"There is nothing which amounts to a suspicion," he answered reluctantly.
"It does not take a skilled detective, Mr. Wigan, to see that some one connected with the church must have had a hand in the affair. It is not the work of ordinary thieves. Therefore, as I said, absurd ideas will come. It happens that my curate, Mr. Hayes, is much in debt, and has had recourse to money lenders. He has said nothing to me about it; indeed, it was only last week that I became aware of the fact, and I decided not to speak to him until after Sunday. I was going to talk to him this morning.
It was a painful duty, and naturally--"
"Naturally you cannot help thinking about it in connection with the chalice."
The vicar nodded as though words seemed to him too definite in such a delicate matter. That the two things had become connected in his mind evidently distressed him, and he was soon talking in the kindest manner about his curate, anxious to impress me with the excellent work Mr. Hayes was doing in the parish.
"The hooligans" club, for instance?" I said.
"That amongst other things," he answered.
"Miss Morrison was one of your rich parishioners, I presume."
"She was not a parishioner at all," said Mr. Harding. "She lived at Walham Green. She came to St. Ethelburga"s because she liked our services, drove here in a hired fly every Sunday morning. I visited her, at her request, when she was ill some three years ago, but I really knew little of her. To be quite truthful I thought her somewhat eccentric, and never supposed she was wealthy. The presentation of the chalice came as a great surprise."
"Have you a photograph of the chalice?"
"No; but Miss Morrison"s niece might have. I know Miss Morrison had one taken, a copy of it appeared in the church papers. The niece, Miss Belford, continues to live at Walham Green--No. 3 Cedars Road."
"Does she attend the church?" I asked, as I made a note of the address.
"Oh, yes. She used to come with her aunt, and since Miss Morrison"s death she has taken up some parish work. I know her much better than I did her aunt."
"Of course she has not yet heard of the theft?"
"No, I have not talked about it to any one. I thought silence was the best policy."
I quite agreed with him and suggested he should keep the theft a secret for the next few hours.
With Mr. Hayes and his hooligans" club at the back of my mind, I made one or two enquiries in the neighborhood, and then started for Walham Green.
On my way to the Underground I met Percival, one of the men engaged upon the hotel robberies, and stood talking to him for a few minutes. He was rather keen on a clue he had got hold of, but I was now sufficiently interested in the stolen chalice not to be envious.
No. 3 Cedars Road was quite a small house--forty pounds a year perhaps, and Miss Belford was a more attractive person than I expected to find. I don"t know why, but I had expected to see a typical old maid; instead of which I was met by a young woman who had considerable claims to beauty.
She opened the door herself, her maid being out, and was astonished when I said the Vicar of St. Ethelburga"s had sent me.
She asked me in to a small but tastefully appointed dining-room, and when I told her my news, seemed more concerned on her aunt"s account than at the loss of the chalice.
"Poor auntie!" she exclaimed. "Whilst she had the jewels she was always afraid some one would steal them, and now--now some one has."
"Mr. Harding thought you would have a photograph of the chalice," I said.
"I am sorry, I haven"t. There were two or three, but I don"t know what auntie did with them. She was a dear, but had funny little secretive ways."
"Mr. Harding led me to suppose she was eccentric," I said. "It is often the way with wealthy old ladies."
"Wealthy!" she laughed. "She left me all she had, and I shall not be able to afford to go on living here."
"How came she to give the jewels to the church then?"
"I hardly know, and I will confess that I was a little disappointed when she did so. Does that sound very ungrateful in view of the fact that she left me everything else!"
"No. It is natural under the circ.u.mstances."
"She was very fond of me, but as I have said, she was secretive and she certainly did not give me her entire confidence. I fancy the jewels were connected with some romance in her past life, and for that reason she did not wish any one else to possess them."
"You can"t give me any idea of the nature of this romance, Miss Belford?"
"No."
"It might possibly help me."
"There is one thing I could do," she said. "My aunt had a very old friend living in Yorkshire. She would be likely to know, and under the circ.u.mstances might tell. If you think it would be any use I will write to her."
"I wish you would."
"If a romance in my aunt"s life had something to do with the robbery, it seems strange that the jewels have been safe so long. They were always kept in the house. I should have thought it would have been easier to steal them from here than from the church."
"I do not think we can be sure of that," I said.
"Besides, the jewels have been quite safe at St. Ethelburga"s for eighteen months," she added.
"That is a point I admit. I understand that you work in Mr. Harding"s parish, so you know Mr. Hayes, of course."
"I have not been brought much in contact with him. I have sung once or twice at his hooligan club entertainments. He has made a great success of the club."
"Regenerating ruffians and drafting them into church work, eh?"
"I believe he has had great influence with them."
"I am going to visit that club to-night."
"You will find he is doing a great work. You will--surely you are not thinking--"
"That reformation may be only skin deep? I am, Miss Belford. The daily environment of these fellows makes it easy for them to slip back into their old ways."
From Walham Green I went to Chelsea. I wanted to see Zena Quarles, and there was nothing more to be done in the chalice case until I had visited the hooligan club. Not for a moment would I appear to sneer at the regenerating work which may be accomplished by such inst.i.tutions, but experience has taught me that it is often the cakes and ale, so to speak, which attract, while character remains unchanged, or at the best very thinly veneered. There are always exceptions, of course. It is difficult for the uninitiated to realize that men go in for crime as a means of livelihood, and are trained to become expert even as others are trained to succeed in respectable professions. Many grades go to make up a successful gang, and I had great hope of recognizing some youngster"s face at the club which would give me a clue to the gang which had worked this robbery.
"You"re the very man I was thinking about," said Quarles when I was shown into the dining-room. "You have come to tell me that you are on these hotel robberies. Sit down, Wigan. How goes the inquiry?"
"You are wrong, professor. I was on the job for a day and a half, but I"m off it again. I am investigating the theft of a jeweled chalice."
"Left in a cheap safe in an insecure vestry, I suppose," he said in a tone of disgust. "Serves them right. Such things should be kept in a bank."
I explained that it was only kept in the vestry safe until it could be returned to the bank, but the fact did not seem to impress him.
He made no suggestion that we should adjourn to that empty room, where we had discussed so many cases. I told him the story, although I was not seeking his help, and he was not interested enough to ask a single question when I had finished. He only wanted to discuss the hotel robberies.
"I am going to that club this evening," I went on.