The Strand Magazine, Vol. 07, Issue 39, March 1894: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 07, Issue 39, March 1894: An Illustrated Monthly
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English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
"Was the room disturbed?"
"Not a bit. Everything was precisely where it had been left, except the
bracelet. The door hadn't been tampered with, but of course the window
was open, as I have told you."
"You called the police, of course?"
"Yes, and had a man from Scotland Yard down in the morning. He
seemed a pretty smart fellow, and the first thing he noticed on the
dressing-table, within an inch or two of where the bracelet had been,
was a match, which had been lit and thrown down. Now, nobody about
the house had had occasion to use a match in that room that day,
and, if they had, certainly wouldn't have thrown it on the cover of
the dressing-table. So that, presuming the thief to have used that
match, the robbery must have been committed when the room was getting
dark--- immediately before Mrs. Heath returned, in fact. The thief
had evidently struck the match, passed it hurriedly over the various
trinkets lying about, and taken the most valuable."
"Nothing else was even moved?"
"Nothing at all. Then the thief must have escaped by the window,
although it was not quite clear how. The walking party approached the
house with a full view of the window, but saw nothing, although the
robbery must have been actually taking place a moment or two before
they turned up.
"There was no water-pipe within any practicable distance of the window.
But a ladder usually kept in the stable-yard was found lying along the
edge of the lawn. The gardener explained, however, that he had put the
ladder there after using it himself early in the afternoon."
"Of course, it might easily have been used again after that and put
back."
"Just what the Scotland Yard man said. He was pretty sharp, too, on
the gardener, but very soon decided that he knew nothing of it. No
stranger had been seen in the neighbourhood, nor had passed the lodge
gates. Besides, as the detective said, it scarcely seemed the work of a
stranger. A stranger could scarcely have known enough to go straight to
the room where a lady--only arrived the day before--had left a valuable
jewel, and away again without being seen. So all the people about the
house were suspected in turn. The servants offered, in a body, to have
their boxes searched, and this was done; everything was turned over,
from the butler's to the new kitchenmaid's. I don't know that I should
have had this carried quite so far if I had been the loser myself, but
it was my guest, and I was in such a horrible position. Well, there's
little more to be said about that, unfortunately. Nothing came of it
all, and the thing's as great a mystery now as ever. I believe the
Scotland Yard man got as far as suspecting _me_ before he gave it up
altogether, but give it up he did in the end. I think that's all I know
about the first robbery. Is it clear?"
"Oh, yes; I shall probably want to ask a few questions when I have seen
the place, but they can wait. What next?"
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