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"Paris, egad?" he grunted. "Something in your line that France can take from us since the days of-what's-his-name-Vidocq, eh? Clever fellow, that, what? Wasn't it about him and the Purloined Letter?"
Carrados smiled discreetly.
"Capital, wasn't it?" he replied. "But there is something else that Paris can learn from London, more in your way, sir. Often when I drop in to see the princ.i.p.al of one of their chief houses or the head of a Government department, we fall into an entertaining discussion of this or that subject that may be on the tapis. 'Ah, monsieur,' I say, after perhaps half-an-hour's conversation, 'it is very amiable of you and sometimes I regret our insular methods, but it is not thus that great businesses are formed. At home, if I call upon one of our princes of industry-a railway director, a merchant, or the head of one of our leading insurance companies-nothing will tempt him for a moment from the stern outline of the business in hand. You are too complaisant; the merest gossip takes advantage of you.'"
"That's quite true," admitted the General Manager, occupying the revolving chair at his desk and a.s.suming a serious and very determined expression. "Slackers, I call them. Now, Mr Carlyle, where are we in this business?"
"I have your letter of yesterday. We should naturally like all the particulars you can give us."
The Manager threw open a formidable-looking volume with an immense display of energy, sharply flattened some typewritten pages that had ventured to raise their heads, and lifted an impressive finger.
"We start here, the 27th of January. On that day Karsfeld, the Princess Street jeweller, y'know, who acted as our jewellery a.s.sessor, forwards a proposal of the Hon. Mrs Straithwaite to insure a pearl necklace against theft. Says that he has had an opportunity of examining it and pa.s.ses it at five thousand pounds. That business goes through in the ordinary way; the premium is paid and the policy taken out.
"A couple of months later Karsfeld has a little unpleasantness with us and resigns. Resignation accepted. We have nothing against him, you understand. At the same time there is an impression among the directors that he has been perhaps a little too easy in his ways, a little too-let us say, expansive, in some of his valuations and too accommodating to his own clients in recommending to us business of a-well-speculative basis; business that we do not care about and which we now feel is foreign to our traditions as a firm. However"-the General Manager threw apart his stubby hands as though he would shatter any fabric of criminal intention that he might be supposed to be insidiously constructing-"that is the extent of our animadversion against Karsfeld. There are no irregularities and you may take it from me that the man is all right."
"You would propose accepting the fact that a five-thousand-pound necklace was submitted to him?" suggested Mr Carlyle.
"I should," acquiesced the Manager, with a weighty nod. "Still-this brings us to April the third-this break, so to speak, occurring in our routine, it seemed a good opportunity for us to a.s.sure ourselves on one or two points. Mr Bellitzer-you know Bellitzer, of course; know of him, I should say-was appointed vice Karsfeld and we wrote to certain of our clients, asking them-as our policies ent.i.tled us to do-as a matter of form to allow Mr Bellitzer to confirm the a.s.sessment of his predecessor. Wrapped it up in silver paper, of course; said it would certify the present value and be a guarantee that would save them some formalities in case of ensuing claim, and so on. Among others, wrote to the Hon. Mrs Straithwaite to that effect-April fourth. Here is her reply of three days later. Sorry to disappoint us, but the necklace has just been sent to her bank for custody as she is on the point of leaving town. Also scarcely sees that it is necessary in her case as the insurance was only taken so recently."
"That is dated April the seventh?" inquired Mr Carlyle, busy with pencil and pocket-book.
"April seventh," repeated the Manager, noting this conscientiousness with an approving glance and then turning to regard questioningly the indifferent att.i.tude of his other visitor. "That put us on our guard-naturally. Wrote by return regretting the necessity and suggesting that a line to her bankers, authorizing them to show us the necklace, would meet the case and save her any personal trouble. Interval of a week. Her reply, April sixteenth. Thursday last. Circ.u.mstances have altered her plans and she has returned to London sooner than she expected. Her jewel-case has been returned from the bank, and will we send our man round-'our man,' Mr Carlyle!-on Sat.u.r.day morning not later than twelve, please."
The Manager closed the record book, with a sweep of his hand cleared his desk for revelations, and leaning forward in his chair fixed Mr Carlyle with a pragmatic eye.
"On Sat.u.r.day Mr Bellitzer goes to Luneburg Mansions and the Hon. Mrs Straithwaite shows him the necklace. He examines it carefully, a.s.sesses its insurable value up to five thousand, two hundred and fifty pounds, and reports us to that effect. But he reports something else, Mr Carlyle. It is not the necklace that the lady had insured."
"Not the necklace?" echoed Mr Carlyle.
"No. In spite of the number of pearls and a general similarity there are certain technical differences, well known to experts, that made the fact indisputable. The Hon. Mrs Straithwaite has been guilty of misrepresentation. Possibly she has no fraudulent intention. We are willing to pay to find out. That's your business."
