Part 25 (1/2)

”No; he says he has never seen the man who fetches the diamonds. The only one he has ever seen was a man he is not able to describe because he is so ordinary-looking, who came to his kraal in Basutoland about seven months ago, and made the whole plan with him to come and work on contracts of three months at a time as a compound-boy, steal as many diamonds as he could, and pa.s.s them out in the way I have described.

Each parcel was to cost ten pounds and to contain no less than ten diamonds. No money pa.s.sed between them, but every time a parcel was put through the tunnel, the confederate on the other side put a blue bead in its place among the sand. The boy found the bead and kept it as a receipt, and when he came out at the end of every three months'

contract he wore a bracelet of blue beads on his wrist. Naturally, the authorities didn't take any notice of this when they searched him, for nearly all Kafirs wear beads of some kind. These beads were quite a common kind to look at; only when they were examined carefully were they found to have been pa.s.sed through some chemical process which dyed the inside a peculiar mauve colour, making it impossible for the Kafir to cheat by adding ordinary blue beads (of which there are plenty for sale in the compound) to his little bunch of 'receipts.'”

”How clever!” said Rosanne. ”And how are they going to catch the confederate? Put a trap-parcel, I suppose, and pounce on him when he comes to fetch it?”

She had seated herself again, opposite Kitty, her arms resting on the back of the chair, her face vivid with interest.

”Cleverer than that,” announced Kitty. ”They are going to put the trap and watch who fetches it. But they won't pounce on him; they mean to follow him up and arrest the whole gang.”

”Gang?”

”Len says there's sure to be a gang of them, and for the sake of getting them all, parcel after parcel of stones will be put through the tunnel, if necessary, until every one of them is traced and arrested.”

”Rather risky for the diamonds, I should think!”

”They'll only put inferior ones in. Besides, the Kafir boy's contract is up in a week's time, and if all the gang aren't caught by then, they're going to let the boy go out and meet his confederate to deliver his beads, and then the arrest will be made.”

”Surely the Kafir was able to describe him, if he had been in the habit of meeting him every three months?”

”He says he was a young white boy, very thin, who wears a mask and an overcoat. They have met twice at night, in an old unused house in the Malay compound, the other side of Kimberley. Can you imagine any one running such awful risks for the sake of diamonds, Nan? But Len says it goes on all the time--this illicit diamond-buying business--and the company loses thousands of pounds every year and is hardly ever able to catch the thieves. They're as clever as paint! They have to be, for if they are caught it means ten to twenty years' imprisonment for them, as they know. Mustn't it be awful to live in such a state of risk and uncertainty, never knowing when you're going to be found out, for, of course, there are plenty of detectives on the watch for illicit buying all the time?”

”Awful--yes, but terribly exciting,” Rosanne said musingly. ”Don't you think so?” she added quickly, and began to pull on her gloves.

”Ah, don't go, yet!” cried Kitty. ”Len will be dreadfully disappointed to find you gone.”

”Tell him you told me the story,” laughed Rosanne. ”That will cheer him up.”

”I don't think I shall,” said Kitty soberly. ”I'm afraid he'd be awfully mad with me, after all, even though it is only you I've told.

He'll say women can't keep things to themselves, and that you're sure to tell someone else, and so the whole thing will get about.”

”You needn't worry, dear. It will never get about through me,” said Rosanne quietly, and, kissing Kitty good-night, she went her ways.

As she pa.s.sed through the brightly lit outer compound, stepping briskly toward the big gate, she was aware of more than one lurking shadow behind the blue-ground heaps. Also, it seemed to her that various guards were more alert than usual in their guardhouses. But she gave no faintest sign of observing these things, greeted the guard at the gate pleasantly, and, pa.s.sing out to the street, stepped into the waiting carriage and was driven home. It wanted a few minutes to midnight when she stole from the veranda door of her room once more, dressed in her dim, straight gown of moonlight velvet with a swathe of colourless veil about her head and, sliding softly through the garden, went out into the quiet streets of the town until she came, at last, to a little indistinguished door next to a jeweller's window, whereon was neatly inscribed the name, ”Syke Ravenal.” On knocking gently three times, the door opened mechanically to admit her. Inside all was dark; but a few paces down a pa.s.sage brought her to a door that opened into a small but brightly lighted room. An elderly man was seated at a table engaged in beautifully illuminating a parchment ma.n.u.script. This was Syke Ravenal.

”You are very late, my child,” he said, in a gently benevolent tone.

His voice was rich and sonorous.

”It was not safe to come before.”

”Safe?” His dark, hawk-like face did not change, but there was a sound in his voice like the clank of broken iron.

”They've caught Hiangeli,” she said.

”Ah!” He carefully folded the ma.n.u.script between two protecting sheets of blotting-paper and placed it in the drawer of his table. His hands shook as if with ague, but his voice was as perfectly composed as his face when he spoke again.

”Tell me all about it, my child.”

”They got him in the compound today, as he was putting the parcel through. He has confessed as much as he knows about your son going to the kraal, and the blue beads, and the old house in the Malay compound where he was paid. They have now set a trap-parcel of stones and are sitting in wait to catch the confederate.” She sank down in a chair opposite to him and leaned her elbows on the table. ”To catch me,” she said slowly.