ˈwaɪ ɪnˈdiːd ˈmɜːməd ˈhəʊmz || jɔː
ˈmæʤəsti ˈhædn̩ ˈspəʊkən | bɪˈfɔːr aɪ wəz əˈweə | ðət aɪ wəz əˈdresɪŋ
ˈvɪlhelm ˈɡɒtsraɪk ˈsɪɡɪsmənd ˈvɒn ˈɔːmstaɪn | ˈɡræn ˈʤuːk əv ˈkæsl̩ ˈfelstaɪn
| ən həˈredətri ˈkɪŋ əv bəˈhiːmiə
bəʧu kən ˈʌndəˈstænd ˈsed ɑː
ˈstreɪnʤ ˈvɪzɪtə | ˈsɪtɪŋ ˈdaʊn ˈwʌns ˈmɔːr | əm ˈpɑːsɪŋ ɪz ˈhænd
| ˈəʊvər ɪz ˈhaɪ ˈwaɪt ˈfɔːhed | ju kən ˈʌndəˈstænd | ðət aɪm ˈnɒt
əˈkʌstəmd | tə ˈduːɪŋ sʌʧ ˈbɪznəs | ɪm maɪ ˈəʊm ˈpɜːsn̩ ||
jet ðə ˈmætə wəz ˈsəʊ ˈdeləkət | ðət aɪ ˈkʊɡŋ̩ kənˈfaɪd ɪt tu ən ˈeɪʤənt
| wɪðˈaʊp ˈpʊtɪŋ maɪˈself ɪn ɪz ˈpaʊə || aɪv ˈkʌm ˈɪŋkɒɡˈniːtəʊ |
frəm ˈprɑːɡ | fə ðə ˈpɜːpəs əv kənˈsʌltɪŋ ju
ðem ˈpreɪ kənˈsʌlt ˈsed ˈhəʊmz |
ˈʃʌtɪŋ ɪz ˈaɪz ˈwʌns ˈmɔː
“Why, indeed?” murmured Holmes. “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.”
“But you can understand,” said our
strange visitor, sitting down once more and passing his hand over his high
white forehead, “you can understand that I am not accustomed to doing such
business in my own person. Yet the matter was so delicate that I could not
confide it to an agent without putting myself in his power. I have come
incognito from Prague for the purpose of consulting you.”
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