A Scandal in Bohemia: Chapter 1, part 20

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ðə ˈkɪŋ ˈtʊk ə ˈhevi ˈʃæmwɑː ˈleðə ˈbæɡ | frəm ˈʌndər ɪz ˈkləʊk | ən ˈleɪd ɪt ɒn ðə ˈteɪbl̩

ðər ə ˈθriː ˈhʌndrəb ˈpaʊnz ɪŋ ˈɡəʊld | ən ˈsevn̩ ˈhʌndrəd ɪn ˈnəʊts i ˈsed

ˈhəʊmz ˈskrɪbl̩d ə rɪˈsiːt | əˈpɒn ə ˈʃiːt əv ɪz ˈnəʊp ˈbʊk | ən ˈhændɪd ɪt ˈtuː ɪm

əm ˈmædəmwəˈzelz əˈdres i ˈɑːst

ɪz ˈbraɪəni ˈlɒʤ | ˈsɜːpəntaɪn ˈævənjuː | sn̩t ˈʤɒnz ˈwʊd

ˈhəʊmz ˈtʊk ə ˈnəʊt əv ɪt | ˈwʌn ˈʌðə ˈkwesʧən ˈsed ˈhiː | wəz ðə ˈfəʊtəɡrɑːf ə ˈkæbənət

ɪt ˈwɒz

ðeŋ ˈɡʊd ˈnaɪt jɔː ˈmæʤəsti | ən aɪ ˈtrʌs ðət wil ˈsuːn hæv sm̩ ˈɡʊd ˈnjuːz fə ju || əŋ ˈɡʊd ˈnaɪt ˈwɒtsn̩ i ˈædɪd | əz ðə ˈwiːlz ə ðə ˈrɔɪəl ˈbruːəm | ˈrəʊld ˈdaʊn ðə ˈstriːt || ɪf jul bi ˈɡʊd ɪˈnʌf tə ˈkɔːl | təˈmɔːrəʊ ˈɑːftəˈnuːn | ət ˈθriː ə ˈklɒk | aɪ ʃəd ˈlaɪk tə ˈʧæt ðɪs ˈlɪtl̩ ˈmætər ˈəʊvə ˈwɪð ju

“And for present expenses?”

The King took a heavy chamois leather bag from under his cloak and laid it on the table.

“There are three hundred pounds in gold and seven hundred in notes,” he said.

Holmes scribbled a receipt upon a sheet of his note-book and handed it to him.

“And Mademoiselle's address?” he asked.

“Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St. John's Wood.”

Holmes took a note of it. “One other question,” said he. “Was the photograph a cabinet?”

“It was.”

“Then, good-night, your Majesty, and I trust that we shall soon have some good news for you. And good-night, Watson,” he added, as the wheels of the royal brougham rolled down the street. “If you will be good enough to call to-morrow afternoon at three o'clock I should like to chat this little matter over with you.”