THE FINDING OF THE RUBY AND THE LOCKING OF THE DOOR
When Mr Burton returned to the drawing-room, he found that Mr Thomas
Cox had been having a few words with the Flyman. That worthy jerked
his thumb in the other's direction.
'Wants to sling his hook. Says he's had about enough of it.'
'Oh, he has, has he? Now, Cox, listen to me. It's through you we're
here--'
Interrupting, Mr Cox raised his hat and stick in a hasty disclaimer.
'Was there ever anything like that? It was your suggestion entirely.
You said you could twist your lady friend round your finger--'
'Let's go a little further back, my Cox. You've told me--how many
times?--that if I lose my uncle's money you'll send me to gaol. Not
being anxious to go to gaol, I'm doing my best to get my uncle's
money. So if it's not through you I'm here, I should like to know
through whom it is.'
'That's different; you're entering on other matters altogether. You've
committed--you know what you've committed; but it doesn't follow,
because you've brought yourself within the reach of the criminal law,
that I want to bring myself too.'
'You hand over those pieces of paper which you're always flicking in
my face, and you're at liberty to go through that door, and down the
stairs, and neither the Flyman nor I will ever breathe a word about
your having been connected with the evening's entertainment.'
'Do you take me for a fool? You've robbed me on your own account
already, and now you want to jockey me into robbing myself. Don't talk
to me like that!'
'No, I won't talk to you like that; I'll talk to you like this. What
there'll be to pay for this evening's proceedings I don't know; but
you'll pay your share, whatever it is. This is a game of share and
share alike, and of in for a penny in for a pound. The Flyman and I
are going to see this through. I'm going to have the ruby before I
leave, I tell you that; and you're going to be in with us right
along.'
'Burton, you're a villain!'
'Cox, you're a scoundrel! Any use our saying pretty things to each
other, you renegade Jew?'
Mr Cox was wiping his forehead with his pocket-handkerchief, as if he
felt the heat.
'I will not be spoken to like that, as if I were--as if I were a man
of your own type. Where--where have those women gone?'
'The room on the other side that door is the dining-room; beyond is
Casata's room. That's where they've gone.'
'Then--then they've found her?'
'Oh, yes, they've found her; not a doubt of it. They've found a good
many other things as well.'
His tone evidently struck Mr Cox as being disagreeably significant.
'For goodness' sake, Burton, let's go. You are so rash, don't let's
make bad worse. Let's go while we have a chance, and before anything
very serious has happened.'
'Something serious has happened.'
'What do you mean?'
'What I say.'
'You don't mean--'
'Oh, cut it! Flyman, Cox is too fond of cackle. We're losing valuable
time, my child. You stay where you are, and keep an eye on things,
while Cox and I find my uncle's ruby.'
The Flyman proposed an amendment.
'Excuse me, Mr Burton, but, if you don't mind, we'll have it the other
way about. You stay here, and Mr Cox and I will find the ruby.'
Mr Burton laughed.
'Flyman, Doubt was your sire, out of Suspicion. Still think I want to
do you?'
'Sure.' The Flyman drew his finger across his lips. 'Mr Burton, you're
cleverer than most, and a lot cleverer than me. If you once got that
there stone between your fingers, I might whistle for my thousand, and
keep on whistling. Besides, I am handier than you at looking for a
thing like that.'
'Then show your handiness; only look alive about it. We can't expect
to continue in the enjoyment of these charming rooms for ever.'
'Where shall I start looking?'
'There you are, displaying your handiness from the very beginning. How
am I to know? I'm not informed as to where she keeps her gewgaws. I
believe that the pretty lady's sleeping-chamber is on the other side
of that door; look, there.' The Flyman looked in the direction
referred to. 'Hold hard; take Cox with you.'
The Flyman gripped Mr Thomas Cox by the arm.
'You come with me.'
Mr Cox objected.
'None of your handling.'
'Who wants to handle you? You come with me, that's all.'
'Yes, Cox, that's all. You go and assist our friend in prising open
the pretty lady's jewel-boxes and dressing-cases, and so on. You know
quite well that it isn't the first time you've been at the game, dear
boy.'
'I'll have no finger in anything of the kind; and as for your
imputations, I'll make you regret them, Mr Burton.'
'You will, will you? Take care, Cox; I'm in a nasty mood. If you won't
take a hand in this game, we'll play it in spite of you. We'll count
you out. Not a farthing shall you have of my money, and I defy you to
put the law into execution against me. You know you daren't--now. The
moment you move, I'll give the police the office to keep an eye on
Thomas Cox. You've more to lose than we have.'
'You--you brutes! Don't try to bully me.'
'Bully? I don't bully, Cox. Here, I'll open that door, and you shall
go through it at once, if you please. Only I'll go with you, and at
the foot of the stairs I'll denounce you for murder. If the game is
lost, as it will be if you won't play it out, I don't care if I do
hang, so long as you hang with me.'
'What--what the devil do you mean by keeping on dropping hints
about--about murder?'
'You shall know, if you like, when you reach the foot of the stairs.
Take my earnest and well-meant advice, keep in with us, and take my
word for it that each moment you waste brings the shadow of the
gallows just a little nearer. I'll give you all the explanations you
want afterwards, if there ever is an afterwards.'
Mr Cox hesitated. He glanced from one of his companions to the other.
What he saw on their faces seemed to have on him an odd effect. He
went with the Flyman into Miss Bewicke's bedroom, looking as if he had
all at once grown older. Mr Burton followed them with his eyes, the
peculiar expression of his countenance seeming to endow his
stereotyped smile with an unusual prominence. He looked, as he had
said of himself, in a nasty mood.
