Impostors and imposture -- Fiction; Short stories; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction; Thieves -- Fiction
The dinner, however, was an unqualified success, the thanks being in a
great measure due to his Highness, who was full of vivacity and
brilliant conversation. Everybody was charmed with him, while of course
later on, in the corner of the drawing-room, the Bayswater parson sang
his friend's praises in unmeasured terms.
The several unmarried women set their caps pointedly at the hero of the
evening, and at last, when the guests had left and the visitors had
retired, he, with the Parson and two other male visitors, Sir Henry
Hutton, and a certain Lionel Meyer, went to the billiard-room.
It was two o'clock when they went upstairs. The Bayswater vicar had to
pass the Prince's room, in order to get to his own, but he did not enter
further than the threshold. Both men looked eagerly across at the
dressing-table, upon which Charles had left two candles burning.
That was a secret sign. Both men recognised it, and the Prince
instantly raised his finger with a gesture indicative of silence. Then
he exclaimed aloud: "Well, good-night, Clayton. We'll go for a run in
the morning," and closed his door noisily, while the Parson went along
to his own room.
The Prince, always an early riser, was up at eight o'clock, and was
already dressed when Charles entered his room.
"Well?" he inquired, as was his habit.
"There's a rare to-do below," exclaimed the valet. "The whole house has
been ransacked in the night, and a clean sweep made of all the
jewellery. The old woman is asking to see you at once."
Without ado, his Highness descended, sending Charles along to alarm the
Parson.
In the morning-room he found the widow, with the two male guests and two
ladies, assembled in excited conclave. As he entered, his hostess
rushed towards him, saying:
"Oh, Prince! A most terrible thing has happened! Every scrap of
jewellery, including my tiara and necklet, has been stolen!"
"Stolen!" he gasped, pretending not to have heard the news.
"Yes. I placed them myself in the safe in the butler's pantry, together
with several cases the maids brought me from my guests. I locked them
up just after one o'clock and took the key. Here it is. It has never
left my possession. I--"
She was at that moment interrupted by the entrance of the Parson, who,
having heard of the robbery from the servants, began:
"My de-ah Mrs Edmondson. This is really a most untoward circumstance--
most--"
"Listen," the widow went on excitedly. "Hear me, and then advise me
what to do. I took this key,"--and she held it up for their
inspection--"and hid it beneath the corner of the carpet in my room.
This morning, to my amazement, my maid came to say that the safe-door
had been found ajar, and that though the plate had been left, all the
jewellery had disappeared. Only the empty cases remain!"
"How has the safe been opened?" asked the Prince, standing amazed.
Was it possible that some ingenious adventurer had got ahead of him? It
certainly seemed so.
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