I
"More trouble, Tommy," remarked Gladys Norman one morning as James
Thompson entered her room. He looked across at her quickly, a keen
flash of interest in his somnolent brown eyes.
"Somebody's pinched Lady Glanedale's jewels. Just had a telephone
message. What a happy place the world would be without drink and
crime----"
"And women," added Thompson, alert of eye, and prepared to dodge
anything that was coming.
"Tommy, you're a beast. Get thee hence!" and, bending over her
typewriter, she became absorbed in rattling words on to paper.
Thompson had just reached the third line of "I'm Sorry I Made You
Cry," when his quick eye detected Malcolm Sage as he entered the
outer office.
With a brief "Good morning," Malcolm Sage passed into his room, and
a minute later Gladys Norman was reading from her note-book the
message that had come over the telephone to the effect that early
that morning a burglar had entered Lady Glanedale's bedroom at the
Home Park, Hyston, the country house of Sir Roger Glanedale, and,
under threat from a pistol, had demanded her jewel-case, which she
had accordingly handed to him.
As the jewels were insured with the Twentieth Century Insurance
Corporation, Ltd., Malcolm Sage had been immediately communicated
with, that he might take up the enquiry with a view to tracing the
missing property.
One of Malcolm Sage's first cases had been undertaken for this
company in connection with a burglary. He had been successful in
restoring the whole of the missing property. In consequence he
had been personally thanked by the Chairman at a fully attended
Board Meeting, and at the same time presented with a gold-mounted
walking-stick, which, as he remarked to Sir John Dene, no one but
a drum-major in full dress would dare to carry.
Having listened carefully as she read her notes, Malcolm Sage
dismissed Gladys Norman with a nod, and for some minutes sat at his
table drawing the inevitable diagrams upon his blotting pad.
Presently he rose, and walked over to a row of shelves filled with
red-backed volumes, lettered on the back "Records," with a number
and a date.
Every crime or curious occurrence that came under Malcolm Sage's
notice was duly chronicled in the pages of these volumes, which
contained miles of press-cuttings. They were rendered additionally
valuable by an elaborate system of cross-reference indexing.
After referring to an index-volume, Malcolm Sage selected one of the
folios, and returned with it to his table. Rapidly turning over the
pages he came to a newspaper-cutting, which was dated some five
weeks previously. This he read and pondered over for some time. It
ran:
DARING BURGLARY
Country Mansion Entered
Burglar's Sang-froid
In the early hours of yesterday morning a daring burglary was
committed at the Dower House, near Hyston, the residence of Mr.
Gerald Comminge, who was away from home at the time, by which the
burglar was able to make a rich haul of jewels.
In the early hours of the morning Mrs. Comminge was awakened by the
presence of a man in her room. As she sat up in bed, the man turned
an electric torch upon her and, pointing a revolver in her direction,
warned her that if she cried out he would shoot. He then demanded to
know where she kept her jewels, and Mrs. Comminge, too terrified to
do anything else, indicated a drawer in which lay her jewel-case.
Taking the jewel-case and putting it under his arm, the man
threatened that if she moved or called out within a quarter of an
hour he would return and shoot her. He then got out of the window on
to a small balcony and disappeared.
It seems that he gained admittance by clambering up some ivy and
thus on to the narrow balcony that runs the length of one side of
the house.
Immediately on the man's disappearance, Mrs. Comminge fainted. On
coming to she gave the alarm, and the police were immediately
telephoned for. Although the man's footprints are easily discernible
upon the mould and the soft turf, the culprit seems to have left no
other clue.
The description that Mrs. Comminge is able to give of her assailant
is rather lacking in detail, owing to the shock she experienced at
his sudden appearance. It would appear that the man is of medium
height and slight of build. He wore a cap and a black handkerchief
tied across his face just beneath his eyes, which entirely masked
his features. With this very inadequate description of the ruffian
the police have perforce to set to work upon the very difficult task
of tracing him.
For some time Malcolm Sage pondered over the cutting, then rising he
replaced the volume and rang for Thompson.
An hour later Tims was carrying him along in the direction of Sir
Roger Glanedale's house at a good thirty-five miles an hour.
The Home Park was an Elizabethan mansion that had been acquired by
Sir Roger Glanedale out of enormous profits made upon the sale of
margarine. As Tims brought the car up before the front entrance with
an impressive sweep, the hall-door was thrown open by the butler,
who habitually strove by an excessive dignity of demeanour to remove
from his mental palate the humiliating flavour of margarine.
Malcolm Sage's card considerably mitigated the impression made upon
Mr. Hibbs's mind by the swing with which Tims had brought the car up
to the door.
