And when her envelope was handed her and she had lifted the flap and
withdrawn an oblong correspondence-card bearing the monogram A-G and
nothing else, the final effect of meaningless mystery seemed to
have been consummated.
But this, as it happened, was coincident with the arrival of the last
two guests--one of whom was a lithe and shapely Harlequin in
party-coloured tights, and the other a bewitchingly blond Columbine--
and then the purpose of the meeting was soon exposed.
With no more expression than she had employed in the case of Sally,
Mrs. Gosnold saluted the last comers with a request to enter and be
seated, then directed her maid to go out into the hall, close the
door, and stand guard to prevent eavesdropping. When the door was
closed she plunged directly into a prepared address.
"I owe every one an apology," she began with a fugitive, placating
smile, "for all this inconvenience and nonsense--as it must seem. But
I'm sure you will bear with me when you know the circumstances, which
are extraordinary, and my motive, quite a natural one.
"We are now," she pursued with a swift glance that embraced the room,
"just twenty-three, including myself; that is to say, everybody who
slept here last night, and one or two more. And your masks are a sure
screen for any betrayal of emotion when I tell you why I have asked
you to oblige me by meeting here. So please retain them whatever
happens."
She paused, made a little gesture of deprecation.
"I would rather almost anything than be obliged to say what I must.
"One of us," she announced deliberately, "is a thief. These rooms were
entered some time last night, while I was asleep, and all my personal
jewelry was stolen. Please no one interrupt. I will answer all the
natural questions before I finish.
"The robbery was not difficult to accomplish."
"The Island is well-policed, there has not been a burglary in its
history, and I am a careless old woman. When I take my things off at
night I leave them on my dressing-table. Marie, my maid, puts them
away in the morning. I have three large jewel-cases, none of which is
ever locked except when I travel. I have never had a safe. The
jewel-cases are stored away in unlocked dresser-drawers. My bedroom
and boudoir doors are never locked. And I am a sound sleeper. There
is--and was--nothing to prevent the thief from entering after I had
turned out my light and, employing ordinary discretion, helping him or
her self. Which is precisely what happened last night. Every piece of
jewelry was taken from my dressing-table, and the three jewel-cases
from their drawers."
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