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"'Your rival. Why mince matters? Is it not evident to you that I know all the details of this affair?'
"'You are a devil! Have your own way then. Take the pearls at your own price, and pay for them when you like. All I demand is that you fulfil your agreement. She must not have them. Good night. I cannot meet my guests again. Explain things for me, will you?'
"She was nothing but a woman again--a conquered woman, relying upon the chivalry of her conqueror.
"'Trust me,' I replied. 'Lean on me and I will escort you to the stairway.'
"All eyes followed us as we crossed the ballroom, and Madame looked ill enough to evoke pity. At any rate, my explanation was accepted generously, and Madame was forgiven."
"I am curious to know," said Mr. Barnes, "how you recovered or expected to recover those pearls?"
"It certainly was a unique bargain, to purchase stolen property while yet in the possession of the thief. I will tell you what I did. After leaving Madame in the care of her maids at the foot of the stairway, I returned to the ballroom, and made a little speech. Addressing the throng that crowded about me, I said:
"'Friends, I beg that you will forgive Madame Damien's hasty words. She was overwrought, and spoke irresponsibly. She had just met with a serious loss under most peculiar circ.u.mstances. Imagine her standing at the refreshment table, while one of her guests intrudes an arm through the window behind her, unclasps and removes from her neck a string of pearls worth a fabulous sum of money. Naturally her first thought was to recover the pearls, and to her distracted mind the only way seemed to be to demand that no one should leave the house. Of course she now regrets her words, for no loss can excuse such treatment of guests. But I am sure you will forgive her, especially the ladies, who will appreciate her feelings. Now, in regard to the pearls I may state that I have undertaken to recover them. Fortunately I witnessed the theft, though from a distance, so that I could not prevent it. But I know who took the pearls, and who has them. Consequently it is unnecessary to cause anyone any further annoyance in the matter. To the thief, I will say that I understand the motive of the theft, and that I am in a position to promise that that motive can be consummated if the pearls are returned to me within three days. If they are not returned, it will be necessary to have the person arrested and imprisoned.'"
"A bold stroke, and ingenious too," exclaimed Mr. Barnes. "The thief, of course, could not know whether you saw the act or not, and if a person of high social position it would be too great a risk not to return the pearls."
"So I argued. Of course, had it been a man, he might have taken even that risk, believing that my threat was a 'bluff,' as we say in poker.
But a woman--a woman would not take such a risk, especially as I promised that her purpose could still be fulfilled."
"Now it is my turn to be mystified. Did you not say that your sphinx maiden was absent? Who else could steal the pearls? What other woman, I mean?"
"Why, no other woman, of course. Therefore it followed that my little mysterious maiden must have been present, which merely means that as soon as she found that Madame would insist upon having the pearls, she boldly plotted to recover them. Her first move was to rush off and change her costume. You see, I was the one she most feared. Others might know her face, but they would not know her reasons for committing such an act. I could do that but I could recognize her by her costume only. Thus I was sure that she was still in the house, though differently attired."
"How did your plan result?"
"Of course she brought me the pearls, though not until the third day.
She delayed action as long as she dared. Then she came to me openly and confessed everything. It was really a pitiful tale. She was an orphan, living with an aged aunt. She met the young man, and at once they loved.
After a time she began to suspect that he was not absolutely true to her, and she followed him to the first masquerade to spy upon him. She overheard enough that night to make her believe that the young man was making a dupe of her. Then she also heard the men plotting the robbery, and feared that he might be hurt. Seeing me she told me enough to prevent that. Then she went home, and brooded over her sorrow until she decided to go into a convent. Then came the second fete, and the temptation once more to watch her fickle swain. This time what she heard brought her happiness, for did he not give up the other woman for her?
Did he not even yield up his greatest family treasure, the pearls?
"She decided to recover the pearls, and she had the courage to carry out her purpose. When compelled through fear of arrest to bring them to me, she was delighted to know that they would not be restored to Madame Damien. It was when I told her this, that she drew from her bosom the pink pearl which is now in the centre of the string, but which does not belong to the set as they came from the brow of the idol.