Malcolm Sage was shown into the morning-room and told that her
ladyship would see him in a few minutes. He was busy in the
contemplation of the garden when the door opened and Lady Glanedale
entered.
He bowed and then, as Lady Glanedale seated herself at a small table,
he took the nearest chair.
She was a little woman, some eight inches too short for the air she
assumed, fair, good-looking; but with a hard, set mouth. No one had
ever permitted her to forget that she had married margarine.
"You have called about the burglary?" she enquired, in a tone she
might have adopted to a plumber who had come to see to a leak in the
bath.
Malcolm Sage bowed.
"Perhaps you will give me the details," he said. "Kindly be as brief
as possible," his "incipient Bolshevism" manifesting itself in his
manner.
Lady Glanedale elevated her eyebrows; but, as Malcolm Sage's eyes
were not upon her, she proceeded to tell her story.
"About one o'clock this morning I was awakened to find a man in my
bedroom," she began. "He was standing between the bedstead and the
farther window, his face masked. He had a pistol in one hand, which
he pointed towards me, and an electric torch in the other. I sat up
in bed and stared at him. 'If you call out I shall kill you,' he
said. I asked him what he wanted. He replied that if I gave him my
jewel-case and did not call for help, he would not do me any harm.
"Realising that I was helpless, I got out of bed, put on a wrapper,
opened a small safe I have set in the wall, and handed him one of
the two jewel-cases I possess.
"He then made me promise that I would not ring or call out for a
quarter of an hour, and he disappeared out of the window.
"At the end of a quarter of an hour I summoned help, and my stepson,
the butler, and several other servants came to my room. We
telephoned for the police, and after breakfast we telephoned to the
insurance company."
For fully a minute there was silence. Malcolm Sage decided that
Lady Glanedale certainly possessed the faculty of telling a story
with all the events in their proper sequence. He found himself with
very few questions to put to her.
"Can you describe the man?" he asked as he mechanically turned over
the leaves of a book on a table beside him.
"Not very well," she replied. "I saw little more than a silhouette
against the window. He was of medium height, slight of build and I
should say young."
"That seems to agree with the description of the man who robbed Mrs.
Comminge," he said as if to himself.
"That is what the inspector said," remarked Lady Glanedale.
"His voice?"
"Was rather husky, as if he were trying to disguise it."
"Was it the voice of a man of refinement or otherwise?"
"I should describe it as middle-class," was the snobbish response.
"The mask?"
"It looked like a silk handkerchief tied across his nose. It was
dark in tone; but I could get only a dim impression."
Malcolm Sage inclined his head comprehendingly.
"You know Mrs. Comminge?"
"Intimately."
"You mentioned two jewel-cases," he said.
"The one stolen contained those I mostly wear," replied Lady
Glanedale; "in the other I keep some very valuable family jewels."
"What was the value of those stolen?"
"About 8,000 pounds," she replied, "possibly more. I should explain,
perhaps, that Sir Roger was staying in town last night, and so far I
have not been able to get him on the telephone. He was to have
stayed at the Ritzton; but apparently he found them full and went
elsewhere."
"You have no suspicion as to who it was that entered your room?"
"None whatever," said Lady Glanedale.
"The police have already been?" he enquired, as he examined with
great intentness a rose he had taken from a bowl beside him.
"Yes, they came shortly after we telephoned. They gave instructions
that nothing was to be touched in the room, and no one was to go
near the ground beneath the windows."
Malcolm Sage nodded approvingly, and returned the rose to the bowl.
"And now," he said, "I think I should like to see the room. By the
way, I take it that you keep your safe locked?"
"Always," said Lady Glanedale.
"Where do you keep the key?"
"In the bottom right-hand drawer of my dressing-table, under a pile
of handkerchiefs."
"As soon as you can I should like to see a list of the jewels," said
Malcolm Sage, as he followed Lady Glanedale towards the door.
"My maid is copying it out now," she replied, and led the way up the
staircase, along a heavily-carpeted corridor, at the end of which
she threw open a door giving access to a bedroom.
Malcolm Sage entered and gave a swift look about him, seeming to
note and catalogue every detail. It was a large room, with two
windows looking out on to a lawn. On the right was a door, which,
Lady Glanedale explained, led to Sir Roger's dressing-room.
He walked over to the window near the dressing-room and looked out.
"That is the window he must have entered by; he went out that way,"
explained Lady Glanedale.
"You spoke of a stepson," said Malcolm Sage. "He is a man, I
presume?"
"He is twenty-three." Lady Glanedale elevated her eyebrows as if
surprised at the question.
"Can you send for him?"
