"Eh, what? Well, by thunder, this is getting to be something fierce!"
commented the Earl as he took the cuff-b.u.t.ton from Holmes and stowed it away in his vest-pocket, "not the recovery of them, which I welcome, but the melancholy fact that I have been betrayed now by no less than, seven different people in whom I have reposed confidence,--my own wife, my secretary, my coachman, my second cook, my second gardener, and now by both my footmen! I wonder who is going to be the next guilty miscreant!"
And the Earl scratched his head with perplexity.
"Who did you think took them, anyhow? The horses out in the stables, huh?" inquired Holmes humorously. "But where is the rest of our recent little promenade party by this time? Watson and I got lost in the woods back there, and we lost sight of the others."
"Oh, they"re up in the billiard-room, shoving the ivories around on the green tables," answered the Earl, rising and stretching himself.
"And with their heads containing about as much ivory as the billiard-b.a.l.l.s, I suppose. Honestly, I never saw such a pack of gilded loafers in my life! Don"t they ever try to improve their minds! It seems that you have some faint glimmerings of literary appreciation, since you read London _Punch_ there, but those other ginks don"t even read _that_ much! Let"s go up and inspect their playing, especially that of Mr. Hicks," Holmes concluded, winking meaningly at me, as we left the library and mounted the stairs.
Up on the fourth floor we entered the billiard-room where so much time was killed, and found Lord Launcelot, Hicks, Tooter, and Thorneycroft shooting a game of billiards, with old man Letstrayed, the so-called police inspector, fast asleep in one of the splint-bottomed chairs, as usual. Holmes picked up a cue, and playfully poked Letstrayed in the ribs with it.
"Wake up, Barney, and hear the birds sing!" he called out.
The sleepy inspector jumped up in surprise, while the other four men laughed and continued their game, and the Earl and I sat down as Holmes walked over and b.u.t.ted into the playing.
"Say, I don"t think that Hicks is holding his cue just right, fellows," said he, grabbing that worthy"s cue away from him and leaning over the table to try a shot himself. "Look,--this is the way to do it!"
"Aw, you"re not holding it right yourself, Holmes," said Launcelot, who prided himself on his knowledge of billiards.
"Sneeze, kid, your brains are dusty. I guess I could shoot pool and billiards along with the world"s experts when you were studying your A, B, C"s! You see, I"m forty-nine years old, while you"re barely thirty," replied the old boy, as sa.s.sy as ever.
"Hicks, I"m astonished at your playing," he continued in an authoritative tone; "why, a man so smart as to keep a diamond cuff-b.u.t.ton hidden for three days while he confides in the Earl"s chef down in the pantry should be able to play this intellectual game better than that!"
The Canadian"s mouth opened, and his eyes bulged out with fright as he heard his recent deeds thus published to the a.s.sembled crowd, while all his audience showed astonishment as great as Hicks"s.
"Now, look me in the eye, William Hicks!" Holmes went on, pointing his finger at his victim, "and tell His Lordship the Earl if that isn"t the actual truth I just spoke."
"Er--er, ah,--I guess it is. I can"t see how you ever found it out, but that crook of a Budd he came to me with one of the gems, and induced me to keep it for him till he called for it," was the admission of the confused Hicks, who, with reddened face, sheepishly fished out the stolen cuff-b.u.t.ton and handed it to the astonished Earl.
"And now Billie Hicks is a thief, too!" said the latter. "How the Sam Hill did you ascertain _that_, Holmes?"
"Well, if Mr. Hicks hadn"t been so careless as to stand around in the spilled flour on the pantry-floor when he was foolishly confiding his little game to the chef, perhaps I wouldn"t have been able to apprehend him now," replied Holmes, clearing his throat. "Are you awake there, Letstrayed? You see that"s how it"s done, examining the incriminating stains on the soles of the shoes. Not the daintiest job in the world, perhaps, but it brings the results, and that"s the main thing. This now makes a total of nine of the Puddingham cuff-b.u.t.tons I have unearthed, and I have promised myself that I shall bag the other two by to-night."
"Do you always keep the promises you make to yourself, Holmes?" said Launcelot, with a grin.
