Arthur Conan Doyle: A Life in Letters. Daniel Stashower

reading your letter I shall accept it but only as a loan. I intend to stay for a week in lodgings there during which time I shall pitch upon a house (about £35 a year—central situation not among shops or in too busy a street—corner if possible). I shall then give the Landlord a bundle of references and enter into possession & put the plates up. I have two plates printed—one announcing that the poor may consult me free during certain hours in the week—an excellent dodge. My furnishing will consist of a cheap bed and pair of blankets & crockery set—a table and two chairs for the Consulting room and a bench with a couple more chairs for the waiting room. I shall keep no servant but buy a kettle and an egg pot and have a small dinner at some eatinghouse. I can get long credit for drugs and bottles at the company in London that supplies Budd. If I can only get the right sort of house I’ll make a thousand a year within three years or I’m very much mistaken. I have been other men’s servant too long—I believe it has an injurious effect upon a man’s character and I am tired of it. I want you by hook or crook to raise five pounds & send it down by return. I hope it will be the last money you will ever send me—certainly it will repay you well. By return, mind. I shall reckon upon it.

      I have made it up with Elmore (who is very much better, almost well). I wrote asking how she was & got a very penitent letter back. Poor lass, I think she is really fond of me. She would advance me a hundred or so if I would take it—which I won’t. I shall marry her if I succeed in P.

      Goodbye, darling, don’t be frightened. I’ll let you have a bulletin every day or so.

      Now that he was back in the good graces of Elmore Weldon, Conan Doyle began once again to contemplate marriage; but the course of true love would not run smooth.

      Conan Doyle took a steamer to Portsmouth, and rented a house in its Southsea suburb. For a companion he tried to persuade his mother to send his fourteen-year-old sister Connie to him; when his mother dismissed it as no situation for so young a girl, he pleaded for his even younger brother Innes, instead. ‘Yours Cheerfully,’ he signed his first letter home from Southsea.

      to Mary Doyle SOUTHSEA, JUNE 1882

      Just a line to say that I move into my house tomorrow, No 1, Bush Villas Elm Grove. I am wedged in between a church and a hotel, so I act as a sort of a buffer. I have, though I say it managed the whole business exceedingly well. There is nothing I put my mind to do that I have not done most completely. I have a few shillings left to live on and have put £5 by for the rent. My furniture is A1. Let me know when Connie comes. Any old carpeting or oil cloth most acceptable.

      [P.S.] Dont be afraid of my starving the young lady. She shall be keeper of the privy purse and monarch of all she surveys.

      to Mary Doyle SOUTHSEA, JUNE 1882

      Since I can’t get Conny send down Duff. I shall at once put him in buttons when he arrives if I can raise the capital. I might pass him for my eldest son but it would never do to acknowledge such a youngster as a brother—however he and I will arrange that matter between us. Never mind the remainder of D’s quarter—I’ll guarantee to teach him more in a day than ever he will learn at school—for we will have to be in the house together all day. Send down with him a pair of blankets & as many books & odds & ends as you can spare. Anything that will do for an ornament for the mantelpiece would be acceptable. Send him on Tuesday without fail. Never mind the clothes. I’ll manage to rig him out. Let me know what train to expect him by.

      When I said I did not want the money I did not say so petulantly. I know you would help me if you could for any success will be yours. Lord knows I am as poor as Job but have a wealth of youth and pluck, so can manage to dispense with help. As for a few shillings to cover Duff’s grub I hope by the end of July that I won’t feel that expense.

      What do those people in L mean by not paying—they must have received the money by this time. If the thing is legally ours we must simply demand the coin. In your next to A. A. say that unless it is paid you will put the matter in my hands as the male of the family—I’d soon get it out of them.* I have developed extraordinary business capacities lately, and my energy has electrified landladies, salesmen, house agents & everybody else.

      I had a turn up with a tinker in the main street of the town on Coronation night and milled him to the delight of an enthusiastic mob. He had been kicking his wife, and caught me one on the throat when I interfered. It was a splendid advertisement for me. I reckon him to have been my first patient.

      Adieu—dont disappoint me on Tuesday. I shall be very lonely in the big empty house until he comes.

      to Mary Doyle SOUTHSEA, JUNE 1882

      Your letter came on Saturday with the key & 10/ which was very welcome. I shall struggle along somehow. The great thing is to scrape the rent together. I have £5 laid by towards it. I really hardly know myself how I have managed it. I had 15/6 deducted from it as I lost a week, but then there are taxes. I hope by the time you get this Duff will be ready to come. The box has not turned up yet, but I shall go round to the station tonight & have a look—I shall sleep in my ulster until you send down the blankets. Have got my furniture into the C.R. [Consulting Room] and it looks very well indeed. That landlady charged me 9d each for breakfasts and teas— while I fondly imagined she would only charge for the tea, milk &c expended. I could have lived like a prince by taking all my food out instead of half starving myself.

      My plate is just being put up now. I am as pleased as ever with the location of the house & am confident of success. There is not room enough for lodgings to say nothing of the look of the thing. I have Hall—Consulting Room & Waiting Room on ground floor—above are Surgery and Sitting Room—and then there are two bedrooms up on the top.

      He was barely installed when Budd struck again, writing to reveal that he had been reading the Mam’s letters in Plymouth all along, and refusing now to send the £1 a week he’d promised. He had only waited to spring his trap for Conan Doyle—who had defended Budd in his replies to his mother—to commit himself financially in Portsmouth beyond his ability once Budd’s help was withdrawn. Budd had been ‘scheming my ruin,’ he realized, ‘which would be nothing financially, since I had nothing to lose, but would be much both to my mother and me if it touched my honour.’