Part 26 (1/2)
”Quite true. But you are going to have it--presently. I know where it is!”
”Mr. Cleek!”
”Gently, gently, my friends. Don't go quite off your heads with excitement. I repeat, I know where it is. I have found it and----Mr.
Narkom! Look sharp! A chair for Lady Leake--she's tottering. Steady, steady, your ladys.h.i.+p; it will only complicate matters to lose a grip on yourself now; and you have kept up so brave a front all through, it would be a pity to break down at the end.”
”I am not breaking down. I am quite all right. Please go on, Mr.
Cleek--please do. I can stand anything better than this. Are you sure you have found it? Are you _sure?_”
”Absolutely. I have had a nice little talk with old Jennifer, and a very satisfactory visit to Master Bevis Leake's interesting 'pirates' cave' and----Gently, gently, Sir Mawson; gently, all of you. Don't jump to conclusions too quickly. No, your ladys.h.i.+p, I did not find the necklace in that cave, and for the simple reason that it is not and never has been there--in short, neither your son Bevis nor the servant, Jennifer, has the least idea in the world _where_ it is. I have, however, and if in return for handing it over to him, Sir Mawson will give me his promise to take that boy, Henry, back and give him another chance, he shall have it in his hands ten seconds afterward.”
”I promise! I promise! I promise!” broke in Sir Mawson, almost shouting in his excitement. ”I give you my word, Mr. Cleek, I give you my solemn oath.”
”Right you are,” said Cleek in reply. Then he twitched forward a chair, stepped on the seat of it, reached up into the midst of the chandelier's glittering cut-gla.s.s l.u.s.tres, snapped something out from their sparkling festoons, and added serenely, ”Favour for favour: there you are, then!” as he dropped the Ladder of Light into Sir Mawson's hands.
And all in a moment, what with Lady Leake laughing and crying at one and the same time, her liege lord acting pretty much as if he had suddenly gone off his head, and Mr. Maverick Narkom chiming in and a.s.serting several times over that he'd be jiggered, there was the d.i.c.kens and all to pay in the way of excitement.
”Up in the chandelier!” exclaimed Lady Leake when matters had settled down a bit. ”Up there, where it might have remained unnoticed for months, so like is it to the strings of l.u.s.tres. But how? But when?
Oh, Mr. Cleek, who in the world put it there? And why?”
”Jennifer,” he made answer. ”No, not for any evil purpose, your ladys.h.i.+p. He doesn't know even yet that it was there, or that he ever in all his life held a thing so valuable in his hands. All that he does know in connection with it is that while he was cleaning those l.u.s.tres out there in the hallway yesterday afternoon between four and five o'clock your son Bevis, out on one of his 'treasure raids,' paid him a visit, and that long after, when the old fellow came to replace the l.u.s.tres on the chandelier, he discovered that one string was missing.
”'I knowed the precious little rascal had took it, sir, of course,'
was the way he put it in explaining the matter to me; 'and I felt sure I'd be certain to find it in his pirates' cave. But Lord bless you, it turned out as he hadn't took it there at all, as I found out a goodish bit afterward, when her ladys.h.i.+p comes down to the landing at the top of the first flight of stairs, calls me up to give me the lint for Miss Eastman, and then gives a jump and a cry, like she'd just recollected something, and runs back upstairs as fast as she could fly. For when I looks down, there was the missing string of l.u.s.tres lying on the landing right where her ladys.h.i.+p had been standing, and where he, little rascal, had went and hid it from me. So I picks it up and puts it back in its place on the chandelier just as soon as I'd taken the lint to Miss Eastman like her ladys.h.i.+p told me.'
”In that, Lady Leake, lies the whole story of how it came to be where you saw me find it. Jennifer is still under the impression that what he picked up on that landing was nothing more than the string of twelve cut-gla.s.s l.u.s.tres joined together by links of bra.s.s wire which is at this moment hanging among the 'treasures' in your little son's pirates' cave.”
”On the landing? Lying on the landing, do you say, Mr. Cleek?”
exclaimed her ladys.h.i.+p. ”But heavens above, how could the necklace ever have got there? n.o.body could by any possibility have entered the boudoir after I left it to run down to the landing with the lint.
You saw for yourself how utterly impossible such a thing as that would be.”
”To be sure,” he admitted. ”It was the absolute certainty that n.o.body in the world could have actually forced the key to the solution upon me. Since it was possible for only one solitary person to have entered and left that room since Sir Mawson placed the necklace in your charge, clearly then that person was the one who carried it out. Therefore, there was but one conclusion, namely, that when your ladys.h.i.+p left that room the Ladder of Light left it with you: on your person, and----Gently, gently, Lady Leake; don't get excited, I beg. I shall be able in a moment to convince you that my reasoning upon that point was quite sound, and to back it up with actual proof.
”If you will examine the necklace, Sir Mawson, you will see that it has not come through this adventure uninjured; in short, that one of the two sections of its clasp is missing, and the link that once secured that section to the string of diamonds has parted in the middle. Perhaps a good deal which may have seemed to you sheer madness up to this point will be clearly explained when I tell you that when I lifted Lady Leake's negligee from that chair a while ago I found this thing clinging to the lace of the right sleeve.”
”Good heavens above! Look, Ada, look! The missing section of the clasp.”
”Exactly,” concurred Cleek. ”And when you think of where I found it I fancy it will not be very difficult to reason out how the necklace came to be where Jennifer picked it up. On your own evidence, Lady Leake, you hastily laid it down on your dressing-table, when the sight of the lint bandage recalled to your mind your promise to Miss Eastman, and from that moment it was never seen again. The natural inference then is so clear I think there can hardly be a doubt that when you reached over to pick up that bandage the lace of your sleeve caught on the clasp, became entangled, and that when you left the room you carried the Ladder of Light with you. The great weight of the necklace swinging free as you ran down the staircase would naturally tell upon that weak link, and no doubt when you leaned over the banister at the landing to call Jennifer, that was, so to speak, the last straw. The weak link snapped, the necklace dropped away, and the thick carpet entirely m.u.f.fled the sound of its fall. As for the rest----”
The loud jangling of the door bell cut in upon his words. He pulled out his watch and looked at it.
”That will be the Ranee's _major domo_, I fancy, Sir Mawson,” he observed, ”and with your kind permission Mr. Narkom and I will be going. We have, as I have already told you, a little matter of importance still to attend to in the interest of the Yard, and although I haven't the slightest idea we shall be able to carry it to a satisfactory conclusion for a very long time--if ever--we had better be about it. Pardon? Reward, your ladys.h.i.+p? Oh, but I've had that: Sir Mawson has given me his promise to let that bonny boy have another chance. That was all I asked, remember. There's good stuff in him, but he stands at the crossroads, and face to face with one of life's great crises. Now is the time when he needs a friend.
Now is the time for his father to _be_ a father; and opportunity counts for so much in the devil's gamble for souls. Get to him, daddy--get to him and stand by him--and you'll have given me the finest reward in the world.”
And here, making his adieus to Lady Leake, whose wet eyes followed him with something of reverence in them, and shaking heartily the hand Sir Mawson held out, he linked arms with Narkom, and together they pa.s.sed out, leaving a great peace and a great joy behind them.
”Gad, what an amazing beggar you are!” declared the superintendent, breaking silence suddenly as soon as they were at a safe distance from the house. ”You'll end your days in the workhouse, you know, if you continue this sort of tactics. Fancy chucking up a reward for the sake of a chap you never saw before, and who treated you like a mere n.o.body. Why, man alive, you could have had almost any reward--a thousand pounds if you'd asked it--for finding a priceless thing like that.”