The Ripening Rubies

The Ripening Rubies
by Max Pemberton
1894

"The plain fact is," said Lady Faber, "we are entertaining thieves. It
positively makes me shudder to look at my own guests, and to think
that some of them are criminals."
We stood together in the conservatory of her house in Portman Square,
looking down upon a brilliant ball-room, upon a glow of colour, and
the radiance of unnumbered gems. She had taken me aside after the
fourth waltz to tell me that her famous belt of rubies had been shorn of
one of its finest pendants; and she showed me beyond possibility of
dispute that the loss was no accident, but another of those amazing
thefts which startled London so frequently during the season of 1893.
Nor was hers the only case. Though I had been in her house but an hour,
complaints from other sources had reached me. The Countess of
Dunholme had lost a crescent brooch of brilliants; Mrs.
Kenningham-Hardy had missed a spray of pearls and turquoise; Lady
Hallingham made mention of an emerald locket which was gone, as she
thought, from her necklace; though, as she confessed with a truly
feminine doubt, she was not positive that her maid had given it to her.
And these misfortunes, being capped by the abstraction of Lady Faber's
pendant, compelled me to believe that of all the startling stories of
thefts which the season had known the story of this dance would be the
most remarkable.
These things and many more came to my mind as I held the mutilated
belt in my hand and examined the fracture, while my hostess stood,
with an angry flush upon her face, waiting for my verdict. A moment's
inspection of the bauble revealed to me at once its exceeding value, and
the means whereby a pendant of it had been snatched.

"If you will look closely," said I, "you will see that the gold chain here
has been cut with a pair of scissors. As we don't know the name of the
person who used them, we may describe them as pickpocket's scissors."
"Which means that I am entertaining a pickpocket," said she, flushing
again at the thought.
"Or a person in possession of a pickpocket's implements," I suggested.
"How dreadful," she cried, "not for myself, though the rubies are very
valuable, but for the others. This is the third dance during the week at
which people's jewels have been stolen. When will it end?"
"The end of it will come," said I, "directly that you, and others with
your power to lead, call in the police. It is very evident by this time that
some person is socially engaged in a campaign of wholesale robbery.
While a silly delicacy forbids us to permit our guests to be suspected or
in any way watched, the person we mention may consider himself in a
terrestrial paradise, which is very near the seventh heaven of delight.
He will continue to rob with impunity, and to offer up his thanks for
that generosity of conduct which refuses us a glimpse of his hat, or
even an inspection of the boots in which he may place his plunder."
"You speak very lightly of it," she interrupted, as I still held her belt in
my hands. "Do you know that my husband values the rubies in each of
those pendants at eight hundred pounds?"
"I can quite believe it," said I; "some of them are white as these are, I
presume; but I want you to describe it for me, and as accurately as your
memory will let you."
"How will that help to its recovery?" she asked, looking at me
questioningly.
"Possibly not at all," I replied; "but it might be offered for sale at my
place, and I should be glad if I had the means of restoring it to you.
Stranger things have happened."

"I believe," said she sharply, "you would like to find out the thief
yourself."
"I should not have the smallest objection," I exclaimed frankly; "if
these robberies continue, no woman in London will wear real stones;
and I shall be the loser."
"I have thought of that," said she; "but, you know, you are not to make
the slightest attempt to expose any guest in my house; what you do
outside is no concern of mine."
"Exactly," said I, "and for the matter of that I am likely to do very little
in either case; we are working against clever heads; and if my judgment
be correct, there is a whole gang to cope with. But tell me about the
rubies."
"Well," said she, "the stolen pendant is in the shape of a rose. The belt,
as you know, was brought by Lord Faber from Burmah. Besides the
ring of rubies, which each