CHAPTER XIII
Two mornings later the newspapers announced the important facts that Miss Kitty Killigrew had gone to Bar Harbor for the week, and that the famous uncut emeralds of the Maharajah of Something-or-other-apur had been stolen; nothing co-relative in the departure of Kitty and the green stones, coincidence only.
The Indian prince was known the world over as gem-mad. He had thousands in unset gems which he neither sold, wore, nor gave away.
His various hosts and hostesses lived in mortal terror during a sojourn of his; for he carried his jewels with him always; and often, whenever the fancy seized him, he would go abruptly to his room, spread a square of cobalt-blue velvet on the floor, squat in his native fashion beside it, and empty his bags of diamonds and rubies and pearls and sapphires and emeralds and turquoises. To him they were beautiful toys.
Whenever he was angry, they soothed him; whenever he was happy, they rounded out this happiness; they were his variant moods.
He played a magnificent game. Round the diamonds he would make a circle of the palest turquoises. Upon this pyramid of brilliants he would place some great ruby, sapphire, or emerald. Then his servants were commanded to raise and lower the window-curtains alternately.
These shifting contra-lights put a strange life into the gems; they not only scintillated, they breathed. Or, perhaps the pyramid would be of emeralds; and he would peer into their cool green depths as he might have peered into the sea.
He kept these treasures in an ornamented iron-chest, old, battered, of simple mechanism. It had been his father"s and his father"s father"s; it had been in the family since the days of the Peac.o.c.k Throne, and most of the jewels besides. Night and day the chest was guarded. It lay upon an ancient Ispahan rug, in the center of the bedroom, which no hotel servant was permitted to enter. His five servants saw to it that all his wants were properly attended to, that no indignity to his high caste might be offered: as having his food prepared by pariah hands in the hotel kitchens, foul hands to make his bed. He was thoroughly religious; the G.o.ds of his fathers were his in all their ramifications; he wore the Brahmin thread about his neck.
He was unique among Indian princes. An Oxford graduate, he persistently and consistently clung to the elaborate costumes of his native state. And when he condescended to visit any one, it was invariably stipulated that he should be permitted to bring along his habits, his costumes and his retinue. In his suite or apartments he was the barbarian; in the drawing-room, in the ballroom, in the dining-room (where he ate nothing), he was the suave, the courteous, the educated Oriental. He drank no wines, made his own cigarettes, and never offered his hand to any one, not even to the handsome women who admired his beautiful skin and his magnificent ropes of pearls.
Some one had entered the bedroom, overpowered the guard, and looted the bag containing the emeralds. The prince, the lightest of sleepers, had slept through it all. He had awakened with a violent headache, as had four of his servants. The big Rajput who had stood watch was in the hospital, still unconscious.
All the way from San Francisco the police had been waiting for such a catastrophe. The newspapers had taken up and published broadcast the story of the prince"s pastime. Naturally enough, there was not a crook in all America who was not waiting for a possible chance. Ten emeralds, weighing from six to ten carats each; a fortune, even if broken up.
Haggerty laid aside the newspaper and gravely finished his ham and eggs.
"I"ll take a peek int" this, Milly," he said to his wife. "We"ve been waiting for this t" happen. A million dollars in jools in a chest y"
could open with a can-opener. Queer ginks, these Hindus. We see lots o" fakers, but this one is the real article. Mebbe a reward. All right; little ol" Haggerty can use th" money. I may not be home t"
supper."
"Anything more about Mr. Crawford"s valet?"
Haggerty scowled. "Not a line. I"ve been living in gambling joints, but no sign of him. He gambled in th" ol" days; some time "r other he"ll wander in somewhere an" try t" copper th" king. No sign of him round Crawford"s ol" place. But I"ll get him; it"s a hunch. By-by!"
Later, the detective was conducted into the Maharajah"s reception-room.
The prince, in his soft drawling English (far more erudite and polished than Haggerty"s, if not so direct), explained the situation, omitting no detail. He would give two thousand five hundred for the recovery of the stones.
