"And how did he come by them?"
"He won"t tell me much about it--except that they took in the goods some weeks ago in the ordinary course of business. The fact is he is vexed: for he has really been careful and has managed to avoid these unpleasant episodes, to which all p.a.w.nbrokers are liable. It was with difficulty I could get him to let me bring them up here: and that only on condition that they should be in his hands again before the clock struck twelve."
"You shall keep faith with him. But now, Mr. Bond, what is your opinion of all this?"
"My opinion is that that same young woman stole the studs: and that she contrived to get them conveyed to London to this a.s.sistant, her relative, who no doubt advanced money upon them. I cannot see my way to any other conclusion under the circ.u.mstances," continued Mr. Bond, firmly. "But for James"s turning crusty, I might have learned more."
"I will go to him myself," said Miss Deveen, with sudden resolution.
"When he finds that my intention is to hold his pocket harmless and make no disturbance in any way, he will not be crusty with me. But this matter must be cleared up if it be possible to clear it."
Miss Deveen was not one to be slow of action, once a resolve was taken.
Mr. Bond made no attempt to oppose her: on the contrary, he seemed to think it might be well that she should go. She sent George out for a cab, in preference to taking her carriage, and said I might accompany her. We were off long before Miss Cattledon"s conference with the curates within the church was over.
The shop was in a rather obscure street, not far from Regent Street. I inquired for Mr. James at the private door, and he came out to the cab.
Miss Deveen said she had called to speak to him on particular business, and he took us upstairs to a handsomely furnished room. He was a well-dressed, portly, good-looking man, with a pleasant face and easy manners. Miss Deveen, bidding him sit down near her, explained the affair in a few words, and asked him to help her to elucidate it. He responded frankly at once, and said he would willingly give all the aid in his power.
"Singular to say, I took these studs in myself," he observed. "I never do these things now, but my foreman had a holiday that day to attend a funeral, and I was in the shop. They were pledged on the 27th of January: since Mr. Bond left this morning I have referred to my books."
The 27th of January. It was on the night of the 23rd that the studs disappeared. Then the thief had not lost much time! I said so.
"Stay a minute, Johnny," cried Miss Deveen: "you young ones sum up things too quickly for me. Let me trace past events. The studs, as you say, were lost on the 23rd; the loss was discovered on the 24th, and Lettice Lane was discharged; on the 25th those of us staying at Whitney Hall began to talk of leaving; and on the 26th you two went home after seeing Miss Chalk off by rail to London."
"And Mrs. Hughes also. They went up together."
"Who is Mrs. Hughes?" asked Miss Deveen.
"Don"t you remember?--that young married lady who came to the dance with the Featherstons. She lives somewhere in London."
Miss Deveen considered a little. "I don"t remember any Mrs. Hughes, Johnny."
"But, dear Miss Deveen, you must remember her," I persisted. "She was very young-looking, as little as Sophie Chalk; Harry Whitney, dancing with her, trod off the tail of her thin pink dress. I heard old Featherston telling you about Mrs. Hughes, saying it was a sad history.
Her husband lost his money after they were married, and had been obliged to take a small situation."
Recollection flashed upon Miss Deveen. "Yes, I remember now. A pale, lady-like little woman with a sad face. But let us go back to business.
You all left on the 26th; I and Miss Cattledon on the 27th. Now, while the visitors were at the Hall, I don"t think the upper-housemaid could have had time to send off the studs by rail. Still less could she have come up herself to pledge them."
Miss Deveen"s head was running on Mr. Bond"s theory.
"It was no housemaid that pledged the studs," spoke Mr. James.
"I was about to say, Mr. James, that if you took them in yourself over the counter, they could not have been sent up to your a.s.sistant."
"All the people about me are trustworthy, I can a.s.sure you, ma"am," he interrupted. "They would not lend themselves to such a thing. It was a lady who pledged those studs."
"A lady?"
"Yes, ma"am, a lady. And to tell the truth, if I may venture to say it, the description you have now given of a lady just tallies with her."
"Mrs. Hughes?"
"It seems so to me," continued Mr. James. "Little, pale, and lady-like: that is just what she was."
