I know about Lillian."

[00:37:02]The room was very quiet.

[00:37:05]The fire had burnt down to a glow.

[00:37:07]From the street below came the sound of a horse going by slowly and the clink of its harness.

[00:37:13]Mrs. Carwell did not turn her head.

[00:37:17]"I have known," Verity said, "for 11 years. I read his journal. I read the entry. I've never spoken of it.

[00:37:26]Yesterday I made him face it, and he did not face it.

[00:37:29]And he is dead."

[00:37:31]"I'm sorry, Mama.

[00:37:33]I'm so terribly sorry."

[00:37:37]It was a long time before Mrs. Carwell spoke. When she did, her voice was lower than Watson had expected and very steady.

[00:37:46]"He was going to be knighted," she said.

[00:37:48]"Yes.

[00:37:50]I had thought I should be permitted this year to refuse to attend the ceremony. I had been considering for some months what I should give as my reason.

[00:37:59]I had not arrived at one."

[00:38:02]"Mama."

[00:38:03]"I never spoke of her," Mrs. Carwell said, "after the 15th of March, 1851.

[00:38:10]Not because I had forgiven him.

[00:38:12]I had not. Not because I had forgotten her.

[00:38:16]I had not.

[00:38:17]I never spoke of her because the speaking of her was the only weapon I had against him, and I refused to use it.

[00:38:24]I refused to use it because I did not wish to be that kind of woman. I did not wish to spend the rest of my life punishing a man with the name of a child.

[00:38:34]So, I kept her name.

[00:38:36]I kept it as a person keeps a coin in a pocket. I kept it for myself.

[00:38:41]He bricked the door.

[00:38:43]I let him brick it.

[00:38:44]He never spoke of her.

[00:38:46]I never spoke of her.

[00:38:47]We lived in this house for 40 years, and we did not speak of her, and neither of us forgot her for one day. Mama, why did you not tell me?

[00:38:58]For the first time, Mrs. Carwell turned her head. She looked at her daughter as though seeing her, perhaps, for the first time in some years.

[00:39:07]"Because I was afraid," she said, "that if I told you, you would do what you have done." Verity's face did not change, but Watson saw very clearly the moment in which something in her gave way. She bent forward over her mother's hand and pressed her forehead against it, and she stayed there for some time, and her mother, after a moment, lifted her free hand and placed it on the back of her daughter's head very lightly, as a person touches something they have not been permitted to touch for a long time.

[00:39:38]Mrs. Carwell looked across her daughter's bowed head at Holmes. "Will there be anything," she said, "in the newspapers?"

[00:39:46]"There will be a brief notice," Holmes said.

[00:39:49]"Suicide while in temporary affliction of the mind. The verdict at the inquest will reflect that.

[00:39:57]There will be no mention of Lillian.

[00:39:59]There will be no mention of Dr. Heyland.

[00:40:02]There will be no mention of your daughter's appointment.

[00:40:05]That part of it concerns no one outside this room."

[00:40:09]"Thank you."

[00:40:11]"It is not a kindness, Mrs. Carwell, it is the truth. The death is a private matter. The cause behind the death is a private matter.

[00:40:20]The world has no claim on it.

[00:40:22]It would have made a fine scandal, she said.

[00:40:26]Sir Edmund Carwell, knight elect, dead by his own hand.

[00:40:31]The Strand papers would have made it last a week.

[00:40:34]They would have written about my dress at the funeral.

[00:40:37]They would have written about my daughter's grief. They would have written about Helen's silence.

[00:40:43]She smiled very faintly for the first and only time. It is perhaps the only thing he ever did for me without being asked.

[00:40:51]To die quietly.

[00:40:53]She said nothing else.

[00:40:55]After a few minutes, Holmes and Watson rose and left the room.

[00:40:59]Verity did not rise. They closed the door.

[00:41:03]We are nearly at the end of this.

[00:41:05]Stay with me a little longer.

[00:41:07]There are some things still to be said and some that will not be said. The not saying, you will perhaps have learned by now, is also the story.

[00:41:17]Holmes and Watson walked back to Baker Street through the afternoon. The fog had come up again and the lamps were already being lit.

[00:41:25]Although it was not yet 4:00.

[00:41:28]Watson said after a long silence.

[00:41:32]He could have been forgiven.

[00:41:34]Yes.

[00:41:36]If he had only said it.

[00:41:38]To his wife.

[00:41:39]To Helen.

[00:41:41]To anyone.

[00:41:43]Yes. Why did he not? Because he could not afford to, Holmes said. He had built a life on the proposition that he was not the kind of man who let a child die through his pride.

[00:41:55]He had built it for 40 years. The walls of that life were his bookshelves and his journals and his patience and his refusals of knighthoods and his quiet evenings in the consulting room and his silences with his wife. There was no door in that life through which the truth could enter without bringing the whole building down.