"At what are they valued?"
"By your customs appraisers, forty thousand. To me they are priceless."
"Six t" ten carats? Why, they"re worth more than that."
The prince smiled. "That was for the public."
"I"ll take a look int" your bedroom," said Haggerty, rising.
"Oh, no; that is not at all necessary," protested the prince.
"How d" you suppose I"m going t" find out who done it, or how it was done, then?" demanded Haggerty, bewildered.
A swift oriental gesture.
The hotel manager soothed Haggerty by explaining that the prince"s caste would not permit an alien to touch anything in the bedroom while it contained the prince"s belongings.
"Well, wouldn"t that get your goat!" exploded Haggerty. "That lets me out. You"ll have to get a clairyvoint."
The prince suggested that he be given another suite. His servants would remove his belongings. He promised that nothing else should be touched.
"How long"ll it take you?"
"An hour."
"All right," a.s.sented Haggerty. "Who"s got th" suite across th" hall?"
he asked of the manager, as they left the prince.
"Lord Monckton. He and his valet left this morning for Bar Harbor.
Back Tuesday. A house-party of Fifth Avenue people."
"Uhuh." Haggerty tugged at his mustache. "I might look around in there while I"m waiting for his Majesty t" change. Did y"ever hear th"
likes? Bug-house."
"But he pays a hundred the day, Haggerty. I"ll let you privately into Lord Monckton"s suite. But you"ll waste your time."
"Sure he left this morning?"
"I"ll phone the office and make sure. . . . Lord Monckton left shortly after midnight. His man followed early this morning. Lord Monckton went by his host"s yacht. But the man followed by rail."
"What"s his man look like?"
"Slim and very dark, and very quiet."
"Well, I"ll take a look."
The manager was right. Haggerty had his trouble for nothing. There was no clue whatever in Lord Monckton"s suite. There was no paper in the waste-baskets, in the fireplace; the blotters on the writing-desk were spotless. Some clothes were hanging in the closets, but these revealed only their fashionable maker"s name. In the reception-room, on a table, a pack of cards lay spread out in an unfinished game of solitaire. All the small baggage had been taken for the journey.
Truth to tell, Haggerty had not expected to find anything; he had not cared to sit idly twiddling his thumbs while the Maharajah vacated his rooms.
In the bathroom (Lord Monckton"s) he found two objects which aroused his silent derision: a bottle of brilliantine and an ointment made of walnut-juice. Probably this Lord Monckton was a la-de-dah chap. Bah!
Once in the prince"s vacated bedroom Haggerty went to work with cla.s.sic thoroughness. Not a square foot of the room escaped his vigilant eye.
The thief had not entered by the windows; he had come into the room by the door which gave to the corridor. He stood on a chair and examined the transom sill. The dust was undisturbed. He inspected the keyhole; sniffed; stood up, bent and sniffed again. It was an odor totally unknown to him. He stuffed the corner of his fresh handkerchief into the keyhole, drew it out and sniffed that. Barely perceptible. He wrapped the corner into the heart of the handkerchief, and put it back into his pocket. Some powerful narcotic had been forced into the room through the keyhole. This would account for the prince"s headache.
These Orientals were as bad as the Dutch; they never opened their windows for fresh air.
Beyond this faint, mysterious odor there was nothing else. The first step would be to ascertain whether this narcotic was occidental or oriental.
"Nothing doing yet," he confessed to the anxious manager. "But there ain"t any cause for you t" worry. You"re not responsible for jools not left in th" office."
"That isn"t the idea. It"s having the thing happen in this hotel.
We"ll add another five hundred if you succeed. Not in ten years has there been so much as a spoon missing. What do you think about it?"
"Big case. I"ll be back in a little while. Don"t tell th" reporters anything."
Haggerty was on his way to a near-by chemist whom he knew, when he espied Crawford in his electric, stalled in a jam at Forty-second and Broadway. He had not seen the archeologist since his return from Europe.