Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
"Perhaps, Mr. Waters," said she with another taunting laugh, "perhaps
yours is London time; or, which is probably more likely, watches
sometimes sleep for an hour or so as well as their owners." She then
skipped gaily off.
"Are you a Mr. Waters?" said a custom-house official who was parading
the quay.
"Yes--and what then?"
"Only that a Mr. Joel Masters desired me to say that he was very much
grieved he could not return to finish the evening with you, as he and
his son were unfortunately obliged to leave Plymouth immediately."
It would have been a real pleasure to have flung the speaker over the
quay. By a great effort I denied myself the tempting luxury, and walked
away in a fever of rage. Neither Joel Masters nor his son could
afterwards be found, spite of the unremitting efforts of myself and
others, continued through several weeks. They both ultimately escaped to
America; and some years afterwards I learned through an unexpected
channel that the canting, specious old rascal was at length getting his
deserts in the establishment of Sing-Sing. The son, the same informant
assured me, had, through the persuasions and influence of his wife, who
probably thought justice might not be so pleasantly eluded another time,
turned over a new leaf, and was leading an honest and prosperous life at
Cincinnati.
Part VII.
LEGAL METAMORPHOSES.
The respectable agent of a rather eminent French house arrived one
morning in great apparent distress at Scotland Yard, and informed the
superintendent that he had just sustained a great, almost ruinous loss,
in notes of the Bank of England and commercial bills of Exchange,
besides a considerable sum in gold. He had, it appeared, been absent in
Paris about ten days, and on his return but a few hours previously,
discovered that his iron chest had been completely rifled during his
absence. False keys must have been used, as the empty chest was found
locked, and no sign of violence could be observed. He handed in full
written details of the property carried off, the numbers of the notes,
and every other essential particular. The first step taken was to
ascertain if any of the notes had been tendered at the bank. Not one had
been presented; payment was of course stopped, and advertisements
descriptive of the bills of exchange, as well as of the notes, were
inserted in the evening and following morning papers. A day or two
afterwards, a considerable reward was offered for such information as
might lead to the apprehension of the offenders. No result followed; and
spite of the active exertions of the officers employed, not the
slightest clue could be obtained to the perpetrators of the robbery. The
junior partner in the firm, M. Bellebon, in the meantime arrived in
England, to assist in the investigation, and was naturally extremely
urgent in his inquiries; but the mystery which enveloped the affair
remained impenetrable. At last a letter, bearing the St. Martin le Grand
post-mark, was received by the agent, M.
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