"You just bet your life I do,--every time! But as His Lordship has evidently filed a _nolle_ in the case of The State vs. Hicks, we"ll go on with the billiards, with that Canadian gentleman remaining still unhanged. Now shoot "em up, fellows."
So saying, the cold-blooded old sleuth sailed into the game with the other four men, and I sat tight in one of the chairs and talked about the weather with Letstrayed, which was about the extent of the latter"s conversational abilities, although every once in a while I could hear him say to himself under his breath: "Nine down--two to come!"
They played on at the billiard-table for over two hours, and then it was noontime, and the still abashed MacTavish, the footman, came in and announced luncheon.
The Earl led the way down to the dining-room, and after we had been seated, Holmes told Harrigan to pa.s.s the word out to La Violette in the kitchen that his Canadian friend had confessed his share in the diamond robbery, but that Louis shouldn"t worry about any possible indictment as an accomplice, and that he trusted that the green peas would be as good as ever, prepared under his able direction.
"Won"t you try some of the Ceylon tea I brought in, Holmes?" asked Tooter. "I may as well advertise it all I can, now that you have exposed my secret salesmanship in the castle."
"No, thanks," said Holmes crisply, "I always prefer coffee, anyhow,--the stronger the better; and moreover, I am still more interested in what I thought that tea-packet was that you had upstairs when I intruded on your love-making."
"All right, suit yourself then, you old crab! I"m going right ahead with my plans for marrying Teresa Olivano anyhow, in spite of you and the Earl and your dodgasted cuff-b.u.t.tons."
And Uncle J. Edmund Tooter said no more for the remainder of the luncheon.
When the meal was over, and Inspector Letstrayed seemed somewhat more overcome than usual, the party dispersed, and Holmes and I took a walk through the rooms on the first floor,--"just for fun," as he put it.
It was then a little after one o"clock. As we were going through the kitchen, where the now subdued La Violette greeted us with a silent bow, Holmes"s eagle eye caught sight of Uncle Tooter"s coat-tail just disappearing behind the cellar-door. With a whispered warning to me and a quiet seizure of my arm, Holmes tiptoed after him, softly opened the cellar-door, and as Tooter"s steps died away along the cement floor of the cellar, we went inside, locked the door, and I stationed myself on the top step, while Holmes went down.
CHAPTER XVII
Holmes quietly hid behind a large beer-barrel at the foot of the stairs, while I could hear old man Tooter rattling several bottles at the other end of the cellar, and talking to himself the while.
"Let"s see: Here"s the beautiful Amontillado wine from that lovely Spain that gave me my Teresa," muttered the aged dotard.
Then I heard the sound of something gurgling in his throat, evidently the Spanish wine that he had poured out, as there was always a good supply of gla.s.ses alongside the wine-bins.
"Now where in thunder did I put that diamond cuff-b.u.t.ton?" came the voice of Tooter again, while I sat still on the top step of the cellar-stairs, just inside the door, from which point I could see the tip of Holmes"s long, lean, aquiline nose peering out from behind the barrel below me.
"It isn"t under the Muenchener barrel,--it must be under the Dortmunder," continued Tooter to himself, as I heard him laboriously heave over the barrel and paw around on the cement floor under it, in the s.p.a.ce between the head of the barrel and the raised ends of the staves, "Ah! here it is,--the cute little diamond that that nutty George has been after, which I have been keeping since last Monday to oblige a fellow-sport, Billie Budd, but which I have decided must be taken out of the vulgar crude cuff-b.u.t.ton and reset in an engagement ring for Teresa, since she is so dippy after historical relics!"
Then I heard a long-drawn sigh of relief, as Tooter drew himself a foaming stein-ful of the Dortmunder beer.
In a minute more he started back toward the stairs, and as he pa.s.sed the barrel there at the foot of the stairs, Holmes suddenly jumped out and grabbed him with both hands, seizing the diamond cuff-b.u.t.ton from him at the same instant.
