Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
I ventured to inquire the subject in which he took most interest. It
proved to be china and the native art of India, and on these two topics
we conversed for upwards of half-an-hour. It was evident that he was a
consummate master of his subject. This I could the more readily
understand when, our meal being finished, he led me into an adjoining
room, in which stood the cabinets containing his treasures. Such a
collection I had never seen before. Its size and completeness amazed
me.
"But surely you have not brought all these specimens together yourself?"
I asked in astonishment.
"With a few exceptions," he answered. "You see it has been the hobby of
my life. And it is to the fact that I am now engaged upon a book upon
the subject, which I hope to have published in England next year, that
you may attribute my playing the hermit here."
"You intend, then, to visit England?"
"If my book is finished in time," he answered, "I shall be in London at
the end of April or the commencement of May. Who would not wish to be
in the chief city of Her Majesty’s dominions upon such a joyous and
auspicious occasion?"
As he said this he took down a small vase from a shelf, and, as if to
change the subject, described its history and its beauties to me. A
stranger picture than he presented at that moment it would be difficult
to imagine. His long fingers held his treasure as carefully as if it
were an invaluable jewel, his eyes glistened with the fire of the true
collector, who is born but never made, and when he came to that part of
his narrative which described the long hunt for, and the eventual
purchase of, the ornament in question, his voice fairly shook with
excitement. I was more interested than at any other time I should have
thought possible, and it was then that I committed the most foolish
action of my life. Quite carried away by his charm I said:
"I hope when you _do_ come to London, you will permit me to be of any
service I can to you."
"I thank you," he answered gravely, "our lordship is very kind, and if
the occasion arises, as I hope it will, I shall most certainly avail
myself of your offer."
"We shall be very pleased to see you," I replied; "and now, if you will
not consider me inquisitive, may I ask if you live in this great place
alone?"
"With the exception of my servants I have no companions."
"Really! You must surely find it very lonely?"
"I do, and it is that very solitude which endears it to me. When His
Highness so kindly offered me the place for a residence, I inquired if I
should have much company. He replied that I might remain here twenty
years and never see a soul unless I chose to do so. On hearing that I
accepted his offer with alacrity."
"Then you prefer the life of a hermit to mixing with your fellow-men?"
"I do. But next year I shall put off my monastic habits for a few
months, and mix with my fellow-men, as you call them, in London."
"You will find hearty welcome, I am sure."
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