Mr. Jones left the room more bewildered than ever. His lordship, after leaving stringent instructions regarding Mr. Ka.s.sala, should he again appear, went by the noon train to town with Mr. Percy.
Mr. Jones appeared singularly distracted that day, and Miss Dacre gazed at him with much concern. He spent the evening alone with Paley, and about eleven o"clock, with firm determination on his face, he forced the lock of the crozier case. His worst fears were realised. In place of the crozier of ebony, gold, and jewels, the present of the ladies of the county, there reposed in the purple velvet lining a common bedroom poker!
At that very moment the Bishop of Bister"s crozier lay on the table of a London mansion. Twelve men were gathered round it, complimenting their host upon it. Their host, by the way, was lately his Majesty"s Secretary of State for Egypt. He was now attired in a long blue ca.s.sock-like garb, such as Asiatic priests may wear.
"By the burglary of the Bishop of Bister"s crozier Lord Ribston"s subscription has been paid for the next two years," said one of the men, making a cypher note in a book.
"Hear, hear! Bravo! Good for the Ribston Pippin!" was the general chorus.
"Gentlemen," said the man in the priestly garb, rising to his feet amidst applause, "I am proud once more to have been able to fulfil the mandate of our Club. With your permission, I will now pack up the bauble so that it may be returned by the midnight express in order to ease the mind of a most worthy man, his lordship"s chaplain. But before I do so I wish to propose a new member--Mr. Marmaduke Percy. You will recollect that his name was brought forward twelve months or so ago, but he was not considered equal to the demands that are occasionally made upon the members of this honourable fraternity. I have reason to believe that we did Mr. Percy an injustice. Yesterday, at any rate, he saw through my disguise, and divined my purpose. He could easily have betrayed me. But he behaved in a sportsmanlike way, and for that reason I now propose that he should become one of us. Major Armytage is seconding. You will have an opportunity of voting for Mr. Percy at our next meeting. Is there any further business before us, Mr. Secretary?"
The Secretary consulted his book. "I note that Mr. Danby Travers"
subscription is due," he said.
"Good old Danby! Pile it on! Make it thick enough!" was the varied cry.
"Gentlemen," said the Secretary, "we meet on Tuesday next, and Mr. Danby Travers will then be asked for the Black Pearl of Agni, the property of the Illingworths."
III.
THE LUCK OF THE ILLINGWORTHS.
DANBY TRAVERS was annoyed. He was one of the founders of the Burglars"
Club. His entrance fee had been the temporary abstraction from the Crown Jewels of the Koh-i-noor itself. Two years ago he had kept up his membership by the burglary of the d.u.c.h.ess of Guiseley"s emeralds; and now, by the unkindness of Fate or the simple cussedness of his committee, he could only renew his subscription by purloining the Black Pearl of Agni. It showed the folly of becoming the champion jewel burglar of the club.
Of course it was pure coincidence, for only four people knew that he was in love with Mary Illingworth. Mary knew it, because he had told her; Lord and Lady Illingworth, because they had been fatuously consulted in the matter; and he, Danby Travers, because of a stuffy, despairing feeling somewhere in his chest from the moment of awakening in the morning down to the last gleam of consciousness at night. But the Burglars" Club did not know it, nor did they know that Lord Illingworth had told him that in future he was not to cross the baronial threshold; and all because, despite his brilliant record in India and at Hurlingham, he, Danby Travers, was as poor as a chapel mouse.
Therefore he received the mandate of the club with something less than his usual urbanity. But reflection brought a Mephistophelean suggestion of comfort. He had been unable to rob Lord Illingworth of his fairest daughter. He would at any rate purloin his most valued jewel.
The Black Pearl of Agni was world-renowned. During the military operations in the Western Deccan in 1803 it had been looted by a certain Major Illingworth, of the Bengal Native Infantry, from a rich temple dedicated to the Hindoo G.o.d of Fire. From that day his fortunes had prospered amazingly. Promotion came for the asking; wealth by marriage and bequest. Influence, social and political, had followed, and a t.i.tle.
Succeeding generations had added to the score. Two descendants of the sepoy major had attained Cabinet rank, and the present peer had won the Derby. The Luck of the Illingworths had become proverbial.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "SHE ... HAD SHOWN HIM THE SECRET OF ITS HIDING-PLACE."
(_p. 40._)]
The jewel was kept at Knowlesworth. Travers knew the place well. He had spent a fortnight there, and there he had made love to Mary Illingworth.
She had shown him the Pearl; and, because he was to be her husband, had shown him the secret of its hiding-place. Little did he think at the time that the next occasion on which he entered that room would be as a burglar--an amateur one, it is true, but still a burglar.
No wonder that Danby Travers was annoyed. The only justification for his conduct that he could think of was that the temporary loss of the Pearl would probably have a beneficial effect on Lord Illingworth"s character.
He had received the secretary"s intimation on the Friday morning. He had to show the Pearl at the next meeting of the club--on the following Tuesday night. That gave him four days for the business.
Knowlesworth was sure to be full of visitors, for Lord Illingworth had succeeded a late Master of Balliol in entertaining the most distinguished week-end parties in the country. Travers turned to the _Post_, certain to find the list. Ah! here it was:
"Lord and Lady Illingworth are having a large party at Knowlesworth, entertaining the Bohemian Amba.s.sador and Countess Polsky, the Duke of Strathpeffer, the Marquess and Marchioness of Bridlington, the Dean of Penzance, Professor Rawson, and others."
