The Crystal Egg | Page 3

dinner ready.
But when he heard of the loss of the crystal, he forgot his meal, and his
anger was diverted from his mother to his step-father. Their first idea,
of course, was that he had hidden it. But Mr. Cave stoutly denied all
knowledge of its fate, freely offering his bedabbled affidavit in the
matter--and at last was worked up to the point of accusing, first, his
wife and then his stepson of having taken it with a view to a private
sale. So began an exceedingly acrimonious and emotional discussion,
which ended for Mrs. Cave in a peculiar nervous condition midway
between hysterics and amuck, and caused the step-son to be
half-an-hour late at the furniture establishment in the afternoon. Mr.
Cave took refuge from his wife's emotions in the shop.
In the evening the matter was resumed, with less passion and in a
judicial spirit, under the presidency of the step-daughter. The supper
passed unhappily and culminated in a painful scene. Mr. Cave gave
way at last to extreme exasperation, and went out banging the front
door violently. The rest of the family, having discussed him with the
freedom his absence warranted, hunted the house from garret to cellar,
hoping to light upon the crystal.

The next day the two customers called again. They were received by
Mrs. Cave almost in tears. It transpired that no one could imagine all
that she had stood from Cave at various times in her married
pilgrimage. ... She also gave a garbled account of the disappearance.
The clergyman and the Oriental laughed silently at one another, and
said it was very extraordinary. As Mrs. Cave seemed disposed to give
them the complete history of her life they made to leave the shop.
Thereupon Mrs. Cave, still clinging to hope, asked for the clergyman's
address, so that, if she could get anything out of Cave, she might
communicate it. The address was duly given, but apparently was
afterwards mislaid. Mrs. Cave can remember nothing about it.
In the evening of that day the Caves seem to have exhausted their
emotions, and Mr. Cave, who had been out in the afternoon, supped in
a gloomy isolation that contrasted pleasantly with the impassioned
controversy of the previous days. For some time matters were very
badly strained in the Cave household, but neither crystal nor customer
reappeared.
Now, without mincing the matter, we must admit that Mr. Cave was a
liar. He knew perfectly well where the crystal was. It was in the rooms
of Mr. Jacoby Wace, Assistant Demonstrator at St. Catherine's Hospital,
Westbourne Street. It stood on the sideboard partially covered by a
black velvet cloth, and beside a decanter of American whisky. It is
from Mr. Wace, indeed, that the particulars upon which this narrative is
based were derived. Cave had taken off the thing to the hospital hidden
in the dog-fish sack, and there had pressed the young investigator to
keep it for him. Mr. Wace was a little dubious at first. His relationship
to Cave was peculiar. He had a taste for singular characters, and he had
more than once invited the old man to smoke and drink in his rooms,
and to unfold his rather amusing views of life in general and of his wife
in particular. Mr. Wace had encountered Mrs. Cave, too, on occasions
when Mr. Cave was not at home to attend to him. He knew the constant
interference to which Cave was subjected, and having weighed the
story judicially, he decided to give the crystal a refuge. Mr. Cave
promised to explain the reasons for his remarkable affection for the
crystal more fully on a later occasion, but he spoke distinctly of seeing

visions therein. He called on Mr. Wace the same evening.
He told a complicated story. The crystal he said had come into his
possession with other oddments at the forced sale of another curiosity
dealer's effects, and not knowing what its value might be, he had
ticketed it at ten shillings. It had hung upon his hands at that price for
some months, and he was thinking of "reducing the figure," when he
made a singular discovery.
At that time his health was very bad--and it must be borne in mind that,
throughout all this experience, his physical condition was one of
ebb--and he was in considerable distress by reason of the negligence,
the positive ill-treatment even, he received from his wife and
step-children. His wife was vain, extravagant, unfeeling, and had a
growing taste for private drinking; his step-daughter was mean and
over-reaching; and his step-son had conceived a violent dislike for him,
and lost no chance of showing it. The requirements of his business
pressed heavily upon him, and Mr. Wace does not think that he was
altogether free from occasional