"Tweddle," was the solemn reply, "that is a thing you must be content to leave in its native mystery" (which Leander undoubtedly was). "We in the Criminal Investigation Department have our secret channels and our underground sources for obtaining information, but to lay those channels and sources bare to the public would serve no useful end, nor would it be an expedient act on my part. All you have any claim to be told is, that, however costly and complicated, however dangerous even, the means employed may have been (that I say nothing about), the ultimate end has been obtained. The Venus, sir, will be restored to her place in the Gallery at Wricklesmarsh Court, without a scratch on her!"
"You don"t say so! Lor!" cried Leander, hoping that his countenance would keep his secret, "well, there now! And my ring, sir, if you remember--isn"t _that_ on her?"
"You mustn"t expect us to do everything. Your ring was, as I had every reason to expect it would be, missing. But I shall be talking the matter over with Sir Peter Purbecke, who"s just come back to Wricklesmarsh from the Continent, and, provided--ahem!--you don"t go talking about this affair, I should feel justified in recommending him to make you some substantial acknowledgment for any--well, little inconvenience you may have been put to on account of your slight connection with the business, and the steps I may have thought proper to take in consequence. And, from all I hear of Sir Peter, I think he would be inclined to come down uncommonly handsome."
"Well, Mr. Inspector," said Leander, "all I can say is this: if Sir Peter was to know the life his statue has led me for the past few days, I think he"d say I deserved it--I do, indeed!"
CONCLUSION.
The narrow pa.s.sage off Southampton Row is at present without a hairdresser"s establishment, Leander having resigned his shop, long since, in favour of either a fruiterer or a stationer.
But, in one of the leading West End thoroughfares there is a large and prosperous hair-cutting saloon, over which the name of "Tweddle"
glitters resplendent, and the books of which would prove too much for Matilda, even if more domestic duties had not begun to claim her attention.
Leander"s troubles are at end. Thanks to Sir Peter Purbecke"s munificence, he has made a fresh start; and, so far, Fortune has prospered him. The devices he has invented for correcting Nature"s more palpable errors in taste are becoming widely known, while he is famous, too, as the gifted author of a series of brilliant and popular hairwashes. He is accustoming his clients to address him as "Professor"--a t.i.tle which he has actually had conferred upon him from a quarter in which he is, perhaps, the most highly appreciated--for prosperity has not exactly lessened his self-esteem.
Mr. Jauncy, too, is a married man, although he does not respond so heartily to congratulations. There is no intimacy between the two households, the heads of which recognise that, as Leander puts it, "their wives harmonise better apart."
To the new collection of Casts from the Antique, at South Kensington, there has been recently added one which appears in the official catalogue under the following description:--
"_The Cytherean Venus._--Marble statue. Found in a grotto in the Island of Cerigo. Now in the collection of Sir Peter Purbecke, at Wricklesmarsh Court, Black-heath.
"This n.o.ble work has been indifferently a.s.signed to various periods; the most general opinion, however, p.r.o.nounces it to be a copy of an earlier work of Alkamenes, or possibly Kephisodotos.
"The unusual smallness of the extremities seems to betray the hand of a restorer, and there are traces of colour in the original marble, which are supposed to have been added at a somewhat later period."
Should Professor Tweddle ever find himself in the Museum on a Bank Holiday, and enter the new gallery, he could hardly avoid seeing the magnificent cast numbered 333 in the catalogue, and reviving thereby recollections he has almost succeeded in suppressing.
But this is an experience he will probably spare himself; for he is known to entertain, on principle, very strong prejudices against sculpture, and more particularly the Antique.
THE END.