But at least you cannot say the same of mine. The case, however, as I remember it, was a very simple one.” “She did not think so. “I believe that I was of some slight service to her. Cecil Forrester,” he repeated thoughtfully. She was much impressed by your kindness and skill.” “Mrs. Cecil Forrester, to unravel a little domestic complication. Holmes,” she said, “because you once enabled my employer, Mrs. I could not but observe that as she took the seat which Sherlock Holmes placed for her, her lip trembled, her hand quivered, and she showed every sign of intense inward agitation. In an experience of women which extends over many nations and three separate continents, I have never looked upon a face which gave a clearer promise of a refined and sensitive nature. Her face had neither regularity of feature nor beauty of complexion, but her expression was sweet and amiable, and her large blue eyes were singularly spiritual and sympathetic. The dress was a sombre greyish beige, untrimmed and unbraided, and she wore a small turban of the same dull hue, relieved only by a suspicion of white feather in the side. There was, however, a plainness and simplicity about her costume which bore with it a suggestion of limited means.

She was a blonde young lady, small, dainty, well gloved, and dressed in the most perfect taste.

Chapter Two The Statement of the Case Miss Morstan entered the room with a firm step and an outward composure of manner.

The Sign of Four by Arthur Conan Doyle