"Well, you can take it," answered Chance. "Mind who does it, though--Parslet, or somebody else that"s confidential. Don"t let it go into the office."
"You are wanted, sir," said Mr. Dene, from the door.
"Who is it?" asked his master.
"Mr. Chamberlain. He says he is in a hurry."
"I"m coming. Here, Dene!" he called out as the latter was turning away: and young Dene came back again.
"Sit down here, now, and take a copy of this letter," cried the lawyer, rapidly drawing out and opening the little writing-desk table that stood against the wall at the back of the room. "Here"s pen, ink and paper, all ready: the letter is confidential, you perceive."
He went out of the room as he spoke, Mr. Chance with him; and Sam Dene sat down to commence his task, after exchanging a few words with Miss Betty, with whom he was on good terms.
"Charles makes as much fuss over this little box as if it were filled with diamonds from Golconda, instead of guineas," remarked she, pointing with her scissors to the box, which stood near her on the table, to direct the young man"s attention to it. "I don"t know how many folks he has not brought in already to have a look at it."
"Well, it was a capital find, Miss Betty; one to be proud of," answered Sam, settling to his work.
For some little time nothing was heard but the scratching of Mr. Dene"s pen and the clicking of Miss Betty"s scissors. Her task was nearing completion. A few minutes more, and the last click was given, the last bit of the braid was off. "And I"m glad of it," cried she aloud, flinging the end of the curtain on the top of the rest.
"This braid will do again for something or other," considered Miss Betty, as she began to wind it upon an old book. "It was put on fresh only three or four years ago. Well brushed, it will look almost like new."
Again Susan opened the door. "Miss Betty, here"s the man come with the chintz: five or six rolls of it for you to choose from," cried she.
"Shall he come in here?"
Miss Betty was about to say Yes, but stopped and said No, instead. The commotion of holding up the chintzes to the light, to judge of their different merits, might disturb Mr. Dene; and she knew better than to interrupt business.
"Let him take them to the room where they are to hang, Susan; we can judge best there."
Tossing the braid to Susan, who stood waiting at the door, Miss Betty hastily took up her curtains, and Susan held the door open for her mistress to pa.s.s through.
Choosing chintz for window-curtains takes some time; as everybody knows whose fancy is erratic. And how long Miss Betty and Susan and the young man from the chintz-mart had been doubting and deciding and doubting again, did not quite appear, when Captain c.o.c.kermuth"s voice was heard ascending from below.
"Betty! Are you upstairs, Betty?"
"Yes, I"m here," she called back, crossing to the door to speak. "Do you want me, Charles?"
"Where have you put the box?"
"What box?"
"The box of guineas."
"It is on the table."
"It is not on the table. I can"t see it anywhere."
"It was on the table when I left the parlour. I did not touch it. Ask Mr. Dene where it is: I left him there."
"Mr. Dene"s not here. I wish you"d come down."
"Very well; I"ll come in a minute or two," concluded Miss Betty, going back to the chintzes.
"Why, I saw that box on the table as I shut the door after you had come out, ma"am," observed Susan, who had listened to the colloquy.
"So did I," said Miss Betty; "it was the very last thing my eyes fell on. If young Mr. Dene finished what he was about and left the parlour, I dare say he put the box up somewhere for safety. I think, Susan, we must fix upon this light pea-green with the rosebuds running up it. It matches the paper: and the light coming through it takes quite a nice shade."
A little more indecision yet; and yet a little more, as to whether the curtains should be lined, or not, and then Miss c.o.c.kermuth went downstairs. The captain was pacing the pa.s.sage to and fro impatiently.
"Now then, Betty, where"s my box?"
"But how am I to know where the box is, Charles, if it"s not on the table?" she remonstrated, turning into the parlour, where two friends of the captain"s waited to be regaled with the sight of the recovered treasure. "I had to go upstairs with the young man who brought the chintzes; and I left the box here"--indicating the exact spot on the table. "It was where you left it yourself. I did not touch it at all."
She shook hands with the visitors. Captain c.o.c.kermuth looked gloomy--as if he were at sea and had lost his reckoning.
"If you had to leave the room, why didn"t you put the box up?" asked he.
"A boxful of guineas shouldn"t be left alone in an empty room."
"But Mr. Dene was in the room; he sat at the desk there, copying a letter for John. As to why didn"t I put the box up, it was not my place to do so that I know of. You were about yourself, Charles--only at the front-door, I suppose."
Captain c.o.c.kermuth was aware that he had not been entirely at the front-door. Two or three times he had crossed over to hold a chat with acquaintances on the other side the way; had strolled with one of them nearly up to Salt Lane and back. Upon catching hold of these two gentlemen, now brought in, he had found the parlour empty of occupants and the box not to be seen.
"Well, this is a nice thing--that a man can"t put his hand upon his own property when he wants to, or hear where it is!" grumbled he. "And what business on earth had Dene to meddle with the box?"
"To put it in safety--if he did meddle with it, and a sensible thing to do," retorted Miss Betty, who did not like to be scolded unjustly. "Just like you, Charles, making a fuss over nothing! Why don"t you go and ask young Dene where it is?"
"Young Dene is not in. And John"s not in. n.o.body is in but Parslet; and he does not know anything about it. I must say, Betty, you manage the house nicely!" concluded the captain ironically, giving way to his temper.
This was, perhaps the reader may think, commotion enough "over nothing,"
as Miss Betty put it. But it was not much as compared with the commotion which set in later. When Mr. c.o.c.kermuth came in, he denied all knowledge of it, and Sam Dene was impatiently waited for.
It was past two o"clock when he returned, for he had been home to dinner. The good-looking young fellow turned in at the front-door with a fleet step, and encountered Captain c.o.c.kermuth, who attacked him hotly, demanding what he had done with the box.
"Ah," said Sam, lightly and coolly, "Parslet said you were looking for it." Mr. Parslet had in fact mentioned it at home over his dinner.
"Well, where is it?" said the captain. "Where did you put it?"
"I?" cried young Dene. "Not anywhere. Should I be likely to touch the box, sir? I saw the box on that table while I was copying a letter for Mr. c.o.c.kermuth; that"s all I know of it."
The captain turned red, and pale, and red again. "Do you mean to tell me to my face, Mr. Dene, that the box is _gone_?"
"I"m sure I don"t know," said Sam in the easiest of all easy tones. "It seems to be gone."
The box was gone. Gone once more with all its golden guineas. It could not be found anywhere; in the house or out of the house, upstairs or down. The captain searched frantically, the others helped him, but no trace of it could be found.
At first it was impossible to believe it. That this self-same box should mysteriously have vanished a second time, seemed to be too marvellous for fact. But it was true.
n.o.body would admit a share in the responsibility. The captain left the box safe amidst (as he put it) a roomful of people: Miss Betty considered that she left it equally safe, with Mr. Dene seated at the writing-table, and the captain dodging (as _she_ put it) in and out. Mr.
c.o.c.kermuth had not entered the parlour since he left it, when called to Mr. Chamberlain, with whom he had gone out. Sam Dene reiterated that he had not meddled with the box; no, nor thought about it.