And Harrigan cleared his throat, threw out his chest, and winked at me.
"Well, Joe," continued Holmes, "what do you know about the lost and lamented cuff-b.u.t.tons,--if anything?"
"Not a darned thing, and that"s the Gospel truth. And as to whom I may possibly suspect of having cabbaged them, I"ll come right out flat-footed and say that I wouldn"t put it past a single person in the place, with the sole exceptions of Louis La Violette, the French cook, Heinie Blumenroth, the German gardener, and myself! Nothing backward about _me_, you know. I lay the whole crowd under a blanket suspicion, on general principles; and I"ll say, furthermore, that I have particular reason to suspect Bunbury, the first footman, of having stolen the cuff-b.u.t.tons, because he tried to steal a necktie from my room last week, and I only caught him in the nick of time, helping him out of the room with a couple of well-placed kicks!"
"It"s sad, indeed, Harrigan," said Holmes, "to contemplate what one"s fellow-man will stoop to. Well, I guess I"ll excuse you from any further questions. Thorneycroft, call in His Excellency, Monsieur La Violette, the Chief Cook of this n.o.ble castle."
"Harrigan, you may pour me out another gla.s.s of wine," interposed the Earl before the butler had a chance to leave the room.
After His Lordship had been refreshed and Harrigan had departed, the Earl said to Holmes:
"Now go on with the bad news. Let"s see what kind of an alibi Louis the soup-maker, pancake-t.o.s.s.e.r, and egg-breaker, has to offer."
And he nudged the fatuous Inspector Letstrayed in the ribs. That worthy, who had been thoughtfully regarding the ceiling for some time, jumped back in surprise.
Just then Thorneycroft returned with the cook,--a short, fat, and irascible-looking man, with black eyes that seemed to snap fire as he returned the stare of the phlegmatic Letstrayed, black hair, and a black mustache and imperial, _a la_ Napoleon III.
"Ah, Monsieur La Violette, what do you know concerning the recent sad affair here at the castle,--the theft of the diamond cuff-b.u.t.tons, you know?" said Holmes, as the Frenchman faced him.
"The diamond cuff-b.u.t.tons, I know, eh? _Sacre bleu!_" shouted the Frenchman, his face blazing red with anger, as he nearly hit the ceiling in his wrath. "You mean to insinuate that I know where they are, you--you! If you were a gentleman, I"d challenge you to a duel for that!"
"Here, here, keep your shirt on a minute, Louis," Holmes advised rea.s.suringly. "I didn"t mean to insinuate anything at all. I was just looking for information."
La Violette regarded Hemlock Holmes for a moment with the bitterest disdain, then he answered:
"Well, if you"re such a smart and sagacious detective as you have been cracked up to be, you could ascertain who pilfered those accursed cuff-b.u.t.tons without using such common methods as lining up the servants, and asking them if they stole them or not. Any one of the servants is likely to be guilty, except only Harrigan, Blumenroth, and myself. All the others are unspeakable imbeciles! Go ahead, then, and get your information, without casting your despicable insinuations upon me."
Holmes shrugged his shoulders, and looked at the Earl.
Barnabas Letstrayed at this point evidently thought it was up to him to pull off something; and he did,--more than he thought.
"Er, Hi say," he began, with great importance, as he motioned to the cook"s cuffs, "aren"t those the lost cuff-b.u.t.tons this fellow is wearing now? They look just like them, Hi think."
Every one stared at La Violette"s cuffs, and that worthy nearly had an apoplectic fit, as the Earl, after having taken one look at the cook"s jewelry, leaned back in his chair and laughed.
"Say, Inspector, those aren"t the lost Puddingham cuff-b.u.t.tons by some lengths. They"re diamonds, all right, but the resemblance ends there.
The stolen ones are at least twelve times bigger; that"s all."
And the Earl laughed again.
Louis La Violette didn"t laugh, however, but made a mad rush at the obese police inspector from London, who had so grievously and wrongly accused him.
"Pig-dog, scoundrel, liar!" he yelled at the top of his voice. "I"ll carve you up into ribbons for that! Take that, you big heap of over-grown beef-fat!"
And the infuriated Gaul launched a blow with his fist at Letstrayed that knocked that astonished person out of his chair and tumbled him flat on the floor, with the chair upside down on top of him.
