"Put it on the table directly, then," said Rose, as she ran up stairs to her own room.
She threw herself into a chair and opened the letter to read it, at her ease.
It was without date and very short. It only informed her that the writer was still detained by "circ.u.mstances beyond his control," and enjoined her to wait patiently in her house on Westminster Road, until she should see him.
It was also without signature.
"And there"s nae money in it. I dinna ken why he should write to me at a", if he will send me nae money," was the angry comment of Rose, as she impatiently threw the letter into the fire.
Her "improved" circ.u.mstances had not taught the peasant girl any refinement of manners. She did not think it at all necessary to change her dress, or even to wash her face after her dusty drive. But when dinner was announced, she went to the table as she had come into the house. And she enjoyed her dinner as only a young person with a perfectly healthful and intensely sensual organization could. She lingered long over her dessert of candied fruits, creams, jellies, and light wines.
And when the housekeeper came in at length with the strong black coffee, she made the woman sit down and gossip with her about London life.
While they were so employed, "the boy in b.u.t.tons," whose duty it was to attend the street door and answer the bell, entered the room and said:
"A gemman down stairs axing to see the missus. I told "im "er was at dinner, and mussent be disturbed at meals, which "e hanswered, and said as "is business were most himportant, and "e must see you whether or no, ma"am, which I beg yer parding for "sturbing yer agin horders."
"It will be a mon frae Johnnie Scott. He"ll be fetching me a message or some money. Gae tell him to come in," said Rose, in hopeful excitement.
"Must I bring the gemman up here, missus?" inquired b.u.t.tons.
"Ay, ye fule! Where else? Wad ye ask the gentlemon intil the kitchen? And we had na that money rooms to choose fra!" said Rose, impatiently.
And indeed, in that great empty old house, she had but three to her own use--the tawdry scarlet parlor, which was also her dining room; the equally tawdry scarlet chamber; and the dressing-room behind it.
The boy vanished and soon reappeared, ushering in the policeman in plain clothes.
"You will be coming frae Mr. Scott, wi" a message?" said Rose, without rising to receive him.
"No, mum; haven"t the pleasure of that gent"s acquaintance, though I would like to enjoy it. I come to _Mrs._ Scott, however, and on particular unpleasant business. What is your full name, mum?" gruffly inquired the policeman, approaching her.
"And what will my name be to you, ye rude mon? And wha ga"ed ye commission to force yersel, on my company at my dinner?" indignantly inquired Rose.
"My commission, as you call it, mum, lies in this warrant, which authorizes me to make a thorough search of these premises for property stolen from Lone Castle on the night of the first of June last."
As the policeman spoke, Rose stared at him with eyes that grew larger, and a face that grew whiter every minute. And as she stared, she suddenly recognized the visitor as the man she had seen in the jeweller"s shop, talking with the proprietor while the latter was pretending to be examining the watch she had put in his hand for repairs.
And now the whole truth burst upon her. The watch had been recognized by the jeweller, who perhaps had seen it in Sir Lemuel Levison"s possession, or perhaps had had it in his own for cleaning, and he had sent for this policeman in plain clothes, who had followed her home, "spotted" the house, and then taken out a search-warrant. Fright and rage possessed her soul. And oh! in the midst of all, how she cursed her own folly in secreting those dangerous jewels in the house, and her madness in wearing the watch abroad.
"I hope you will submit quietly to the necessary search, mum. It will be the better for you," said the officer.
Then rage got the better of fright in Rose Cameron"s distracted bosom.
"I"ll tear your e"en out, first, ye--" here followed a volley of expletives not fit to be reported here--"before ye s" all bring me to sic an open shame! Search my house, will ye? Ye daur!" and here the handsome Amazon struck an att.i.tude of resistance.
The policeman went to the front window, threw it up, and beckoned to some persons below.
In two minutes, the sound of footsteps was heard upon the stairs, the door was opened, and a couple of officers entered the room.
Rose Cameron gazed at them in terror and defiance.
"Mrs. Scott, you are my prisoner. We arrest you on the charge of complicity in the murder of Sir Lemuel Levison, and the robbery of Castle Lone!" said the first policeman, laying his hand on the girl"s shoulder.