"Dear me!" cried Miss Deveen, letting her hands drop on her lap as if they had lost their power. "You had better tell me as much as you can recollect, please."
"It was at dusk," said Mr. James. "Not quite dark, but the lamps were lighted in the streets and the gas indoors: just the hour, ma"am, that gentlefolk choose for bringing their things to us. I happened to be standing near the door, when a lady came into the shop and asked to see the princ.i.p.al. I said I was he, and retired behind the counter. She brought out these emerald studs"--touching the box--"and said she wanted to sell them, or pledge them for their utmost value. She told me a tale, in apparent confidence, of a brother who had fallen into debt at college, and she was trying to get together some money to help him, or frightful trouble might come of it. If it was not genuine," broke off Mr. James, "she was the best actor I ever saw in all my life."
"Please go on."
"I saw the emeralds were very rare and beautiful. She said they were an heirloom from her mother, who had brought the stones from India and had them linked together in England. I told her I could not buy them; she rejoined that it might be better only to pledge them, for they would not be entirely lost to her, and she might redeem them ere twelve months had pa.s.sed if I would keep them as long as that. I explained that the law exacted it. The name she gave was Mary Drake, asking if I had ever heard of the famous old forefather of theirs, Admiral Drake. The name answers to the initials on the gold."
""M. D." They were engraved for Margaret Deveen. Perhaps she claimed the crest, also, Mr. James," added that lady, sarcastically.
"She did, ma"am; in so far as that she said it was the crest of the Drake family."
"And you call her a lady?"
"She had every appearance of one, in tone and language too. Her hand--she took one of her gloves off when showing the studs--was a lady"s hand; small, delicate, and white as alabaster. Ma"am, rely upon it, though she may not be a lady in deeds, she must be living the life of one."
"But now, who was it?"
Yes, who was it? Miss Deveen, looking at us, seemed to wait for an answer, but she did not get one.
"How much did you lend upon the studs?"
"Ten pounds. Of course that is nothing like their value."
"Should you know her again? How was she dressed?"
"She wore an ordinary Paisley shawl; it was cold weather; and had a thick veil over her face, which she never lifted."
"Should not that have excited your suspicion?" interrupted Miss Deveen.
"I don"t like people who keep their veils down while they talk to you."
The p.a.w.nbroker smiled. "Most ladies keep them down when they come here.
As to knowing her again, I am quite certain that I should; and her voice too. Whoever she was, she went about it very systematically, and took me in completely. Her asking for the princ.i.p.al may have thrown me somewhat off my guard."
We came away, leaving the studs with Mr. James: the time had not arrived for Miss Deveen to redeem them. She seemed very thoughtful as we went along in the cab.
"Johnny," she said, breaking the silence, "we talk lightly enough about the Finger of Providence; but I don"t know what else it can be that has led to this discovery so far. Out of the hundreds of p.a.w.nbroking establishments scattered about the metropolis, it is wonderfully strange that this should have been the one the studs were taken to; and furthermore, that Bond should have been pa.s.sing it last night at the moment Lady Whitney"s housemaid came forth. Had the studs been pledged elsewhere, we might never have heard of them; neither, as it is, but for the housemaid"s being connected with Mr. James"s a.s.sistant."
Of course it was strange.
"You were surprised to see the studs connected together, Johnny. That was the point I mentioned in reference to Lettice Lane. "_One_ might have fallen down," she sobbed out to me, in leaving Whitney Hall; "even two; but it"s beyond the bounds of probability that three should, ma"am." She was thinking of the studs as separated; and it convinced me that she had never seen them. True, an artful woman might say so purposely to deceive me, but I am sure that Lettice has not the art to do it. But now, Johnny, we must consider what steps to take next. I shall not rest until the matter is cleared."
"Suppose it should never get on any further!"
"Suppose you are like a young bear, all your experience to come?"
retorted Miss Deveen. "Why, Johnny Ludlow, do you think that when that Finger I ventured to speak of is directing an onward course, It halts midway? There cannot, I fear, be much doubt as to the thief; but we must have proof."