"Here, don"t let"s have another attempted murder in the castle, La Violette," remonstrated Holmes, as he pulled back the enraged cook from a further a.s.sault on Letstrayed; "contain yourself. Letstrayed is only a rumdum, anyhow, as I have found out from long experience with him. He"s always making bad breaks like that. You really mustn"t mind him."
Louis shook off Holmes"s grasp, and faced the Earl, crying out:
"But I _will_ mind him. I have been insulted. I shall avenge it. I shall throw up my job, and return instantly to that dear Paris! Why did I ever leave it?"
"Good Heavens, Louis!" shouted the Earl in alarm, "you mustn"t think of doing that! I couldn"t get along without you and Harrigan, the butler. Doggone it, Inspector," he added, as that personage slowly and painfully arose from the floor and brushed himself off, "now you _have_ done it. Offended the chef,--and the best chef in the whole country, too! You"d better go outside, and take a walk for your health until Louis cools off. Your further presence here will only tend to aggravate him. Louis, I"ll double your salary if you"ll agree to stay.
It wasn"t my fault, you know."
"Well, all right, Your Lordship," agreed La Violette, after some hesitation, "I guess I"ll pocket my outraged pride, also the one hundred per cent increase in salary, and let you have the further benefit of my services. But I want it distinctly understood by every one present," he added, as he faced around to the others, "that I wouldn"t have those pestiferous Puddingham cuff-b.u.t.tons as a gift!
_Comprenez vous cela_, Mr. Hemlock Holmes of Baker Street, London, and Broadway, New York?"
"Yes, I get you, Louis," replied Holmes, as he glanced at his watch impatiently. "It"s five minutes after ten already, and the diamond baubles haven"t been found yet. If you"ll kindly stand aside, and let somebody else without such a large supply of easily outrageable pride have the floor, I"ll examine them."
The Frenchman, with a sniff and with head in air, walked out of the library; and my friend summoned in the seventh servant so far, the Russian second cook.
CHAPTER VI
"Well, what"s your name, stupid?" snapped Holmes, as a colorless-looking fellow with vacant eyes stood before us.
"Ivan Galetchkoff. I was born in Tikhorietzkaia, Northern Caucasia, I work as second cook in the Earl"s kitchen, and I can tell you just who stole his cuff-b.u.t.tons; so I can!"
"Well, this is interesting, if true," commented Holmes. "And whom do you accuse as the guilty miscreant, Ivan?"
"I accuse that black scoundrel Vermicelli, the Earl"s valet. Oh, how I hate him, with his smooth and slippery ways, and his air of superiority over me, because he helps the Earl on and off with his silk shirts, and I mix the hash in the kitchen!" replied Ivan.
"Well, that"s hardly valid ground for accusing him of the robbery,--don"t you think?" said Holmes, smiling.
"No; but I have other reasons, all right. Vermicelli is the guy who attends to the Earl in his bedroom, and he was the last man to see the diamond cuff-b.u.t.tons as His Lordship retired Sunday night. Therefore, he certainly stole them. I guess it doesn"t take a London detective to dope that out. Why didn"t you search his room the very first thing?"
And Galetchkoff looked about him with an air of triumph.
"Evidently this subject of the Czar didn"t observe his object of suspicion going around with something shiny in his hand, as the others did. Call in the next b.o.o.b," said Holmes.
The Russian hash-mixer departed, and a very charming black-eyed senorita from sunny Spain stood before us.
"What is your name, madam?" said Holmes, with some embarra.s.sment, since, as I have observed before in the course of our mutual adventures, he was a confirmed bachelor, and didn"t like women.
"Teresa Olivano, from Seville, sir. I am Her Ladyship the Countess"s maid, sir," she replied, with a bewitching smile at my misogynist friend.
"Er, ah,--well, what do you know about the stolen cuff-b.u.t.tons, if anything? Of course, I don"t mean to insinuate that you had a hand in it."
She smiled again, and replied:
"I am quite sure that you will find the Earl"s stolen jewelry upon the person or concealed in the room of Adelaide Meerckenloo, the second chambermaid. I happened to overhear her whispering to Natalie Nishovich, the first chambermaid, last night, about some "diamonds,"
and they abruptly stopped talking, and acted greatly embarra.s.sed, when I came into the room where they were."
"Is that all you know about it?" said Holmes.