Martin Hewitt, Investigator | Page 3

of a robbery
at my place last evening. It appears, as far as I can guess, to be one of
three by the same hand, or by the same gang. Late yesterday
afternoon----"
"Pardon me, Sir James," Hewitt interrupted, "but I think I must ask you
to begin at the first robbery and tell me the whole tale in proper order.
It makes things clearer, and sets them in their proper shape."
"Very well! Eleven months ago, or thereabout, I had rather a large party
of visitors, and among them Colonel Heath and Mrs. Heath--the lady
being a relative of my own late wife. Colonel Heath has not been long
retired, you know--used to be political resident in an Indian native state.

Mrs. Heath had rather a good stock of jewelry of one sort and another,
about the most valuable piece being a bracelet set with a particularly
fine pearl--quite an exceptional pearl, in fact--that had been one of a
heap of presents from the maharajah of his state when Heath left India.
"It was a very noticeable bracelet, the gold setting being a mere
feather-weight piece of native filigree work--almost too fragile to trust
on the wrist--and the pearl being, as I have said, of a size and quality
not often seen. Well, Heath and his wife arrived late one evening, and
after lunch the following day, most of the men being off by
themselves--shooting, I think--my daughter, my sister (who is very
often down here), and Mrs. Heath took it into their heads to go
walking--fern-hunting, and so on. My sister was rather long dressing,
and, while they waited, my daughter went into Mrs. Heath's room,
where Mrs. Heath turned over all her treasures to show her, as women
do, you know. When my sister was at last ready, they came straight
away, leaving the things littering about the room rather than stay longer
to pack them up. The bracelet, with other things, was on the
dressing-table then."
"One moment. As to the door?"
"They locked it. As they came away my daughter suggested turning the
key, as we had one or two new servants about."
"And the window?"
"That they left open, as I was going to tell you. Well, they went on their
walk and came back, with Lloyd (whom they had met somewhere)
carrying their ferns for them. It was dusk and almost dinner-time. Mrs.
Heath went straight to her room, and--the bracelet was gone."
"Was the room disturbed?"
"Not a bit. Everything was precisely where it had been left, except the
bracelet. The door hadn't been tampered with, but of course the window
was open, as I have told you."

"You called the police, of course?"
"Yes, and had a man from Scotland Yard down in the morning. He
seemed a pretty smart fellow, and the first thing he noticed on the
dressing-table, within an inch or two of where the bracelet had been,
was a match, which had been lit and thrown down. Now nobody about
the house had had occasion to use a match in that room that day, and, if
they had, certainly wouldn't have thrown it on the cover of the
dressing-table. So that, presuming the thief to have used that match, the
robbery must have been committed when the room was getting
dark--immediately before Mrs. Heath returned, in fact. The thief had
evidently struck the match, passed it hurriedly over the various trinkets
lying about, and taken the most valuable."
"Nothing else was even moved?"
"Nothing at all. Then the thief must have escaped by the window,
although it was not quite clear how. The walking party approached the
house with a full view of the window, but saw nothing, although the
robbery must have been actually taking place a moment or two before
they turned up.
"There was no water-pipe within any practicable distance of the
window, but a ladder usually kept in the stable-yard was found lying
along the edge of the lawn. The gardener explained, however, that he
had put the ladder there after using it himself early in the afternoon."
"Of course it might easily have been used again after that and put
back."
"Just what the Scotland Yard man said. He was pretty sharp, too, on the
gardener, but very soon decided that he knew nothing of it. No stranger
had been seen in the neighborhood, nor had passed the lodge gates.
Besides, as the detective said, it scarcely seemed the work of a stranger.
A stranger could scarcely have known enough to go straight to the
room where a lady--only arrived the day before--had left a valuable
jewel, and away again without being seen. So all the people about the
house were suspected in turn. The servants offered, in a body, to have

their boxes searched,