American fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories; Jewelry theft -- Fiction
At a quarter before eight on the evening of May fourth a telephone
message was sent to Scotland Yard that a diamond necklace, the property
of the Marquis of Castlecourt, had been stolen from Burridge’s Hotel.
Brison, one of the best of their men, was detailed upon the case,
and three days later my services were engaged by the marquis. After
investigations which have occupied several weeks, I have become
convinced that the case is an unusual and complicated one. The reasons
which have led me to this conclusion I will now set down as briefly and
clearly as possible.
As has already been stated in the papers, the diamonds, on the
afternoon of the robbery, were standing in a leather jewel-case on
the bureau in Lady Castlecourt’s apartment. To this room access was
obtained by three doors--that which led into Lord Castlecourt’s room,
that which led into the sitting-room, and that which led into the hall.
Lord Castlecourt’s valet, James Chawlmers, and Lady Castlecourt’s maid,
Sophy Jeffers, had been occupied in this suite of apartments throughout
the afternoon. At six Jeffers had laid out her ladyship’s clothes,
taken the diamonds from the metal despatch-box in which they were
usually carried, and set them on the bureau. She had then withdrawn
into the sitting-room with Chawlmers, where they had remained for half
an hour talking. During this period of time Jeffers deposes that she
heard the rustle of a skirt in the sitting-room, and went to the door
to see if any one had entered. No one was to be seen. She returned
to the sitting-room, and resumed her conversation with Chawlmers. It
is the general supposition--and it would appear to be the reasonable
one--that the diamonds were then taken. According to Jeffers, they
were in the case at six o’clock, and on the testimony of Lord and Lady
Castlecourt they were gone at half-past seven. The person toward whom
suspicion points is a housemaid, going by the name of Sara Dwight, who
had a pass-key to the apartment.
The suspicions of Sara Dwight were strengthened by her actions. At
quarter past seven that evening she left the hotel without giving
warning, and carrying no further baggage than a small portmanteau.
Upon examination of her room, it was discovered that she had left a
gown hanging on the pegs, and her box, which contained a few articles
of coarse underclothing and a wadded cotton quilt. She had been
uncommunicative with the other servants, but had had much conversation
with Sophy Jeffers, who described her as a brisk, civil-spoken girl,
whose manner of speech was above her station.
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