[00:42:16]He had bricked over the only door in 1851, and he had spent the rest of his life standing in the room he had made of himself with no second door. When his daughter put the appointment in his book yesterday, she was not asking him to admit to a thing 40 years old. She was asking him to step out of a room that had no exit. He could not do it. He did the only other thing he could do.

[00:42:41]It is a terrible kind of pride.

[00:42:44]It is the commonest kind.

[00:42:46]It is the kind that does not look like pride from the inside.

[00:42:50]From the inside, it looks like duty.

[00:42:53]It looks like dignity. It looks like the right ordering of a life. It is the pride of the man who cannot afford to be seen to have failed because his profession, his marriage, his standing, his understanding of himself all rest on the proposition that he has not.

[00:43:10]We meet such men every day, Watson. They are bankers and bishops and barristers and physicians. They are good husbands, mostly. They are good fathers. They are even, in the technical sense, good men.

[00:43:22]They have only the one room and the one door, and they cannot pass through it and they will die when they die inside it. And Verity, Verity is a different kind of person. She has spent 11 years waiting for the door to open from his side. It did not. She forced it. The door did not open. The man behind it died. She will have to live with that.

[00:43:46]She has the strength to live with it.

[00:43:48]She is, as her mother said, a person who does not wish to be that kind of woman.

[00:43:53]She will not be. She will, I think in time, do something useful with what she now knows.

[00:43:59]She will not become her father. She will not become her mother, either. She will become some third thing, which I cannot yet predict, but which I do not fear for.

[00:44:10]And Hayland? Hayland will go on as he has gone on.

[00:44:14]He has been the witness for 40 years. He will be the witness for whatever years remain to him.

[00:44:21]He has earned his quiet.

[00:44:24]And we Holmes, what do we do with this?

[00:44:27]We go home. We have tea.

[00:44:30]We do not speak of it again, except when you write it up, which you will in due course, and then only in such a way as does not name them.

[00:44:38]The Carwells' suffering belongs to the Carwells.

[00:44:41]We have only borrowed it for an afternoon.

[00:44:44]They walked on through the thickening fog.

[00:44:47]Some way along Marylebone Road, Watson said, "The room with no second door."

[00:44:52]"Yes."

[00:44:54]"He built it himself."

[00:44:56]"He built it himself."

[00:44:58]"A man may build a house with many rooms, Watson, and walk through it freely all his life, and yet there would be one room in him somewhere, with the door bricked over and the bookcase pushed against it and the engravings carefully arranged on the top. He goes about his work and he raises his children, and he refuses his knighthoods, and he accepts his last knighthood, and he comes home in the evening, and he sits in his chair, and the room is still there behind the wall, and he is still in it. We, none of us know who among the people we sit with in our drawing rooms has such a room in him. We, none of us know which of us will be asked one day to step into it and which of us will refuse, and which of us will go in and not come out."

[00:45:43]"You are bleak this evening."

[00:45:46]"I am tired. It is not the same thing."

[00:45:49]They reached Baker Street as the last light was leaving the sky. Mrs. Hudson had laid the fire. There was a letter on the hall table from a Duchess in Hampshire whose pearls had gone missing and whose nerves, by the tone of the letter, had gone with them.

[00:46:03]Holmes glanced at it and laid it down and did not, that evening, open it. He sat by the fire for a long time without speaking, with his pipe unlit in his hand, and Watson did not disturb him.

[00:46:17]Some weeks later, in the spring, Watson received a short letter from Verity Carwell.

[00:46:23]She had moved from Wimpole Street. Her mother had moved with her. They were living in a smaller house in a quieter square.

[00:46:30]The Wimpole Street house had been sold to a young surgeon and his wife, who had two children, and who had asked, before signing the papers, whether the box room on the ground floor, the one approached from the hall, might be opened up into the consulting room, as it was awkward not to have access through. Verity had said yes. The new owners had taken down the bookcase and the engravings, and had broken through the wall, and had installed a fine new door, painted white, in the place where the old one had been bricked. Verity wrote that she had walked through the new door on the day of the work, before the papers were signed. She had stood in what had once been the nursery. It was empty. It had been a box room for 40 years, and before that it had been a child's bedroom for 7 years, and the 7 years and the 40 years had left no visible mark. There had been, she wrote, only the smell of old plaster and new paint, and the light from the window, and the sound of the workmen in the hall.

[00:47:30]She had stood there for a long time. She had not wept. She had said her sister's name aloud once in the empty room, because no one had ever said it in that room since the 7th of March 1851.

[00:47:42]And it had seemed to her that someone ought to. Then she had gone out through the new door and closed it behind her.

[00:47:50]And she had not gone back.

[00:47:52]She had ended the letter, I do not know, Dr. Watson, whether what I did to my father was right.

[00:47:59]I shall not know, I think, in this life.

[00:48:02]But I know that I have a sister, and that her name was Lilyan, and that she was seven, and that she lived in a room which now has two doors.