"Tak" yer claws affen me, ye de"il!" exclaimed Rose, springing from under his hand, and then shrinking, shuddering, into the nearest chair.
"Perkins, look after this woman, while I direct the search of the house.
You come with me, Thompson. We will go through this room now," said the first policeman, putting his hand on the lock of the chamber door.
"Ye sell na gae into my bedroom, ye de"il! It is na decent for a strange mon to gae into a leddy"s chamber!" cried Rose, springing before him to bar his entrance.
"Never mind her, Mr. Pryor; I"ll take care of her," said the man called Perkins, as with a firm hand he laid hold of his prisoner, and forced her, screaming, scratching, and resisting with all her might from the door.
"Excuse me, my girl, but this is a murder case, and we must not stand upon politeness to the fair s.e.x; here," added Perkins, as he forced her down upon her chair and held her there so firmly that all she could do was to spit, glare, and rail at him.
"Oh, my dear, good lady, do be quiet. You are in the hands of the law, which I believe you to be as innersent as the dove unborn; but it will be the best for you to submit quietly," said the housekeeper, who had hitherto sat in appalled silence, taking note of the proceedings.
"I will na submit to ony sic indignity," screamed Rose, with an additional torrent of very objectionable language.
Meantime officers Pryor and Thompson pa.s.sed into the bedroom and began the search. Bureau and bureau drawers, wardrobes, boxes, caskets, cases, were opened, ransacked, and their contents turned out, but no sign of the stolen property was discovered. Closets, wash-stands, and chair cushions next underwent a thorough examination, with a similar result.
Then the bed was pulled to pieces, and the mattresses were closely scrutinized, to detect any sign of a recent ripping and re-sewing of any part of the seams through which the stolen jewels might have been pushed in among the stuffing, but evidently the mattresses had not been tampered with.
Then the two officers of the law stopped and looked at each other.
"Before proceeding further in our search, we must be sure as the stolen goods are not in this room," said Pryor.
"I don"t know where they can be concealed in this room," said Thompson.
"We must apply our infallible square inch rule, now. Take the inside of this room from floor to ceiling, and search in succession _every square inch of it_. No matter whether the part under review seems a likely or an unlikely, or even a possible or an impossible place of concealment, search it whether or no. Stolen goods are often found in impossible places, or in what seems to be such," said Pryor.
The search was re-commenced on the new principle, and following the square inch system into an impossible place, they at last came upon the stolen treasure, hidden in the hollow of the cornice at the top of the scarlet window curtains, near the bedstead.
"Here we are! all right! The jewel snuff box, and the solitaire diamond ring. The watch and chain will be found upon her person. This will be sufficient for to-day. We must close and seal these rooms, and place a couple of men on guard here before we take the girl to the station-house," said Pryor, as he carefully bestowed the recovered jewels in the deep breast-pocket of his coat.
The two officers returned to the parlor, where they found Perkins sitting by the prisoner, who was now pallid and quiet, merely because she had raged herself into a state of exhaustion.
"Go and fetch a close cab, Thompson. And you, good woman, fetch your missus" hat and wraps, and whatever else you may think she will need to go to the Police Station-House, and spend the night there. I will also trouble you for that watch and chain, my dear," said Pryor, turning lastly to his prisoner.
"I will na gie my bonny watch! And I will na gae to your filthy station-house, ye--!"
Whew! Inspector Pryor was used to storms of abuse from female prisoners, and could stand them well on most occasions; but now he turned as from a shower of fire, and walked rapidly to the window, while Perkins forcibly took from her the watch and chain, and put them for the present into his own pocket.
Thompson came in to announce the cab, and the housekeeper entered with her mistress"s hat and shawl, and a small bundle tied up in a handkerchief.
But Rose stormed and wept, and utterly refused either to put on the hat and shawl, or to enter the cab. Nor could any amount of pursuasion or threats move her obstinacy until she found that the officers of the law were about to take her by force, and without her proper out-door dress.
Then, indeed, she yielded to the coaxing of her housekeeper, and allowed the old woman to prepare her for her compulsory drive.
When she was ready, Inspector Pryor would have escorted her down stairs, but she shook off his hand with angry scorn, and with an expletive that made even his case-hardened ears burn and tingle again.