Thursday 15 March 2018

A Scandal in Bohemia, Chapter 2, part 7

ˈðɪs ɪz ə ˈveri ˈʌnɪkˈspektɪd | ˈtɜːn əv əˈfeəz ˈsed ˈaɪ | ən ˈwɒt ˈðen

ˈwel | aɪ ˈfaʊm maɪ ˈplænz | ˈveri ˈsɪəriəsli ˈmenɪst || ɪt ˈlʊkt əz ˈɪf ðə ˈpeə | ˈmaɪt ˈteɪk ən ɪˈmiːdiət dəˈpɑːʧə | ən ˈsəʊ nəˈsesəteɪt | ˈveri ˈprɒmt | ən ˈenəˈʤetɪk ˈmeʒəz | ɒm ˈmaɪ ˈpɑːt | ət ðə ˈʧɜːʧ ˈdɔː haʊˈevə | ðeɪ ˈsepəreɪtɪd | ˈhiː ˈdraɪvɪŋ ˈbæk tə ðə ˈtempl̩ | ən ˈʃi tu ɜːr ˈəʊn ˈhaʊs || aɪ ʃl̩ ˈdraɪv ˈaʊt ɪn ðə ˈpɑːk ət ˈfaɪv | əz ˈjuːʒuəl ʃi ˈsed əʒ ʃi ˈleft ɪm | aɪ ˈhɜːd ˈnəʊ ˈmɔː || ðeɪ ˈdrəʊv əˈweɪ | ɪn ˈdɪfrənt dəˈrekʃn̩z | ən ˈaɪ ˈwent ˈɒf | tə ˈmeɪk maɪ ˈəʊn əˈreɪnʤmənts

ˈwɪʧ ˈɑː

səm ˈkəʊl ˈbiːf | ən ə ˈɡlɑːs ə ˈbɪər i ˈɑːnsəd ˈrɪŋɪŋ ðə ˈbel || aɪv bɪn ˈtuː ˈbɪzi | tə ˈθɪŋk ə ˈfuːd | ən aɪm ˈlaɪkli tə bi ˈbɪziə ˈstɪl | ðɪs ˈiːvnɪŋ | ˈbaɪ ðə ˈweɪ ˈdɒktə | aɪ ʃl̩ ˈwɒnʧɔː kəʊˈɒpəˈreɪʃ

aɪ ʃl̩ bi dəˈlaɪtɪd

ju ˈdəʊmp ˈmaɪm ˈbreɪkɪŋ ðə ˈː

ˈnɒt ɪn ðə ˈliːst

nɔː ˈrʌnɪŋ ə ˈʧɑːns əv əˈrest

ˈnɒt ɪn ə ˈɡʊɡ ˈkɔːz

əʊ ðə ˈkɔːz ɪz ˈeksələnt

ðen ˈaɪm jɔː ˈmæn

aɪ wəʒ ˈʃɔː | ðət aɪ ˈmaɪt rəˈlaɪ ɒn ju

bət ˈwɒt ˈɪz ɪt ju ˈwɪʃ

ˈwem ˈmɪsɪs ˈtɜːnəz | ˈbrɔːt ɪn ðə ˈtreɪ | aɪl ˈmeɪk ɪt ˈklɪə tə ju || ˈnaʊ i ˈsed | əz i ˈtɜːnd ˈhʌŋɡrəli | ɒn ðə ˈsɪmpl̩ ˈfeə | ðət ɑː ˈlænleɪd əb prəˈvaɪdɪd | aɪ məs dɪˈskʌs ɪt ˈwaɪl aɪ ˈiːt | fər aɪv ˈnɒp ˈmʌʧ ˈtaɪm || ɪts ˈnɪəli ˈfaɪv ˈnaʊ || ɪn ˈtuː ˈəz | wi məs ˈbiː ɒn ðə ˈsiːn ə ði ˈækʃn̩ || ˈmɪs aɪˈriːn | ɔː məˈdæm | ˈrɑːðə | rəˈtɜːnz frəm ɜː ˈdraɪv ət ˈsevn̩ || wi məs ˈbiː əp ˈbraɪəni ˈlɒʤ | tə ˈmiːt ə


“This is a very unexpected turn of affairs,” said I; “and what then?”

“Well, I found my plans very seriously menaced. It looked as if the pair might take an immediate departure, and so necessitate very prompt and energetic measures on my part. At the church door, however, they separated, he driving back to the Temple, and she to her own house. ‘I shall drive out in the park at five as usual,’ she said as she left him. I heard no more. They drove away in different directions, and I went off to make my own arrangements.”

“Which are?”

“Some cold beef and a glass of beer,” he answered, ringing the bell. “I have been too busy to think of food, and I am likely to be busier still this evening. By the way, Doctor, I shall want your co-operation.”

“I shall be delighted.”

“You don't mind breaking the law?”

“Not in the least.”

“Nor running a chance of arrest?”

“Not in a good cause.”

“Oh, the cause is excellent!”

“Then I am your man.”

“I was sure that I might rely on you.”

“But what is it you wish?”

“When Mrs. Turner has brought in the tray I will make it clear to you. Now,” he said as he turned hungrily on the simple fare that our landlady had provided, “I must discuss it while I eat, for I have not much time. It is nearly five now. In two hours we must be on the scene of action. Miss Irene, or Madame, rather, returns from her drive at seven. We must be at Briony Lodge to meet her.”

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