“Well,” he continued, thoughtfully selecting one, “they are meeting in
Moorgate Street to-morrow morning to complete the deal and formally
take over the stone. Sir Michael Cayley, the Lord Mayor, will be
present, and he’s received a letter, which has been passed on to me.”
He fumbled for his pocket-case. Grimsby is a man who will go far. He
is the youngest detective-inspector in the service, and he has that
priceless gift--the art of using other people for the furtherance of
his own ends. I do not intend this criticism unkindly. Grimsby does
nothing dishonourable and seeks to rob no man of the credit that may
be due. There is nothing underhand about Grimsby, but he is
exceedingly diplomatic. He imparts official secrets to me with an
ingenuousness entirely disarming--but always for reasons of his own.
“Here you are,” he said, and passed a letter to me.
It read as follows:
“_To the Right Hon. the Lord Mayor of London._
“My Lord:
“Beware that the Blue Rajah is not stolen on Wednesday the 13th inst.
Do not lose sight of it for one moment.
“Your Lordship’s obedient servant,
“Moris Klaw.”
“You see,” continued Grimsby, “Wednesday the thirteenth is to-morrow,
when the thing is being brought to Moorgate Street. Naturally, Sir
Michael communicated with the Yard, and as I’m in the know about Moris
Klaw, I got the job of looking into the matter. I was at the Mansion
House this morning.”
“I suppose Sir Michael regards this note with suspicion?”
“Well, he’s not silly enough to suppose that anybody who thought of
stealing the diamond would drop him a line advising him of the matter!
But he’d never heard of Moris Klaw until I explained about him. When I
told him that Klaw had a theory about the Cycle of Crime, and his
letter probably meant that, according to said theory, on Wednesday the
thirteenth the Blue Rajah was due to be lifted, so to speak, he
laughed. You’ll have noticed that people mostly laugh at first about
Moris Klaw?”
“Certainly. You did, yourself!”
“I know it--and I’m suffering for it! Klaw won’t lift his little
finger when I ask him; and as for his daughter, she giggles as though
she was looking at a comedian when she looks at _me!_ She thinks I’m
properly funny!”
“You’ve been to Wapping, then?”
“Yes, this afternoon. The Lord Mayor wanted a lot of convincing that
Moris Klaw was on the straight after I’d told him that the old
gentleman was a dealer in curios in the East End. Finally, he
suggested that I should find out what the warning meant exactly. But I
couldn’t get to see Klaw; his daughter said he was out.”
“I suppose every precaution will be taken?”
“To-morrow morning we have arranged that I and two other C.I.D. men
are to accompany the party to the safe deposit vaults to fetch the
diamond and we shall guard it on the way back afterward.”
“Who’s going to fetch it?”
“Sir John Carron, representing the India Office, Mr. Mark
Anderson--the expert--representing the city, and Mr. Gautami Chinje,
representing the Gaekwar of Nizam. I was wondering”--he surveyed the
burning end of his cigarette--“if you had time to run down to Wapping
yourself and find out from what direction we ought to look for
trouble?”
“Sorry, Grimsby,” I replied; “I would do it with pleasure, but my
evening is fully taken up. Personally, it appears to me that Moris
Klaw’s warning was a timely one. You seem to be watching the stone
pretty closely.”
“Like a cat watches a mouse!” he rapped. “If any one steals the Blue
Rajah to-morrow, he’ll be a clever fellow.”