Part 12 (2/2)
”The girl who sat next to Bangs at lunch?”
”Yes--”
”But how is that? I don't quite understand.”
”Oh, she says she was in the place when the bandbox was purchased--saw the whole transaction; but it's none of her affair, says she, so she won't tell me anything.”
”Conscientious young woman,” said Alison approvingly. ”But are you quite sure you have exhausted every means of identifying the true culprit? Did you examine the box yourself? I mean, did you leave it all to the housemaid--what's her name--Milly?”
He nodded: ”Yes.”
”Then she may have overlooked something. Why take her word for it? There may be a card or something there now.”
Staff looked startled and chagrined. ”That's so. It never occurred to me. I am a bonehead, and no mistake. I'll just take a look, after we've run through this play.”
”Why wait? Send for it now. I'd like to see for myself, if there is anything: you see, you've roused a woman's curiosity; I want to know.
Let me send Jane.”
Without waiting for his consent, Alison summoned the maid. ”Jane,” said she, ”I want you to go to Mr. Staff's stateroom--”
”Excuse me,” Staff interrupted. ”Find the steward named Orde and ask him for the bandbox I gave him to take care of. Then bring it here, please.”
”Yes, sir,” said Jane; and forthwith departed.
”And now--while we're waiting,” suggested Alison--”the play, if you please.”
”Not yet,” said Staff. ”I've something else to talk about that I'd forgotten. Manvers, the purser--”
”Good Heavens!” Alison interrupted in exasperation. She rose, with a general movement of extreme annoyance. ”Am I never to hear the last of that man? He's been after me every day, and sometimes twice a day....
He's a personified pest!”
”But he's right, you know,” said Staff quietly.
”Right! Right about what?”
”In wanting you to let him take care of that necklace--the what-you-may-call-it thing--the Cadogan collar.”
”How do you know I have it?”
”You admitted as much to Manvers, and Mrs. Ilkington says you have it.”
”But why need everybody know about it?”
”Enquire of Mrs. Ilkington. If you wanted the matter kept secret, why in the sacred name of the great G.o.d Publicity did you confide in that queen of press agents?”
”She had no right to say anything--”
”Granted. So you actually have got that collar with you?”
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