The Penguin Book of Gaslight Crime - Michael Sims [24]
They jested in this fashion for a few moments after the servant’s departure, during which time Carne promised to call upon her the following morning at 11 o’clock, and to bring with him the illustrations he had made and a queer little piece of china he had had the good fortune to pick up in a dealer’s shop the previous afternoon. By this time fashionable London was making its way up the grand staircase, and with its appearance further conversation became impossible.
Shortly after midnight Carne bade his hostess good-night and slipped away. He was perfectly satisfied with his evening’s entertainment, and if the key of the jewel case were not turned before the jewels were placed in it, he was convinced they would become his property. It speaks well for his strength of nerve when I record the fact that on going to bed his slumbers were as peaceful and untroubled as those of a little child.
Breakfast was scarcely over next morning before a hansom drew up at his front door and Lord Amberley alighted. He was ushered into Carne’s presence forthwith, and on seeing that the latter was surprised at his early visit, hastened to explain.
“My dear fellow,” he said, as he took possession of the chair the other offered him, “I have come round to see you on most important business. As I told you last night at the dance, when you so kindly asked me to come and see the steam yacht you have purchased, I had an appointment with Wiltshire at half-past nine this morning. On reaching Belgrave Square, I found the whole house in confusion. Servants were running hither and thither with scared faces, the butler was on the borders of lunacy, the Duchess was well-nigh hysterical in her boudier, while her husband was in his study vowing vengeance against all the world.”
“You alarm me,” said Carne, lighting a cigarette with a hand that was as steady as a rock. “What on earth has happened?”
“I think I might safely allow you fifty guesses and then wager a hundred pounds you’d not hit the mark; and yet in a certain measure it concerns you.”
“Concerns me? Good gracious! What have I done to bring all this about?”
“Pray do not look so alarmed,” said Amberley. “Personally you have done nothing. Indeed, on second thoughts, I don’t know that I am right in saying that it concerns you at all. The fact of the matter is, Carne, a burglary took place last night at Wiltshire House, and the famous necklace has disappeared.”
“Good heavens! You don’t say so?”
‘But I do. The circumstances of the case are as follows: When my cousin retired to her room last night after the ball, she unclasped the necklace, and, in her husband’s presence, placed it carefully in her jewel case, which she locked. That having been done, Wiltshire took the box to the room which contained the safe, and himself placed it there, locking the iron door with his own key. The room was occupied that night, according to custom, by the butler and one of the footmen, both of whom have been in the family since they were boys.
“Next morning, after breakfast, the Duke unlocked the safe and took out the box, intending to convey it to the Bank as usual. Before leaving, however, he placed it on his study-table and went upstairs to speak to his wife. He cannot remember exactly how long he was absent, but he feels convinced that he was not gone more than a quarter of an hour at the very utmost.
“Their conversation finished, she accompanied him downstairs, where she saw him take up the case to carry it to his carriage. Before he left the house, however, she said: ‘I suppose you have looked to see that the necklace is all right?’ ‘How could I do so?’ was his reply. ‘You know you possess the only key that will fit it.’
“She felt in her pockets, but to her surprise the key was not there.”
“If I were a detective I should say that that is a point to be remembered,” said Carne with a smile. “Pray, where did she find her keys?”
“Upon her dressing-table,” said Amberley. “Though she has not the slightest recollection of leaving them there.”
“Well, when she had procured the keys, what happened?”