"Please may I trouble you with these for a moment?"
"Indeed you may. Pray excuse my negligence," Ray gallantly exclaimed, as he extended his hands for them.
She filled them both, and then gracefully descended to the ground.
"You can wait, James, to take Mr. Palmer back," she quietly remarked, as they turned to mount the steps of the residence before which they had stopped.
"Pray do not ask your man to do that, Mrs. Vanderbeck; I can take a car just as well," the young man exclaimed.
"No, indeed," she returned, with a brilliant smile, "I am sure it would be very uncourteous in me to allow you to do so after your kindness in coming with me."
She rang the bell, and the door was almost immediately opened by a colored servant, when the beautiful woman led the way to a small reception room on the right of the hall, where she invited her companion to be seated, while she went to arrange for the interview with her husband.
She glided gracefully from the room, and Ray, depositing upon the table the packages he held, began to remove his gloves, while he glanced about the elegant apartment, noticing its hangings and decorations and many beautiful pictures.
Presently a gentleman of very prepossessing appearance entered, and Ray, arising, was astonished to behold, instead of the invalid he had pictured to himself, a man in the prime of life and apparently in perfect health.
He bowed politely.
"Mr. Vanderbeck, I presume?" he remarked, inquiringly.
The gentleman smilingly returned his salute, without responding to the name, then courteously asked him to take a seat.
Ray took the proffered chair, and then observed, although he wondered why Mrs. Vanderbeck did not return:
"As I suppose you know, I have called, at the request of Mrs. Vanderbeck, to have you examine some--Good heavens!"
And he suddenly leaped from his chair as if shot from it by some powerful but concealed spring, his face as pale as his shirt bosom, great drops of cold perspiration breaking out upon his forehead.
He had put his hand in his pocket as he spoke, to take from it the package of diamonds, but--_it was gone_!
"Pray do not be so excited, my young friend," calmly observed his companion, "but sit down again and tell me your errand."
But Ray Palmer did not hear or heed him. He had rushed to the window, where, with a trembling hand, he swept aside the heavy draperies and looked out upon the street for the _coupe_ in which he had been brought to that house.
It was not in sight, and the fearful truth burst upon him--he had been the victim of an accomplished sharper.
He had been robbed, and the clever thief had suddenly vanished, leaving no trace behind her.
CHAPTER VII.
A DESPERATE SITUATION.
For a moment all Raymond Palmer"s strength fled, leaving him almost as helpless as a child, while he gazed wildly up and down the street, vainly searching for the woman who had so cunningly duped him, for he knew, if his suspicions were correct, the firm of Amos Palmer & Co. would lose thousands of dollars by that day"s operations.
But the young man was no irresolute character. He knew that he must act, and promptly, if he would regain the treasure he had lost, and this thought soon restored strength and energy to both heart and limb.
"I have been robbed!" he cried hoa.r.s.ely, as he rushed back to the table and seized his hat and gloves, intent only upon getting out upon the street to trace the clever woman who had so outwitted him.
Doctor Wesselhoff was also a victim of the sharpers; for, of course, it will be readily understood that the whole matter was only a deeply laid and cunningly executed scheme to rob the wealthy jewelers of diamonds to a large amount. He was watching Ray"s every movement with keenest interest, and with a resolute purpose written upon his intelligent face.
He quietly approached him, laid his hand gently upon his arm, and his magnetic power was so strong that Ray was instantly calmed, to a certain extent, in spite of his exceeding dismay at the terrible and unexpected calamity that had overtaken him.
"My young friend," he said soothingly, "you say you have been robbed.
Please explain yourself. There is no one in this house who would rob you."
Ray searched the man"s face with eager, curious eyes. Then he shook off his hand with an impatient movement.
"Explain myself!" he repeated hotly. "I have had a small fortune stolen from me, and I believe that _you_ are an accomplice in the transaction."
"No, no; I a.s.sure you I am not," returned the gentleman gravely, and exactly as he would have addressed a person whom he believed to be perfectly sane. "I was told that a caller wished to see me, and I find a man claiming that he has been robbed in my house. What do you mean?
Tell me, and perhaps I can help you in your emergency."
The young man was impressed by his courteous manner, in spite of his suspicions, and striving to curb his excitement, he gave him a brief explanation of what had occurred.
His account tallied so exactly with the statements of his visitor of the previous day that Doctor Wesselhoff became more and more interested in the singular case, and was convinced that his patient was indeed afflicted with a peculiar monomania.
"Who was this woman?" he inquired, to gain time, while he should consider what course to pursue with his patient.
"I do not know--she was an utter stranger to me--never saw her before.
She called herself Mrs. Vanderbeck."
That was the name of the "sister" whom Mrs. Walton had told him she would send with her son, so the celebrated physician had no suspicion of foul play.
"And who are you?" he asked, searching the fine face before him with increasing interest.
"My name is Palmer," Ray answered. "I am the son of Amos Palmer, a jeweler of this city."
Doctor Wesselhoff glanced keenly at him, while he thought that, if he was mad, there was certainly method in his madness to make him deny his own name, and claim to be some one else.
The physician had always been a profound student, he was thoroughly in love with his profession, devoting all his time and energies to it, consequently he was not posted regarding the jewelers of New York, or, indeed, business firms of any kind, fore he did not know Amos Palmer--if indeed there was such a man--from any other dealer in the vanities of the world.
He firmly believed the young man before him to be a monomaniac of an unusual type, although he could plainly see that, naturally, he was a person of no ordinary character and intelligence.
"I regret very much that you should find yourself in such deep trouble,"
he remarked in his calm, dignified manner, "and if you have been decoyed here in the way you claim, you are certainly the victim of a very clever plot. Perhaps I can help you, however; just come this way with me. I will order my carriage, for of course you must act quickly, and we will try our best to relieve you in this unpleasant predicament."
"Thank you sir; you are very kind to be so interested," returned Ray, beginning to think the man had also been made a tool to further the schemes of the thieves, and wholly unsuspicious that he was being led still farther into the trap laid for his unwary feet. "My first act," he continued, "will be to go to the superintendent of police, and put the matter in his hands."
"Yes, yes--that would be the wisest course to pursue, no doubt. This way, Mr.--Palmer. It will save time if we go directly to the stable,"
and Doctor Wesselhoff opened a door opposite the one by which Ray had entered, and politely held it for him to pa.s.s through.
Ray, wholly unsuspicious, stepped eagerly forward and entered the room beyond, when the door was quickly closed after him, and the sound of a bolt shooting into its socket startled him to a knowledge of the fact that he was a prisoner.
A cry of indignation and dismay burst from him, as it again flashed upon him that his companion of a moment before must be in league with the woman who had decoyed him to that place.
He sprang back to the door, and sternly demanded to be instantly released.