"I discovered my loss promptly after waking up this morning. I said
nothing, but after setting in motion the machinery for
to-night's amusement, which I have long had in mind, devoted the day
to a quiet investigation, as a result of which I am convinced that the
house servants had no part in the robbery. In short, I am persuaded
that the thief is now in this room. I do not, however, wish to know
his or her identity. And I am especially anxious to avoid the scandal
which must follow if this affair leaks out."
"Finally, I feel so sure you all share my horror of publicity and my
aversion to knowing positively who committed this crime that I ask you
all silently to pledge yourselves to secrecy--and then to humour my
plan for regaining my jewels and covering up the affair completely. I
have thought it might be accomplished this way:"
"Marie has given you each a card, an envelope, and a pencil. The cards
and envelopes have no distinguishing marks. The pencils are all alike.
The authorship of anything you may care to communicate cannot possibly
be traced, if you will be careful not to write but to print."
"Please take the cards away with you to your rooms, and please each of
you remain there at least five minutes before coming out. Then take
the cards in the envelopes, sealed, down-stairs and deposit them in
the mail-box. It will not be unlocked until one o'clock. By that time
I shall expect the thief to have deposited my jewelry in some
hiding-place about the house or grounds--a dozen will suggest
themselves on a moment's thought--the spot to be indicated on the
card. By this method ample time is granted in which to make
restitution with complete immunity from recognition, the secret will
be kept, the scandal hushed up, and, best of all, I shall be able to
continue considering each and every one of you my very dear friend."
"But"--and her handsome old face darkened with the shadow of the
determination that rang in her tone--"if this scheme should fail, and
the thief refuse to make restitution, then, though it break my heart,
I shall feel without alternative other than to take certain
steps--steps which I cannot now contemplate without positive loathing,
so repugnant are they to me. . . ."
"Now I have finished," Mrs. Gosnold said quietly. "I am sorry to have
imposed in this way upon your patience, but it seemed, I think you'll
grant me, warranted and necessary. I thank you, and hope you'll
forgive me. And now will you please return to your rooms, without
asking me any questions, and do as I have begged? And I sincerely hope
that this wretched business may not interfere with your enjoyment
to-night. For my part, I am so confident of the success of this scheme
that I mean to consider that I have not been robbed--that everything
is as it has always been, and as it will be after the envelopes
are opened at one o'clock."
She ceased; there was the stir of a general rising and movement toward
the door, amid a hum of excited murmurings.
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