"Never mind about that! If you deny that that is the necklace which you sold to me I will prove that it is--in the police court. I am quite prepared for it. Men who are capable of selling a necklace of gla.s.s beads as a necklace of diamonds are capable of denying that they ever sold the thing at all."
"Mr. Gray, there is no necessity to use such language to us. If a wrong has been done we are ready and willing to repair it."
"Then repair it!"
It took some time to get rid of Mr. Gray. He had a great deal to say, and a very strong and idiomatic way of saying it. Altogether it was a bad quarter of an hour for Messrs. Ruby and Golden. When, at last, they did get rid of him, Mr. Ruby turned to his partner.
"Golden, it"s not possible that the stones in that necklace are false.
Those are the stones which we got from Fungst--you remember?"
"I remember very well indeed. They were the stones which we got from Fungst. They are not now. The gems which are at present in this necklace are paste, covered with a thin veneer of real stones. It is an old trick, but I never saw it better done. The workmanship, both in Mr.
Gray"s necklace and in the Countess of Grinstead"s ornaments, is, in its way, perfection."
While Mr. Ruby was still staring at his partner, the door opened and again Mr. Thompson entered. "The d.u.c.h.ess of Datchet."
"Let"s hope," muttered Mr. Golden, "that she"s not come to charge us with selling any more paste diamonds."
But the d.u.c.h.ess had come to do nothing of the kind. She had come on a much more agreeable errand, from Messrs. Ruby and Golden"s point of view--she had come to buy. As it was Mr. Ruby"s special _role_ to act as salesman to the great--the very great--ladies who patronised that famed establishment, Mr. Golden left his partner to perform his duties.
Mr. Ruby found the d.u.c.h.ess, on that occasion, difficult to please. She wanted something in diamonds, to present to Lady Edith Linglithgow on the occasion of her approaching marriage. As Lady Edith is the Duke"s first cousin, as all the world knows, almost, as it were, his sister, the d.u.c.h.ess wanted something very good indeed. Nothing which Messrs.
Ruby and Golden had seemed to be quite good enough, except one or two things which were, perhaps, too good. The d.u.c.h.ess promised to return with the Duke himself to-morrow, or, perhaps, the day after. With that promise Mr. Ruby was forced to be content.
The instant the difficult very great lady had vanished, Mr. Golden came into the room. He placed upon the table some leather cases.
"Ruby what do you think of those?"
"Why, they"re from stock, aren"t they?" Mr. Ruby took up some of the cases which Mr. Golden had put down. There was quite a heap of them.
They contained rings, bracelets, necklaces, odds and ends in diamond work. "Anything the matter with them, Golden?"
"There"s this the matter with them--that they"re all paste."
"Golden!"
"I"ve been glancing through the stock. I haven"t got far, but I"ve come upon those already. Somebody appears to be having a little joke at our expense. It strikes me, Ruby, that we"re about to be the victims of one of the greatest jewel robberies upon record."
"Golden!"
"Have you been showing this to the d.u.c.h.ess?"
Mr. Golden picked up a necklace of diamonds from a case which lay open on the table, whose charms Mr. Ruby had been recently exhibiting to that difficult great lady. "Ruby!--Good Heavens!"
"Wha-what"s the matter?"
"They"re paste!"
Mr. Golden was staring at the necklace as though it were some hideous thing.
"Paste!--G-G-Golden!" Mr. Ruby positively trembled. "That"s Kesteeven"s necklace which he brought in this morning to see if we could find a customer for it."
"I"m quite aware that this was Kesteeven"s necklace. Now it would be dear at a ten-pound note."
"A ten-pound note! He wants ten thousand guineas! It"s not more than an hour since he brought it--no one can have touched it."
"Ruby, don"t talk nonsense! I saw Kesteeven"s necklace when he brought it, I see this thing now. This is not Kesteeven"s necklace--it has been changed!"
"Golden!"
"To whom have you shown this necklace?"
"To the d.u.c.h.ess of Datchet."
"To whom else?"
"To no one."
"Who has been in this room?"
"You know who has been in the room as well as I do."
"Then--she did it."
"She?--Who?"
"The d.u.c.h.ess!"
"Golden! you are mad!"
"I shall be mad pretty soon. We shall be ruined! I"ve not the slightest doubt but that you"ve been selling people paste for diamonds for goodness knows how long."
"Golden!"
"You"ll have to come with me to Datchet House. I"ll see the Duke--I"ll have it out with him at once." Mr. Golden threw open the door.
"Thompson, Mr. Ruby and I are going out. See that n.o.body comes near this room until we return."
To make sure that n.o.body did come near that room Mr. Golden turned the key in the lock, and pocketed the key.
CHAPTER II
When Messrs. Ruby and Golden arrived at Datchet House they found the Duke at home. He received them in his own apartment. On their entrance he was standing behind a writing table.
"Well, gentlemen, to what am I indebted for the honour of this visit?"
Mr. Golden took on himself the office of spokesman.
"We have called, your Grace, upon a very delicate matter." The Duke inclined his head--he also took a seat. "The d.u.c.h.ess of Datchet has favoured us this morning with a visit."
"The d.u.c.h.ess!"