"Certainly, if you wish it." She rang the bell, and a moment later
requested the maid who answered it to ask Mr. Robert to come
immediately.
"Do you sleep with lowered blinds?" enquired Malcolm Sage.
"The one nearest my bed I always keep down; the other I pull up
after putting out my light."
"Did you awaken suddenly, or gradually--as if it were your usual
time to awaken?"
"It was gradual," said Lady Glanedale, after a pause for thought. "I
remember having the feeling that someone was looking at me."
"Was the light from the torch shining on your face?"
"No, it was turned to the opposite side of the room, on my right as
I lay in bed."
At that moment a young man in tweeds entered.
"You want me, Mater?" he enquired; then, looking across at Malcolm
Sage with a slightly troubled shadow in his eyes, he bowed.
"This is Mr. Sage from the insurance company," said. Lady Glanedale
coldly. "He wishes to see you."
Again there was the slightly troubled look in young Glanedale's eyes.
"Perhaps you will place Mr. Glanedale in the exact position in which
the man was standing when you first saw him," said Malcolm Sage.
Without a word Lady Glanedale walked over to the spot she had
indicated, young Glanedale following. When she had got him into the
desired position she turned interrogatingly to Malcolm Sage.
"Now," he said, "will you be so kind as to lie on your bed in the
same position in which you were when you awakened."
For a moment Lady Glanedale's eyebrows indicated surprise. She used
her eyebrows more than any other feature for the purpose of
expressing emotion. Without comment, however, she lay down upon the
bed on her right side, closed her eyes, then a moment later sat up
and gazed in the direction where Glanedale stood looking awkward and
self-conscious.
"Perhaps you will repeat every movement you made," said Malcolm Sage.
"Try to open the safe-door exactly as you did then, and leave it at
the same angle. Every detail is important."
Lady Glanedale rose, picked up a wrapper that was lying over a
chair-back, put it on and, walking over to the safe, turned the key
that was in the lock, and opened it. Then, standing between the safe
and Glanedale, she took out a jewel-case and closed the door.
Finally she walked over to where her stepson stood, and handed him
the jewel-case.
"Thank you," said Malcolm Sage. "I wanted to see whether or not the
man had the opportunity of seeing into the safe."
"I took care to stand in front of it," she said.
"So I observed. You allowed the quarter of an hour to elapse before
you raised the alarm?"
"Certainly, I had promised," was the response.
"But a promise extorted by threats of violence is not binding," he
suggested as he pulled meditatively at his right ear.
"It is with me," was the cold retort.
He inclined his head slightly.
"I notice that the ground beneath the windows has been roped off."
"The inspector thought it had better be done, as there were
footprints."
"I will not trouble you further for the present, Lady Glanedale,"
said Malcolm Sage, moving towards the door. "I should like to spend
a little time in the grounds. Later I may require to interrogate the
servants."
Young Glanedale opened the door and his stepmother, followed by
Malcolm Sage, passed out. They descended the stairs together.
"Please don't trouble to come out," said Malcolm Sage. "I shall
probably be some little time," this as Lady Glanedale moved towards
the hall-door. "By the way," he said, as she turned towards the
morning-room where she had received him, "did you happen to notice
if the man was wearing boots, or was he in stockinged feet?"
"I think he wore boots, she said, after a momentary pause.
"Thank you," and Malcolm Sage turned towards the door, which was
held open by the butler.
Passing down the steps and to the left, he walked round to the side
of the house, where the space immediately beneath Lady Glanedale's
windows had been roped off.
Stepping over the protecting rope, he examined the ground beneath
the window through which the burglar had entered.
Running along the side of the house was a flowerbed some two feet
six inches wide, and on its surface was clearly indicated a series
of footprints. On the side of the painted water-pipe were scratches
such as might have been made by someone climbing up to the window
above.
Drawing a spring metal-rule from his pocket, he proceeded to take a
series of measurements, which he jotted down in a notebook.
He next examined the water-pipe up which the man presumably had
climbed, and presently passed on to a similar pipe farther to the
left. Every inch of ground he subjected to a careful and elaborate
examination, lifting the lower branches of some evergreens and
gazing beneath them.
Finally, closing his notebook with a snap, Malcolm Sage seated
himself upon a garden-seat and, carefully filling and lighting his
pipe, he became absorbed in the polished pinkness of the third
fingernail of his left hand.
A quarter of an hour later he was joined by young Glanedale.
"Found anything?" he enquired.
"There are some footprints," said Malcolm Sage, looking at him
keenly. "By the way, what did you do when you heard of the robbery?"
"I went to the Mater's room."
"And after that?"
"I rushed downstairs and started looking about."