[00:48:11]That is the only thing I have managed to mend.

[00:48:15]I shall be grateful for it, I believe, until I die. Watson read the letter twice and put it in his desk, and did not show it to Holmes for many years, until Holmes was old and had retired to his bees, and had asked one evening, over the brandy, whether Watson remembered the case of the physician in Wimpole Street. Then Watson had taken the letter from his desk and given it to him. And Holmes had read it once, slowly, and had folded it, and had said, "She has done better than her father did.

[00:48:45]She has done better than most of us do."

[00:48:47]He handed the letter back. He had not spoken of the case again.

[00:48:52]"There are some questions," Halant had said on his step in Cavendish Square, "that do not want an answer.

[00:48:58]Whether being right is always to be preferred to being kind. Whether the demand for truth from the unwilling is itself a kind of cruelty, even when it is owed.

[00:49:09]Whether a person may live 40 years inside a single bricked-over hour and call it a life. Hold them if you can as you go about the rest of your evening.

[00:49:18]Hold them lightly.

[00:49:20]They are not for solving.

[00:49:22]They are for carrying."

[00:49:23]Edmund Carwell built to room with no second door, and he died in it.

[00:49:28]His daughter found the door he had bricked, and she opened it, and she has lived with what came out and what did not.

[00:49:34]His wife stood all those years on the other side of the wall, and held her silence the way a person holds a coin in a pocket, neither spending it nor letting it fall. A small girl named Lilyan, who would have been 47 years old at the time of these events, lived for seven years and was loved in her short life by her mother and her father, and a housekeeper who had been with the family 3 weeks. She has been remembered now by her sister, whom she never met, in a room that has been opened up again.

[00:50:05]That is not nothing.

[00:50:06]It is in this world a great deal.

[00:50:09]It is perhaps in the end the only kind of repair we are able to make for those who came before us and were wronged by the people who loved them.

[00:50:18]To say their names in the rooms where their names were not said, and to make sure the doors are open after we leave.

[00:50:25]Holmes and I went back to our work.

[00:50:28]There was the Duchess's pearls and the matter of the Cornish boatman and the long dull winter of the bank in Threadneedle Street and a great many other things which I have written of elsewhere or shall in due course. But there were evenings all that winter when Holmes would sit by the fire with his pipe and look into the coals for a long time without speaking.

[00:50:48]And I knew, although he did not say it, that he was thinking of a room in Wimpole Street and of a wall 4 in too thick and of a wall 4 in too thick and of a man who had built himself a house in which there was, finally, only the one door.

[00:51:03]And it opened only inward. I think of it still on certain evenings.

[00:51:08]I shall think of it, I expect, for as long as I am able to think of anything.

[00:51:13]It is the kind of case one carries, the other kind, the kind of that ends in the arrest of a forger or the recovery of a missing necklace, one sets down at the end of the day and goes to bed. This kind one carries to bed and through the night and into the next morning and on through one's life.

[00:51:33]And it grows neither lighter nor heavier with the years. And one understands after a time that this is what it means to have been the witness of something.

[00:51:42]One does not arrive at the bottom of it.

[00:51:45]One simply learns to walk with it the way a man walks with a slight permanent injury sustained in his youth. And one is perhaps the better for the walking.

[00:51:56]Although one would have preferred, on the whole, not to have been hurt. The last thing I shall say is this. I went, some years afterwards, past the house in Wimpole Street, on an errand of my own.

[00:52:08]The brass plate beside the door bore the name of the young surgeon. The railings had been freshly painted. A child of perhaps four was standing on the step, holding the hand of a young woman in a nursemaid's apron, and looking up at the door as though she had been told that her mother was inside and was about to come out. The door opened and a young woman did come out and bent and lifted the child, and they went down the steps together and along the pavement towards Cavendish Square, and the door closed behind them. I stood on the opposite pavement and watched them go.

[00:52:41]I thought of the brick wall and the new door and the empty room and the name spoken aloud in it. I thought of Edmund Carwell, who had died in the chair behind the desk, and of Helena Carwell, who had sat in her parlor with her hand quiet on the arm of her chair for 40 years, and of Verity, who had carried for 11 years what one ought not to carry alone, and of Hayland, who had been right and had paid for it, and of Mrs. Oldrick, who had brought up the tea twice on a Thursday evening in 1851 and had not been either time. I thought of Lily Ann, who was seven. The fog was thin that day. The sun was almost out.

[00:53:19]The child had laughed at something the young woman had said as they reached the corner, and the laugh, very faintly, came back to me down the empty street, and I thought, although it was perhaps a fanciful thought for a man of my profession, there there is the second door. It opens, after all. It only takes longer than one expects. It only takes sometimes longer than the lifetime the person who needed it most.

[00:53:45]I walked on.

[00:53:46]I did not look back.

[00:53:48]There was no need. The door was open.