The Rajah's Heir: A Novel in 3 volumesDespard, C. (Charlotte)
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The Rajah's Heir: A Novel in 3 volumes
Despard, C. (Charlotte)
India -- Fiction
By this time the garden was alive. People were hurrying up from every
direction: water was being poured over the roof of the cottage, and all
sorts of things--from tables and chairs to millinery--were being flung
out of the windows. 'I can't go in till I know that Tom is safe,' cried
Mrs. Gregory.
'Why, here he is!' said the General, 'and by Jove! he looks as if he
had seen a ghost!'
Tom carried a lantern, the light of which, streaming upwards, showed
his face as white as death. He strode up to the little group, and,
taking no notice of the ladies, seized the General by the shoulder.
'Robbery has been done,' he said hoarsely.
'What? money! jewels! Lady Elton, for God's sake take Mrs. Gregory
away!' said the General. 'Now,' as the three ladies moved away slowly,
'don't rave; but tell me plainly what has happened!'
'My desk has been ransacked and papers of incalculable value to me have
been taken out.'
'Taken out? You are sure of that?'
'I am positive. I put them away in my escritoire. It has been forced
open.'
'Anything besides papers gone?'
'Nothing. I put a twenty-pound note there--the price of my last design.
It is there still.'
'And these papers--what are they?'
'I don't know. That is the cruel part of it. They were given to me by
Mr. Cherry as explaining my inheritance, and I was to have looked over
them to-night. But we are wasting time. Come back with me to the house
and watch the people there. I have a suspicion that the papers were
seized and the house fired by the same hand.'
'Impossible, Tom! I know how the fire arose.'
They had been hurrying back to the house; but, on hearing this, Tom
pulled up. 'You know!' he ejaculated. 'How can that be?'
'My dear boy, for heaven's sake don't be so melodramatic,' said the
General tartly. 'You will be accusing _me_ of stealing your papers
next. The fire broke out in the simplest way. Your mother put down her
candle on the window-sill in the hall, and those muslin curtains of
yours, against which I have preached till I am tired, caught fire. Now
don't, like a good fellow, stare at me so! I am repeating your mother's
own words.'
'Where is my mother?' asked Tom.
'She is with Lady Elton, and there she shall remain for the present. I
refuse to permit you to ask her a single question to-night.'
They were, by this time, in the midst of the little crowd that
surrounded the house. Water was still playing over it; but the flames
were dead. 'Pretty safe now?' said the General, addressing one of the
policemen.
'Yes, sir; and we saved a goodish lot of things.'
'So I see. Any strangers about?'
'No, General; not a single soul. I was up here from the first. Do Mr.
Gregory think----?'
'Mr. Gregory has missed some valuable papers.'
'If they were on this side, General, 'taint wonderful like.'
'They were on the other----'
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