She went shopping the next day, and bought a flashing set of jewels.
Mr. Scott did not return in the evening, but she had another luxurious supper, and was still happy. In this way a week pa.s.sed, and still Mr.
Scott did not come back. But Rose shopped and gormandized and enjoyed her healthy animal life.
Then she felt tempted to wear her gold watch and chain when she dressed to go abroad. So one morning she put it on, and went out. She had not the slightest suspicion of the danger to which she exposed herself by wearing it. She was not afraid of any one finding it in her possession, except her husband. So she wore it proudly day after day.
One morning, about ten days after the departure of "Mr. Scott," the postman left a letter for her. It was a drop-letter. She opened it and read.
It was without date or signature, and merely contained these lines:
"Business detains me from you longer than I had expected to stay. Do not be anxious. I will return or send very soon."
Rose was not anxious. She was enjoying herself. Now after shopping and eating and drinking all day, she went to the theatre at night. The theatre--one of the humblest in the city--was a new sensation to her, and her first visit to one was so delightful that she resolved to repeat it every evening.
"I shanna fash mysel" anent Johnnie ony mair. He"ll come hame when he gets ready," she said in her heart.
But weeks grew into months, and "Johnnie" did not come home.
Rose"s five hundred pounds had sunk down to fifty pounds, and then indeed she did begin to grow impatient for the return of her husband. Suppose the money should give out before he came back?
One day, while she was disturbing herself by these questions, she went out shopping as usual. When she had made her purchases she looked at her watch, and found that it had stopped. She was too ignorant to know what was the matter with it. She only knew that when she wound it up it would not go.
So she asked the dealer from whom she had bought her goods to direct her to a watchmaker.
The dealer gave her the address of a jeweller not far off.
She took her watch to "Messrs. North and Simms, Watchmakers and Jewellers," and asked an elderly man behind the counter, who happened to be one of the firm, if he could make her watch "gae" while she waited for it in the shop. And she detached it from its chain and handed it to him.
Mr. North received the rich, diamond-studded, gold repeater, and looked at the tawdry, ignorant, vain creature that presented it, with astonishment.
Then he examined the initials set in diamonds, and a change came over his face. He went to his desk, taking the watch with him. He drew out a small drawer, took from it a photograph, and compared it with the watch in his hand. Then he placed both together in the drawer and locked it and beckoned a young man from the opposite counter, scribbled a few words on a card and sent him out with it.
Rose, who had watched all these movements without the least suspicion of their meaning, now moved toward the jeweller and said:
"Aweel then, hae ye lookit at my watch and can ye na mak it ga?"
"The spring is broken, Miss, and it will take a little time to repair it.
You can leave it with me, if you please," replied Mr. North.
"Indeed, then, and I"m nae sic a fule! I"ll na leave it with you at a".
If you canna mak it gae just gie it till me," she said.
Now Mr. North did not wish his customer to leave his shop yet a while.
The truth was that photographs of the late Sir Lemuel Levison"s watch and snuff-box, in the possession of his legal steward, had been copied and the copies distributed by London directory to every jeweller in the city, as a means of discovering the stolen property, and finally detecting the criminals.
Messrs. North and Simms had received a copy of each.
And when Rose presented the rich watch to be repaired, Mr. North had at first suspected and then identified the article as the missing watch of the late Sir Lemuel Levison. And he had locked it in the drawer with the photographs, and dispatched a messenger to the nearest police station for an officer.
His object now was to detain Rose Cameron until the arrival of that officer.
"Will you look at something in my line this morning, Miss?" he inquired.
"Na. Gi"e me my watch, and I will gae my ways home," she answered.
"I have a set of diamonds here that once belonged to the Empress Josephine. They are very magnificent. Would you not like to see them?"
"Ou, ay! an empress"s diamonds? ay, indeed I wad!" cried the poor fool, vivaciously.
Mr. North drew from his gla.s.s case a casket containing a fine set of brilliants, which probably the Empress Josephine had never even heard of, and displayed it before the wondering eyes of the Highland la.s.s.
While she was gazing in rapt admiration upon the blazing jewels, the messenger returned, accompanied by a policeman in plain clothes.
"Excuse me, Miss, I wish to speak to a customer," said the jeweller, as he met the officer and silently took him up to the farther end of the shop to his desk, opened a little drawer and showed him the watch and the photographs.
Then they conferred together for a short time. The jeweller told the policeman how the watch had fallen into his hands; but that the pretended owner, finding that he could not repair it while she waited, had refused to leave it, and insisted on taking it home with her.
"Give it to her. Let her take it home. She can then be followed and her residence ascertained. I think, without doubt, that we have now got a certain clue to the perpetrators of the robbery and murder at Castle Lone."
CHAPTER XIII.
A SURPRISE FOR MRS. SCOTT.
"Will ye gie me my watch or no?" exclaimed Rose, growing impatient of the whispered colloquy between the jeweller and the policeman in plain clothes, although she was quite unsuspicious of its subject.
"Here it is, madam," said the jeweller, with the utmost politeness, as he came and placed the watch in her hand.
She attached it to her chain and then left the shop.
The policeman sauntered carelessly toward the door and kept his eye covertly upon her.
She got into a four-wheeled cab and drove off.
The policeman hailed a "Hansom," sprang into it, and directed the driver to keep the first cab in sight and follow it to its destination.
Rose, as it was now late in the afternoon, and she was longing for her turbot, green-turtle soup, and roast pheasants and champagne, drove directly home.
Her housekeeper met her at the door with good news.
"A letter from the master, ma"am. The postman brought it soon after you left home," she said, putting another "drop" letter in the hand of her mistress.
"Is dinner ready?" inquired Rose, who was more interested in her meals than in her lover.
"Just ready, ma"am," replied the housekeeper.