"'There is a story,' said she, 'that these pearls each represent the price of a maiden's honor; the price of withdrawing from the service of G.o.d's temple. So I will add this pearl to the string, for I had promised to devote myself to G.o.d's work, and now I am going to my lover. This pearl was worn by my mother, and it is said that her mother also wore it, and that her blood stained it the color that it is. Her stupid husband, my grandfather, doubted her wrongfully and stabbed her with a dagger, so that she died. I think the pearl is worthy of a place among the others.'
"I took the pink pearl, agreeing with her that it might better be with the others. Then, as she turned to go, I asked her:
"'Why did you choose the costume of the Sphinx for the ball?'
"Her reply astonished me, as it will you. She said:
"'Why, I did not represent the Sphinx. I was dressed as Isis.'
"A strange coincidence, was it not?"
IX
A PROMISSORY NOTE
Mr. Mitchel walked into the office of Mr. Barnes one afternoon as the clock struck two.
"Here I am, Mr. Barnes," said he. "Your note asked me to be here at two, sharp. If your clock is right, I have answered your summons to the second."
"You are punctuality itself, Mr. Mitchel. Sit down. I am in a good humor. I flatter myself that I have done a clever thing, and we are going to celebrate. See, there is a cold bottle, and a couple of gla.s.ses waiting your arrival."
"You have done something clever, you say? Some bright detective work, I suppose. And you did not honor me this time by consulting me?"
"Oh, well," said the detective, apologetically, "I should not be always bothering you with my affairs. It's business with me, and only amus.e.m.e.nt with you. When I have a matter of grave importance I like to have your a.s.sistance, of course. But this case, though interesting, very interesting, in fact, was really quite simple."
"And you have solved it?"
"Oh, yes; it is completed. Wound it up at noon to-day; ended happily, too. Let me fill your gla.s.s, and I'll tell you all about it."
"We will drink to your success. 'All's well that ends well,' you know, and this case you say is ended?"
"Oh, yes; the tale is complete down to the word 'finis.' Let me see, where shall I begin?"
"Why, at the beginning, of course. Where else?"
"Sounds like a reasonable suggestion, yet it is not always so easy to tell just where a story does begin. I often wonder how the romance writers get their stories started. Does a love story, for example, begin with the birth of the lovers, with their meeting, with their love-making, or with their marriage?"
"I am afraid that love stories too often end with the marriage. If yours is a love story, perhaps you may as well begin with the meeting of the lovers. We will take it for granted that they were born."
"So be it. I will transpose events slightly. Here is a doc.u.ment which was forwarded to me by mail, and evidently the sender expected me to receive it before the visit of a man who intended to consult me in a serious case. Oddly enough, the man called before the package reached me. Thus I had his story soonest; but perhaps it will be better for you to read this first, after which you will better comprehend the purpose of my client."
Mr. Mitchel took the type-written pages and read as follows:
"MY DEAR MR. BARNES:--
"Within a few hours after reading this statement you will receive a visit from a man who will introduce himself as William Odell, which is not his true name, a circ.u.mstance which, however, is of no consequence. He will ask you to interpose your reputed skill to save him from fate. I am ready to admit that you have great skill and experience, but it will be utterly useless for you to interfere in this matter, for, as I have said, the man is seeking to escape from a doom which is his fate. Who ever altered what was fated to be? We may philosophize a little and ask what it is that we mean, when we speak of 'fate'? My view is that fate, so called by men, is naught but the logical and necessary effect of a cause. Thus if the cause exists, the effect must follow. So it is with this man, whom we will call Odell. The cause exists, has existed for a number of years. The time for the effect is now approaching; he knows this; he knows that it is fate,--that he cannot escape. Yet, with the hope of a hopeless man, in his last extremity he will ask you to turn aside, or at least to defer, this fate. This you cannot do, and that you may understand the utter futility of wasting your time, which I presume is valuable, I send you this statement of the facts. Thus comprehending the incidents precedent to the present situation, you will appreciate the inevitable nature of the occurrence which this miserable man seeks with your aid to set aside."
"I thought you said this was a simple case, Mr. Barnes," said Mr.
Mitchel, interrupting his reading.
"I found it so," replied Mr. Barnes, sipping his wine.
"The writer says that the 'occurrence' was 'inevitable,' yet am I to understand that you prevented it?"
"He thought it to be inevitable. I disagreed with him, and prevented it."
"I hope you have not been over-confident."