A Scandal in Bohemia: Chapter 2, part 3

ˈkaɪt ˈsəʊ | bət ðə ˈsiːkwəl wəz ˈrɑːðər ʌnˈjuːʒuəl || aɪl ˈtel ju haʊˈevə || aɪ ˈlef ðə ˈhaʊs | ə ˈlɪtl̩ ˈɑːftər ˈeɪt ðɪs ˈmɔːnɪŋ | ɪn ðə ˈkærəktər əv ˈɡruːm aʊt ə ˈwɜːk || ðəz ə ˈwʌndəfl̩ ˈsɪmpəθi | ən ˈfriːmeɪsn̩ri | əˈmʌŋ ˈhɔːsi ˈmen || ˈbiː ˈwʌn ə ðəm | ən jul ˈnəʊ ˈɔːl ðət ðər ˈɪz tə ˈnəʊ || aɪ ˈsuːn ˈfaʊm ˈbraɪəni ˈlɒʤ || ɪts ə ˈbiːʒuː ˈvɪlə | wɪð ə ˈɡɑːdn̩ ət ðə ˈbæk | bəp ˈbɪlt ˈaʊt ɪn ˈfrʌnt | ˈraɪt ˈʌp tə ðə ˈrəʊd | ˈtuː ˈstɔːriz || ˈʧʌb ˈlɒk tə ðə ˈdɔː || ˈlɑːʤ ˈsɪtɪŋ ˈruːm | ɒn ðə ˈraɪt ˈsaɪd | ˈwel ˈfɜːnɪʃt | wɪð ˈlɒŋ ˈwɪndəʊz | ˈɔːməʊs tə ðə ˈflɔː | ə ˈðəʊz prəˈpɒstrəs ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ ˈwɪndəʊ ˈfɑːnəz | wɪʧ ə ˈʧaɪl kəd ˈəʊpən || bəˈhaɪn ðə wəz ˈnʌθɪŋ rɪˈmɑːkəbl̩ | ˈseɪv ðət ðə ˈpæsɪʤ ˈwɪndəʊ | kəb bi ˈriːʧ frəm ðə ˈtɒp ə ðə ˈkəʊʧ ˈhaʊs || aɪ ˈwɔːkt ˈraʊnd ɪt | ən ɪɡˈzæmɪnd ɪk ˈkləʊsli | frəm ˈevri ˈpɔɪnt ə ˈvjuː | bət wɪˈðaʊt ˈnəʊtɪŋ | ˈeniθɪŋ ˈels əv ˈɪntrəst

aɪ ˈðen ˈlaʊnʤ ˈdaʊn ðə ˈstriːt | ən ˈfaʊnd | ˈæz ɪkˈspektɪd | ðət ðə wəz ə ˈmjuːz | ɪn ə ˈleɪn | wɪʧ ˈrʌnz ˈdaʊm | baɪ ˈwʌn ˈwɔːl ə ðə ˈɡɑːdn̩ || aɪ ˈlent ði ˈɒsləz ə ˈhænd | ɪn ˈrʌbɪŋ ˈdaʊn ðeə ˈhɔːsɪz | ən rəˈsiːvd ɪn ɪksˈʧeɪnʤ | ˈtʌpəns | ə ˈɡlɑːs ə ˈhɑːf n̩ ˈhɑːf | ˈtuː ˈfɪlz ə ˈʃæɡ təˈbækəʊ | ən əz ˈmʌʧ ˈɪnfəˈmeɪʃn̩ əz aɪ kəd ˈdɪzaɪə | əbaʊp ˈmɪs ˈædlə | tə ˈseɪ ˈnʌθɪŋ | əv ˈhɑːf ə ˈdʌzn̩ ˈʌðə ˈpiːpl̩ ɪn ðə ˈneɪbəhʊd | ɪn ˈhuːm aɪ wəz ˈnɒt ɪn ðə ˈliːst ˈɪntrəstɪd | bət ˈhuːz baɪˈɒɡrəfiz | aɪ wəz kəmˈpel tə ˈlɪsn̩ ˈtuː

“Quite so; but the sequel was rather unusual. I will tell you, however. I left the house a little after eight o'clock this morning in the character of a groom out of work. There is a wonderful sympathy and freemasonry among horsey men. Be one of them, and you will know all that there is to know. I soon found Briony Lodge. It is a bijou villa, with a garden at the back, but built out in front right up to the road, two stories. Chubb lock to the door. Large sitting-room on the right side, well furnished, with long windows almost to the floor, and those preposterous English window fasteners which a child could open. Behind there was nothing remarkable, save that the passage window could be reached from the top of the coach-house. I walked round it and examined it closely from every point of view, but without noting anything else of interest.

“I then lounged down the street and found, as I expected, that there was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their horses, and received in exchange twopence, a glass of half and half, two fills of shag tobacco, and as much information as I could desire about Miss Adler, to say nothing of half a dozen other people in the neighbourhood in whom I was not in the least interested, but whose biographies I was compelled to listen to.”