"What a crew!" thought Travers. "Wouldn"t Strathpeffer be pleased if I came a cropper! I wonder he can go there after Mary"s last refusal. I"ll wait till they thin a bit. Some are sure to go on Monday, so Monday night is my best time for the job. Now for Bradshaw."
On the following Monday night, Travers took a second-cla.s.s ticket at Charing Cross in order to minimise the chance of running against friends. From sheer curiosity he chose a compartment in which two singular-looking men were already seated. The weather was by no means cold, yet they were swathed in winter clothing. Thick m.u.f.flers were round their necks. Their faces were partly hidden by the wraps, and partly shaded by the broad brims of silk hats built about the time of the Crimean War. But their race was unmistakable--to Travers at least.
They were Hindoos--the tall one probably a man of caste, the podgy person possibly a Baboo.
In his interest at coming across these strange people Travers forgot his ultimate objective. He settled himself in his corner, prepared either to join in conversation with, or merely to watch, his quaint fellow-travellers.
On his entrance they had turned their eyes upon him, but they had resumed their conversation. As the train got on its way they raised their voices, and, confident of not being understood, they spoke with absolute unrestraint. Travers, with knowledge derived from ten years"
service in the Madras and Indian Staff Corps, was easily able to follow their talk.
"At last," said the tall man, as the train moved out of the station.
"At last," repeated the other. "Buck up. Now is the conclusion of your s.p.a.cious quest."
"Say rather the beginning. So far it has been easy, despite the horror of mingling with these barbarians. To lose caste was foreseen, but now we enter upon the unknown."
"Nevertheless, I take the liberty of emphasising the necessity of bucking up. To-morrow you will be a thrice happy man, and I will weave a garland of marigolds for your honourable head. Gosh!" This as the train entered a tunnel with a hideous shriek. "It is a taste of the underworld," he added.
The tall man shuddered, and remained silent. As the train emerged his companion gave a very creditable imitation of the whistle and the tunnel.
The tall man smiled sadly.
"Ramma Lal," he said, "I envy you your merry disposition. It was in a good moment that I met thee in Bombay, _baboo-jee_. You have served me well in guiding me hither, and in enlivening me on the long journey."
"Your honour is pleased to be excessively gracious," said the Baboo with absurd complacency. "Indeed, my tip-top spirits have been of much service to myself and many other honourable gentlemen, and have been extraordinarily admired by English ladies." He pulled out his watch. "In the s.p.a.ce of half an hour we shall have arrived at our long-intended destination."
"So soon? Show me the plan again to refresh my memory."
The Baboo produced a piece of paper, over which they bent their heads.
"Here is the railway station at which we shall dismount. This pink streak is the highway-road along which we shall travel, eventually reaching the big bra.s.s gates belonging to ancestral home. A little beyond is a diminutive wall, which we ascend and descend. Then we step across the park and round the lake. Here and here. This sepia mark is water. Now we are in the pleasure garden. This is the hinder part of the house. Here is the right wing. The fifth window in the second row. That is your bull"s eye."
"Go on," said his companion, gloomily.
"Your honour will divest yourself of polished hat and other garments, which you will transfer to my care in summer house. Here, behold it, painted in vermilion. You will climb up to the window. Inferior but friendly servant has arranged that it shall open easily. Once in the room the deed is as good as accomplished. You know the hiding-place of the jewel."
Travers started. "The hiding-place of the jewel!"
"Yes," said the gloomy Hindoo; "I know it. But Krishna Burkut knew it twenty-five years ago, and the Swami Ram Nath knew it fifty years ago, and yet another Swami seventy-five years ago, but none of these restored it to the Temple of Agni. All failed in their quest, and never regained their caste. I too shall fail."
"Allow me to have the felicity of indicating at least one point of difference between your honour and gentlemen mentioned," replied the Baboo. "Your honour has intelligent a.s.sistant, while enumerated catalogue had not. Have the kindness to point out fly in our ointment.
It is distinguished by its absence. The jewel is yours."
"Perish the jewel!" cried the other Hindoo in a sudden outburst of fury.
"Why couldn"t the _Huzoor_ have left it alone, or have taken another jewel? Why should he have singled out the one above all others necessary to the happiness of Agni? And why should I, of all the priests of the Temple, be chosen to restore the sacred stone? Here, with five thousand miles of s.p.a.ce between us, I declare to you, Ramma Lal, I do not fear the wrath of Agni. I call him humbug. I read Shakespeare. I write him an a.s.s. I am doubtful even of Vishnu and Siva."
Travers paid no attention to Ramma Lal"s reproachful reply. He was lost in amazement. Here, on the very night he had chosen for purloining the jewel, two other men were on the same errand. Stop. There was a reason for their date. They had mentioned twenty-five, fifty, and seventy-five years. It was evidently an anniversary. Every twenty-five years an attempt had to be made to restore the jewel to the Temple of Agni. Three attempts had already been made in vain, and now, on the hundredth anniversary of the theft by Major Illingworth, another attempt was in progress.