Mr Carlyle made a final note and put away his book with an air of decision that could not fail to inspire confidence.
"To-morrow," he said, "we shall perhaps be able to report something."
"Hope so," vouchsafed the Manager. "'Morning."
From his position near the window, Carrados appeared to wake up to the fact that the interview was over.
"But so far," he remarked blandly, with his eyes towards the great man in the chair, "you have told us nothing of the theft."
The Manager regarded the speaker dumbly for a moment and then turned to Mr Carlyle.
"What does he mean?" he demanded pungently.
But for once Mr Carlyle's self-possession had forsaken him. He recognized that somehow Carrados had been guilty of an appalling lapse, by which his reputation for prescience was wrecked in that quarter for ever, and at the catastrophe his very ears began to exude embarra.s.sment.
In the awkward silence Carrados himself seemed to recognize that something was amiss.
"We appear to be at cross-purposes," he observed. "I inferred that the disappearance of the necklace would be the essence of our investigation."
"Have I said a word about it disappearing?" demanded the Manager, with a contempt-laden raucity that he made no pretence of softening. "You don't seem to have grasped the simple facts about the case, Mr Carrados. Really, I hardly think--Oh, come in!"
There had been a knock at the door, then another. A clerk now entered with an open telegram.
"Mr Longworth wished you to see this at once, sir."
"We may as well go," whispered Mr Carlyle with polite depression to his colleague.
"Here, wait a minute," said the Manager, who had been biting his thumb-nail over the telegram. "No, not you"-to the lingering clerk-"you clear." Much of the embarra.s.sment that had troubled Mr Carlyle a minute before seemed to have got into the Manager's system. "I don't understand this," he confessed awkwardly. "It's from Bellitzer. He wires: 'Have just heard alleged robbery Straithwaite pearls. Advise strictest investigation.'"
Mr Carlyle suddenly found it necessary to turn to the wall and consult a highly coloured lithographic inducement to insure. Mr Carrados alone remained to meet the Manager's constrained glance.
"Still, he tells us really nothing about the theft," he remarked sociably.
"No," admitted the Manager, experiencing some little difficulty with his breathing, "he does not."
"Well, we still hope to be able to report something to-morrow. Good-bye."
It was with an effort that Mr Carlyle straightened himself sufficiently to take leave of the Manager. Several times in the corridor he stopped to wipe his eyes.
"Max, you unholy fraud," he said, when they were outside, "you knew all the time."
"No; I told you that I knew nothing of it," replied Carrados frankly. "I am absolutely sincere."
"Then all I can say is, that I see a good many things happen that I don't believe in."
Carrados's reply was to hold out a coin to a pa.s.sing newsboy and to hand the purchase to his friend who was already in the car.
"There is a slang injunction to 'keep your eyes skinned.' That being out of my power, I habitually 'keep my ears skinned.' You would be surprised to know how very little you hear, Louis, and how much you miss. In the last five minutes up there I have had three different newsboys' account of this development."
"By Jupiter, she hasn't waited long!" exclaimed Mr Carlyle, referring eagerly to the headlines. "'PEARL NECKLACE SENSATION. SOCIETY LADY'S 5000 TRINKET DISAPPEARS.' Things are moving. Where next, Max?"
"It is now a quarter to one," replied Carrados, touching the fingers of his watch. "We may as well lunch on the strength of this new turn. Parkinson will have finished packing; I can telephone him to come to us at Merrick's in case I require him. Buy all the papers, Louis, and we will collate the points."
The undoubted facts that survived a comparison were few and meagre, for in each case a conscientious journalist had touched up a few vague or doubtful details according to his own ideas of probability. All agreed that on Tuesday evening-it was now Thursday-Mrs Straithwaite had formed one of a party that had occupied a box at the new Metropolitan Opera House to witness the performance of La Pucella, and that she had been robbed of a set of pearls valued in round figures at five thousand pounds. There agreement ended. One version represented the theft as taking place at the theatre. Another a.s.serted that at the last moment the lady had decided not to wear the necklace that evening and that its abstraction had been cleverly effected from the flat during her absence. Into a third account came an ambiguous reference to Markhams, the well-known jewellers, and a conjecture that their loss would certainly be covered by insurance.
Mr Carlyle, who had been picking out the salient points of the narratives, threw down the last paper with an impatient shrug.
"Why in heaven's name have we Markhams coming into it now?" he demanded. "What have they to lose by it, Max? What do you make of the thing?"
"There is the second genuine string-the one Bellitzer saw. That belongs to someone."
"By gad, that's true-only five days ago, too. But what does our lady stand to make by that being stolen?"
Carrados was staring into obscurity between an occasional moment of attention to his cigarette or coffee.
"By this time the lady probably stands to wish she was well out of it," he replied thoughtfully. "Once you have set this sort of stone rolling and it has got beyond you--" He shook his head.