"You didn't happen to come anywhere near this spot, or walk upon the
mould there?" He nodded at the place he had just been examining.
"No; as a matter of fact, I avoided it. The Mater warned me to be
careful."
Malcolm Sage nodded his head.
"Did the butler join you in your search?" he enquired.
"About five minutes later he did. He had to go back and put on some
things; he was rather sketchy when he turned up in the Mater's
room." Glanedale grinned at the recollection.
"And you?" Malcolm Sage flashed on him that steel grey look of
interrogation. For a moment the young man seemed embarrassed, and he
hesitated before replying.
"As a matter of fact, I hadn't turned in," he said at length.
"I see," said Malcolm Sage, and there was something in his tone that
caused Glanedale to look at him quickly.
"It was such a rippin' night that I sat at my bedroom window
smoking," he explained a little nervously.
"Which is your bedroom window?"
Glanedale nodded in the direction of the farther end of the house.
"That's the governor's dressing-room," he said, indicating the
window on the left of that through which the burglar had escaped,
"and the next is mine."
"Did you see anything?" enquired Malcolm Sage, who, having unscrewed
the mouthpiece of his pipe, proceeded to clean it with a blade of
grass.
Again there was the slightest suggestion of hesitation before
Glanedale replied.
"No, nothing. You see," he added hastily, "I was not looking out of
the window, merely sitting at it. As a matter of fact, I was facing
the other way."
"You heard no noise?"
Glanedale shook his head.
"So that the first intimation you had of anything being wrong was
what?" he asked.
"I heard the Mater at her door calling for assistance, and I went
immediately."
Malcolm Sage turned and regarded the water-pipe speculatively.
"I wonder if anyone really could climb up that," he said. "I'm sure
I couldn't."
"Nothing easier," said Glanedale. "I could shin up in two ticks,"
and he made a movement towards the pipe.
"No," said Malcolm Sage, putting a detaining hand upon his arm. "If
you want to demonstrate your agility, try the other. There are marks
on this I want to preserve."
"Right-o," cried Glanedale with a laugh, and a moment later he was
shinning up the further pipe with the agility of a South Sea
islander after coker-nuts.
Malcolm Sage walked towards the pipe, glanced at it, and then at the
footprints beneath.
"You were quite right," he remarked casually. Then a moment later he
enquired:
"Do you usually sit up late?"
"We're not exactly early birds," Glanedale replied a little
irrelevantly. "The Mater plays a lot of bridge, you know," he added.
"And that keeps you out of bed?"
"Yes and no," was the reply. "I can't afford to play with the
Mater's crowd; but I have to hang about until after they've gone.
The governor hates it. You see," he added confidentially, "when a
man's had to make his money, he knows the value of it."
"True," said Malcolm Sage, but from the look in his eyes his
thoughts seemed elsewhere.
"By the way, what time was it that you had a shower here last
night?"
"A shower?" repeated Glanedale. "Oh! yes, I remember, it was just
about twelve o'clock; it only lasted about ten minutes."
"I'll think things over," said Malcolm Sage, and Glanedale, taking
the hint, strolled off towards the house.
Malcolm Sage walked over to where an old man was trimming a hedge.
"Could you lend me a trowel for half an hour?" he enquired.
"No, dang it, I can't," growled the old fellow. "I ain't a-going to
lend no more trowels or anything else."
"Why?" enquired Malcolm Sage.
"There's my best trowel gone out of the tool-house," he grumbled,
"and I ain't a-going to lend no others."
"How did it go?"
"How should I know?" he complained. "Walked out, I suppose, same as
trowels is always doin'."
"When did you miss it?"
"It was there day 'fore yesterday I'll swear, and I ain't a-going to
lend no more."
"Do you think the man who took the jewels stole it?" enquired
Malcolm Sage.
"Dang the jools," he retorted, "I want my trowel," and, grumbling to
himself, the old fellow shuffled off to the other end of the hedge.
Half an hour later Malcolm Sage was in Hyston, interviewing the
inspector of police, who was incoherent with excitement. He learned
that Scotland Yard was sending down a man that afternoon,
furthermore that elaborate enquiries were being made in the
neighbourhood as to any suspicious characters having recently been
seen.
Malcolm Sage asked a number of questions, to which he received more
or less impatient replies. The inspector was convinced that the
robbery was the work of the same man who had got away with Mrs.
Comminge's jewels, and he was impatient with anyone who did not
share this view.
From the police station Malcolm Sage went to The Painted Flag, where,
having ordered lunch, he got through to the Twentieth Century
Insurance Corporation, and made an appointment to meet one of the
assessors at Home Park at three o'clock.