"Yes, sir. I suspect Donald MacTavish, the second footman. I saw him with something shiny in his hand last night, which he hastily concealed when he saw me coming."
"That will be all, Luigi," said Holmes; "you are excused."
The valet looked like Mephistopheles, as he glanced around with a triumphant expression on his swarthy face, and left the room.
"Bring in Lord Launcelot"s valet next, Thorneycroft," said Holmes.
"And we may as well sit down, as the examination of this crowd will take some time."
The Earl and the rest of us found chairs in the drawing-room as Thorneycroft, looking very important, hustled out in the corridor to rope in the next victim. The constables had the servants all considerably frightened, and they stood around on one foot with mixed expressions on their faces. In a moment the other valet confronted us.
"State your name, age, previous place of employment, and whether you have ever been arrested," commanded Holmes, who seemed to be speeding up a little on his inquisition.
I wondered at my friend"s somewhat more nervous manner as he questioned the second servant, until I noticed his old cocaine-squirter being shoved gently back into his pocket with his left hand, as he pointed his right forefinger at the servant. Holmes had evidently just sneaked in an extra shot in the arm without any one"s getting wise, and I, who knew him of old, was sure that he would have a fit on for several hours.
"Peter Adrian Van Damm. Twenty-nine. Pretorius Brothers"
diamond-importing house in Amsterdam, Holland. No, sir," replied the valet, just as quickly as Holmes had questioned him.
"I see that you are not to be fl.u.s.tered," nodded Holmes approvingly; "also that you are familiar with diamonds. What would you think of a man who would steal the Earl"s diamond cuff-b.u.t.tons?"
"I would say that he didn"t show very good taste. They are too large and crude. Not fit to be worn to a prize-fight," answered Van Damm calmly.
"Impudent fellow! I"ll fire you for that," growled the Earl.
"Hold on, Your Lordship, we may need this man later. Don"t do anything rash. Thorneycroft, send candid Peter out, and bring in the first footman," Holmes commanded, consulting a list of the servants, which the Earl had given him.
"What"s your name, age, previous place of employment, and prison-record,--if any?" snapped Holmes impatiently, as he noticed the obese face and low brow of the man before him.
"Why, er,--ah,--my name is Hegbert Bunbury, sir. Hi ham forty-two years old. Hi hused to work for the Duke of Bridgerswold, sir, but Hi "ave come down hin the world, sir, and now Hi ham working for honly a hearl. Er, what was that hother question you harsked me, sir?"
"I asked if you had any prison-record."
"Well, now, what a question, Mr. "Olmes! Do you really think that Hi would stoop so low as to swipe "Is Lawdship"s cuff-b.u.t.tons?"
"I didn"t ask you whether you stole the cuff-b.u.t.tons or not. I"ll find out soon enough whether you did. What I want to know is whether you have ever been arrested for anything before."
And Holmes scowled at the fat footman before him, who fidgeted uneasily as he replied:
"Well, er,--ah, yes; Hi was put in chokey once about ten years ago for lifting a diamond stick-pin belonging to a fellow-servant when Hi was working for the Duke of Bridgerswold; but Hi gave it back to him, Hi ha.s.sure you Hi did, Mr. "Olmes."
"After they compelled you to, I suppose, by the third degree,"
commented Holmes, as he glanced meaningly at the Earl, who frowned heavily at Bunbury. "Well, do you suspect anybody here of stealing the cuff-b.u.t.tons?"
A smile pa.s.sed over the footman"s face, as he replied:
"Yes, sir; Hi "ave no "esitation whatever in saying that Hi suspect Teresa Olivano, the Countess"s Spanish maid, of having stolen them."
"I think that I can account for that accusation," said Uncle Tooter to Holmes. "This fellow Bunbury was recently rejected when he proposed marriage to Teresa. Now, you beat it out of here at once," he added, as he turned to the footman, "and keep your fake suspicions to yourself."
CHAPTER V
The bald-headed secretary led the discomfited Egbert outside, and, at Holmes"s request, returned with Donald MacTavish, the second footman.
"Well, Donald, I don"t suppose it makes any difference how old you are, and your name I already know. I only asked those routine questions of the first three servants to humor my fat friend from Scotland Yard here, Inspector Barnabas Letstrayed, who represents the slow and beef-witted majesty of the London police." And Holmes winked at me, as he added: "Now, Mac, have you ever been in prison?"
The second footman, who seemed just as embarra.s.sed as the first footman had been, shifted his feet uneasily and answered:
"Well, I suppose you might call it that, Mr. Holmes. About three years ago, when I was employed at Balmoral Castle, in Scotland, I was taken before the village squire and given three days in jail for having been caught with a bottle in my pocket."
"It isn"t a crime in Scotland to carry a bottle, is it?" said Holmes, grinning.
"No; but they claimed that it was half full of Scotch "smoke," and that I had been found totally unconscious up in the hayloft at the time," said MacTavish, with downcast eyes.
"Whom do you suspect of having stolen the cuff-b.u.t.tons?"
The man from Balmoral brightened up, as he answered:
"I am inclined to believe that my partner, Egbert Bunbury, stole them, sir. When he went to propose to Miss Olivano, the Countess"s maid, yesterday afternoon, I saw something sparkling in his hand."
"Think he intended to give her a diamond cuff-b.u.t.ton, instead of a diamond ring, Donald?" queried Holmes.
"Well, who can say? Perhaps he was going to have it taken out, and then reset in a ring."
"You"re an original cuss,--aren"t you, Donald? Also pretty good at pa.s.sing the buck. The Italian valet we examined first accused _you_ of having stolen the Earl"s precious heirlooms. Now, go and fight it out with him. Thorneycroft, you may bring in the butler."
"Ah, that reminds me," said the Earl, "I feel pretty dry. Harrigan, you may pour me out a gla.s.s of wine before you answer any of Mr.
Holmes"s questions," he added as the genial butler stood before us.
When the Earl had been sufficiently refreshed from a bottle that stood handy on a nearby table, Holmes began:
"What is your full name?"
"I have no full name. Despite the fact that I belong to the Bartenders" and Butlers" Union, I am always sober," said Harrigan, with a wink.
"Well, Mr. Smart Alec, what"s your entire name?"
"Joseph Patrick Harrigan, and I can lick the first son-of-a-gun that says I stole those darned cuff-b.u.t.tons!"
"n.o.body said you stole "em. Where were you born, and how did such an able man as yourself come to be working in this menagerie of lowbrows?"
"I was born in little old New York, in the Ninth Ward. I used to be a waiter in a Bowery hash-foundry, and afterwards graduated into one of the Broadway lobster-palaces. I have the reputation of being one of the best living judges of rare wines; and the Earl has said many a time that he could not possibly do without my talents."
"Is that the reason the Earl hired you,--because you are so good at looking upon the grape-juice when it is red?" asked Holmes with a smile, as he winked at His Lordship.
"Your perspicacity is marvelous, Mr. Holmes," replied Harrigan. "My reputation having crossed the ocean, through the men who knew me on Broadway coming over to visit friends in London, the Earl heard of me, and cabled me my expenses and an offer of double the salary I was getting there; so I snapped it up immediately, and here I am, in full charge of the ancient Puddingham wine-cellars."