Part 15 (1/2)
”That's just it, Miss Darrel,” and Iris looked deeply perplexed, ”I've never known Aunt Ursula to play one of her foolish tricks but what she 'made it up' as she called it, to her victim. Why, her diary is full of planned jokes and played jokes, but always it records the amends she made. I think yet, that somewhere in that diary we'll find the record of where her jewels are.”
”I don't,” declared Bannard. ”I've read the thing through twice; and it does seem to have vague hints, but nothing of real importance.”
”I've read it too, at least some of it,” and Miss Darrel looked thoughtful, ”and I think the reference to the crypt is of importance.
Also, I think her idea of having a jeweled chalice made is in keeping with the idea of a crypt as a hiding-place. What more like Ursula Pell than to manage to hide her gems in the crypt of a church and then desire to leave a chalice to that church.”
”There's no crypt in the Episcopal church here,” objected Iris.
”I didn't say here. The church, I take it, is in some other place. She had no notion of giving a chalice to Mr. Bowen, she just teased him about that, but she meant it for some church in Chicago, where she used to live, or up in that little Maine town where she was brought up and where her father was a minister.”
”This may all be so,” Bannard admitted, ”but it's pure supposition on your part.”
”Have you any better supposition? Any other theory? Any clear direction in which to look?”
”No;” and the young man frowned; ”I haven't. I think that dime and pin business unspeakably small and mean! I put up with those tricks as long as I could stand them, but to have them pursue me after Mrs. Pell is dead is a little too much! It's none of it _her_ family's fortune, anyway. My uncle, Mr. Pell, owned the jewels and left them to her. She did quite right in dividing them between her own niece and myself, but far from right in so secreting them that they can't be found. And they never will be found! Of that I'm certain. The will itself said they would _doubtless_ be discovered! What a way to put it!”
”That's all so, Win,” Iris spoke wearily, ”but we must _try_ to find them. Couldn't that crypt be in this house, not in any church?”
Bannard looked at the girl curiously. ”Do you think so?” he said, briefly.
”You mean a concealed place, I suppose,” put in Miss Darrel. ”Well, remember this house is mine, now, and I don't want any digging into its foundations promiscuously. If you can prove to me by some good architect's investigation that there is such a place or any chance of such a place, you may open it up. But I won't have the foundations undermined and the cellars dug into, hunting for a crypt that isn't there!”
”Of course we can't prove it's here until we find it, or find some indications of it,” Iris agreed. ”But you've invited us both to stay here for a week or two----”
”I know I did, but I wish I hadn't, if you're going to tear down my house----”
”Now, now, Miss Darrel,” Bannard couldn't help laughing at her angry face, ”we're not going to pull the house down about your ears! And if you don't want Iris and me to visit you, as you asked us to, just say so and we'll mighty soon make ourselves scarce! We'll go to the village inn to-day, if you like.”
”No, no; don't be so hasty. Take a week, Iris, to get your things together, and you stay that long, too, Mr. Bannard; but, of course, it isn't strange that I should want my house to myself after a time.”
”Not at all, Miss Lucille,” Iris smiled pleasantly, ”you are quite justified. I will stay a few days, and then I shall go to New York and live with a girl friend of mine, who will be very glad to have me.”
”And I will remain but a day or two here,” said Bannard, ”and though I may be back and forth a few times, I'll stay mostly in my New York rooms. I admit I rather want to look around here, for it seems to me that, as heirs to a large fortune of jewels, it's up to Iris and myself to look first in the most likely hiding-places for them; and where more probable than the testator's own house? Also, Miss Darrel, there will yet be much investigation here, in an endeavor to find the murderer; you will have to submit to that.”
”Of course, I shall put no obstacles in the way of the law. That detective Hughes is a most determined man. He said yesterday, just before the funeral, that to-day he should begin his real investigations.”
And the detective made good his promise. He arrived at Pellbrook and announced his determination to make a thorough search of the place, house and grounds.
”That crypt business,” he declared, for he had read the diary, ”means a whole lot. It's no church vault, my way of thinking, it's a crypt in this here house and the jewels are there. Mark that. Also, the concealed crypt is part of or connected with the secret pa.s.sage that leads into that room, where the windows are barred, and that's how the murderer got in--or, at least, how he got out.”
”But--but there isn't any such crypt,” and Iris looked at him imploringly. ”If there were, don't you suppose I'd know it?”
”You might, and then, again, you mightn't,” returned Hughes; then he added, ”and then again, mebbe you do.”
A painful silence followed, for the detective's tone and glance, even more than his words, hinted an implication.
”And I wish you'd tell me,” he went on, to Iris, ”just what that funny business about the ten cent piece means. Did your aunt tell you she was going to leave you a real diamond?”
”Yes; for years Mrs. Pell has repeatedly told me that in her will she had directed that I was to receive a small box from her lawyer, which contained a diamond pin. That is, I thought she said a diamond pin; but of course I know now that she really said, 'a dime and pin.' That is not at all surprising, for it was the delight of her life to tease people in some such way.”
”But she knew you _thought_ she meant a diamond pin?”