"Ah! I"ve got you now, old wine-bibber! old diamond-thief! Look thou not upon the German beer when it is light yellow, or it shall surely get thee, sooner or later!" shouted Holmes in triumph, while Tooter was so surprised and scared he could hardly speak. "Watson, you can unlock the door up there now, and we"ll proceed to the Earl"s usual place of business and disburse unto him his tenth stolen cuff-b.u.t.ton.
You fooled me all right yesterday morning, Tooter, but,--by the brainless cranium of Barnabas Letstrayed, I"ve certainly got the goods on you now!"
I unlocked the cellar-door and stepped out into the kitchen, where the French and Russian pancake-t.o.s.s.e.rs stared in astonishment as Hemlock Holmes came marching up the cellar-stairs with a firm hand on Uncle Tooter"s shoulder, and then columned left in a parade through the dining-room on the way to the library.
"At-ten-_shun_!" called out my partner. "Present cuff-b.u.t.ton! Salute!
Most n.o.ble Earl of Puddingham, here is your tenth and second last stolen gem!"
Thereupon Holmes laid the glittering thing in the Earl"s hand, while that worthy fell back weakly in his chair and stammered:
"What? Is Uncle Tooter guilty too? Ye G.o.ds and little fishes! Up to the very last I had hoped that none of the disgrace of this robbery would rest upon his st.u.r.dy shoulders, but now I see that it has, anyhow. And I suppose he claims that Billie Budd made him do it, against his better nature, like all the other simps you have jerked up, eh?"
"Yes, Billie Budd was in on this too," replied Holmes, as he carelessly lit another coffin-nail and turning around, calmly blew the smoke in the face of Thorneycroft, who had just come in; "but the old gent didn"t have to tell me that. I overheard him conversing to himself about it down in your worshipful wine-cellar, where he had the cuff-b.u.t.ton hidden under a beer-barrel. If Tooter ever expects to get along well in the diamond-swiping business, he will certainly have to cut out the highly reprehensible habit of talking to himself, particularly when somebody else might be listening. I guess that"s all, Earl, for the present, although if I were you I would keep these ten recovered cuff-b.u.t.tons in some safer place than that d.i.n.ky little jewel cabinet on your dresser, since a little bird recently informed me that the desperate William X. Budd, the author of all these atrocities, is about to visit Normanstow Towers to-morrow morning, and attempt to carry them all off for good. Be advised in time now, George."
And Holmes quietly pushed Uncle Tooter into a Turkish rocker back of him, and walked serenely out of the room, his c.o.c.ky old head in the air, and with me trailing humbly along behind him, because it had become the usual thing with me.
"Watson," said he, when he had led me out through a side entrance onto the n.o.ble castle lawn, "something tells me that we should take a little stroll around these lovely flower-beds that Herr Blumenroth has been so a.s.siduously taking care of. See, there"s the old boy now, kneeling down by that geranium bed over there, while his bone-headed a.s.sistant, Demetrius What"s-his-name, wheels the barrowful of fertilizer down from the shed behind the stables. Let"s go over."
We joined the elderly and phlegmatic gardener, and after joshing him a little about the beauty of the plants he was growing, Holmes began to ask him some leading questions about whether Lord Launcelot hadn"t been loafing around the flower-beds on the previous Easter Monday at a time when he naturally would be expected to be up in the billiard room, shooting his head off at his favorite indoor game.
Heinrich was not at all backward about informing on the Earl"s junior brother, and I gathered from his very frank remarks that he, Heinrich, did not hold a very high opinion of the said Launcelot"s intellectual abilities. It seems that the latter had been loafing around Blumenroth most of the day Monday, and several times the gardener had caught him monkeying with his trowel, trying to dig up one of the flower-beds in a very unscientific manner, which same monkeying had greatly exacerbated Heinrich"s none too admirable temper.
"It looked as if he was trying to hide something under the ground, Mr.
Holmes, like a dog burying a bone," said the gardener to us; "and after he had kept it up awhile, interfering with my work all the time, I could stand it no longer and told him loudly to beat it, which he did. As soon as he was gone, I quickly turned over all the earth in the flower-bed with my trowel, but couldn"t find a thing, so I suppose the simp must have taken it away with him, whatever it was."