'Leave the door open, Flyman. I also am interested in the proceedings,
and should like to be instantly informed when you do light upon my
uncle's precious jewel.'
He watched for a moment or two the Flyman pulling open such drawers as
were unlocked and turning over their contents.
'Don't trouble yourself to look at the frills and laces. Women don't
keep jewels among their underwear. Turn your attention to the
dressing-table, man.'
The Flyman resented the comment on his mode of procedure.
'You never know where a woman does keep her things, especially the
thing you're after, as you'd know if you'd as much experience as I
have.'
Mr Burton, laughing, lit a cigarette.
'All right, man of many felonies. You're quite justified in resenting
the criticism of the amateur. I was only telling you what was my own
idea. Only do be quick and illustrate the handiness of which you
bragged.'
He strolled towards the door which was on the opposite side of the
room, the one through which the ladies had vanished. He softly tried
the handle; it still was locked. Taking the cigarette from between his
lips, he inclined his ear towards the panel and listened.
'They're quiet. I suppose they're in her room. I wonder what they're
doing? Problem for the papers which give prizes for puzzles. Under the
circumstances, what might they be expected to be doing? Odds on that
they're doing something else. One might easily see. It wouldn't take
long to cut a piece out of this panel, or, for the matter of that, to
take the lock itself clean off. But would it be worth one's while?
They've seen enough. Ye whales and little fishes, they've seen too
much! Better carry the thing to a conclusion without unnecessary
witnesses. If they're content, we are. What's up now?'
The question was prompted by an exclamation which came from Miss
Bewicke's bedroom. Mr Cox appeared at the entrance.
'Burton, you said that all we wanted was the ruby; that the rest of
her things should go untouched.'
'Well?'
'The Flyman's pocketing her jewels.'
Mr Burton crossed the floor.
'That won't do, Flyman. We're here on an expedition of right. We're
not thieves.'
'You said yourself we might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.'
'I did; and you are aware that that is not the kind of sheep I meant.
On this occasion I really must ask you to be honest.'
'But I never saw such shiners. Who could resist them, guv'nor? She's
got enough to stock a shop. Why, if we take 'em away with us, we
sha'n't be far out, even if we don't get that blessed ruby.'
'It's the ruby or nothing; also, and nothing. Put those things back.'
'I've only nobbled one or two. I've got to look after myself.'
'I, too, have to look after you. You know what was agreed; keep to the
terms of the agreement, or, though you "nobble" every "shiner" the
lady owns, you'll be a loser. Put those things back.'
There was something about Mr Burton just then which compelled respect,
of a kind, which fact the Flyman recognised. His face darkened and, in
audible tones, he grumbled. But he produced the trinkets, as
requested, and replaced them, one by one, on their velvet beds.
'Is that all?'
'Every blooming one.'
'Cox, is that all?'
'Yes, I believe it is.' He glanced at the open jewel-case. 'No,
there's a ring still missing.'
The Flyman cursed.
'Can't a bloke have one?'
'Not unless he wishes to pay for it more than it's worth. Come, man,
look pleasant.'
The Flyman did not 'look pleasant;' but he restored the ring. Mr
Burton expressed approval.
'That's better. Now, show yourself as keen in the right direction.
Give us a proof of the "handiness" you talked about, and find that
ruby. It'll be worth to you more than all those other things.'
On this point the Flyman, from his manner, seemed to have his doubts;
but he continued his researches. Mr Cox observed that they were
strictly confined to what Mr Burton had called the 'right direction.'
Mr Burton, returning to the locked door, pursued his meditations as he
listened at the panel.
'It's odd that they're so quiet, and suggests mischief. In such a
case, surely women are not quiet. Unless--unless what? That's what I
should like to know.'
'Burton, is this the ruby?'
The words came sharply from Mr Cox, with a sudden interposition from
the Flyman.
'You give me that! Don't you lay your fingers on the thing!'
'I'm only looking at it.'
'You give it me, I say.'
'Burton!'
The cry was almost an appeal for help. Mr Burton arrived to find
something very like a tussle taking place. The Flyman was endeavouring
to obtain possession of something which Mr Cox was holding, and which
that gentleman was doing his best to keep.
'I found it!' he cried. 'Hand it over!'
'Burton! Quick! Catch!'
Mr Cox tossed something through the air which Mr Burton caught. He had
just time to see that it was a ring, set with a gleaming red stone,
when the Flyman was upon him with an emphatic repetition of the demand
he had made on Mr Cox.
'You hand it over before I down you.'
Mr Cox explained.
'I found it; he didn't. I opened the box, and it was the first thing I
saw. It had nothing to do with him.'
The Flyman paid no attention to the statement. He merely reiterated
his request.
'Now, Mr Burton, I don't want no patter. You fork up before there's
trouble.'
The young gentleman, holding his hand behind his back, was smiling in
the other's face.
'Gently, Flyman. Let's know exactly where we are before we come to
business.' The Flyman flung himself upon him without another word. Mr
Burton never for a moment seemed to lose his self-possession. 'You
ass! what do you suppose you're going to gain by this?'
While they struggled, the bedroom door was suddenly slammed to. There
was a clicking sound. The continuation of the argument was instantly
deferred. Mr Burton hurried to the door.
'They've caught us napping; it's locked. Well, Flyman, I hope you're
satisfied. Owing to your "handiness," of which we have heard so much,
in our turn we are trapped.'