The Piccadilly Puzzle: A Mysterious Story — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Piccadilly Puzzle: A Mysterious Story
David Hume · en
He knew that Calliston had gone off with Lady Balscombe, so said he
had a message from him and would like to see Miss Sarschine. The
servant showed him into a magnificently-furnished drawing-room, where
he awaited the appearance of the lady, intending when she entered to
ask her all particulars about her maid Lydia Fenny, with a view to
discovering the perpetrator of the crime. Being of an inquiring turn
of mind Dowker arose from his seat when the door was closed, and
folding his hands behind his back strolled about the room, his lank
grey-clad figure seeming sadly out of place.
It was not a very large apartment, but luxuriously furnished, the
walls being hung with pale-green silk draped in graceful folds and
caught up here and there with thick silver cords. The carpet, also of
a pale-green, was embroidered with bunches of white flowers, and the
window curtains were of soft white Liberty silk. There were two
windows on one side in deep recesses filled with brilliantly-tinted
flowers, white blossoms predominating, and at the end of the room were
folding doors opening into a conservatory filled with ferns, in the
middle of which a small fountain splashed musically into a wide marble
basin. There were low velvet-covered lounging chairs all about, tables
crowded with _bric-â-brac_ and photographs in oxydised silver frames,
whilst here and there on the carpet were skins of bears and tigers.
Contrary to the usual custom in drawing-rooms there was only one
mirror, a small oval glass over the mantel-piece framed in pale-green
plush. In the corners were high palms and other tropical vegetation,
with white marble statues peering from out of their green leaves, and
in one corner a handsome grand piano on the top of which lay a lot of
sheet music. The room was illuminated by two or three tall brass lamps
with bright green shades smothered in creamy lace, and just over the
piano were a number of quaint-looking weapons arranged in a fantastic
fashion. Highland broadswords, Indian daggers, and Malay krisses were
all grouped round a small silver shield handsomely embossed, and
though at first they seemed somewhat out of place against the rich
silk hangings, yet when the eyes became accustomed to them the effect
was not unpleasant.
Dowker took a leisurely survey of the apartment and then returned to
his seat to await the appearance of Miss Sarschine and to think over
the curious aspect the Piccadilly case now presented.
His cogitations ran somewhat after this fashion.