derisive laugh, meant for me and the mater. "To think we could be taken
in by such a tale as that!" he cried: "we should never see tramp, or
half-crown, or perhaps the earring again."
The Squire came home in the midst of the stir. He blustered a little,
partly at the loss, chiefly at the encouragement of tramps, calling it
astounding folly. Ordering Thomas to bring a lantern, he went stooping
his old back down the path, and across to Coney's and back again; not
believing any one had searched properly, and finally kicking the snow
about.
"It's a pity this here snow's on the ground, sir," cried Thomas. "A
little thing like an earring might easily slip into it in falling."
"Not a bit of it," growled the Squire. "That tramp has got the
earring."
"I don't believe the tramp has," I stoutly said. "I don't think she was
a tramp at all: and she seemed honest. I liked her face."
"There goes Johnny with his 'faces' again!" said the Squire, in laughing
mockery: and Tod echoed it.
"It's a good thing you don't have to buy folks by their faces, Johnny:
you'd get finely sold sometimes."
"And she had a true voice," I persisted, not choosing to be put down,
also thinking it right to assert what was my conviction. "A voice you
might trust without as much as looking at herself."
Well, the earring was not to be found; though the search continued more
or less till bed-time, for every other minute somebody would be looking
again on the carpets.
"It is not so much for the value I regret it," spoke Mrs. Todhetley, the
tears rising in her meek eyes: "as for the old associations connected
with it. I never had the earrings out but they brought back to me the
remembrance of my girlhood's home."
Early in the morning I ran down to the school-house. More snow had
fallen in the night. The children were flocking in. Miss Timmens had not
noticed the earrings at all, but several of the girls said they had.
Strange to say, though, most of them could not say for certain whether
they saw _both_ the earrings: they thought they did; but there it ended.
Just like old Coney!
"I am sure both of them were there," spoke up a nice, clean little girl,
from a back form.
"What's that, Fanny Fairfax?" cried Miss Timmens, in her quick way.
"Stand up. How are you sure of it?"
"Please governess, I saw them both," was the answer; and the child
blushed like a peony as she stood up above the others and said it.
"Are you sure you did?"
"Yes, I'm quite sure, please, governess. I was looking which o' the two
shined the most. 'Twas when the lady was stooping over the shirt, and
the sun came in at the window."
"What did they look like?" asked Miss Timmens.
"They looked----" and there the young speaker came to a standstill.
"Come, Fanny Fairfax!" cried Miss Timmens, sharply. "What d'you stop
for? I ask you what the earrings looked like. You must be able to tell
if you saw them."
"They were red, please, governess, and had shining things round them
like the ice when it glitters."
"She's right, Master Johnny," nodded Miss Timmens to me: "and she's a
very correct child in general. I think she must have seen both of them."
I ran home with the news. They were at breakfast still.
"What a set of muffs the children must be, not to have taken better
notice!" cried Tod. "Why, when I saw only the one earring in, it struck
my eye at once."
"And for that reason it is almost sure that both of them were in at the
school-house," I rejoined. "The children did not particularly observe
the two, but they would have remarked it directly had only one been in.
Old Coney said the same."
"Ay: it's that tramp that has got it," said the Squire. "While your
mother was talking to her, it must have slipped out of the ear, and she
managed to secure it. Those tramps lay their hands on anything; nothing
comes amiss to them; they are as bad as gipsies. I dare say this was a
gipsy--dark as she was. I'll be off to Worcester and see the police:
we'll soon have _her_ found. You had better come with me, Johnny; you'll
be able to describe her."
We went off without delay, caught a passing train, and were soon at
Worcester and at the police-station. The Squire asked for Sergeant
Cripp: who came to him, and prepared to listen to his tale.
He began it in his impulsive way; saying outright that the earring had
been stolen by a gipsy-tramp. I tried to say that it might have been
only lost, but the pater scoffed at that, and told me to hold my tongue.
"And now, Cripp, what's to be done?" he demanded, not having given the
sergeant an opportunity to put in a word edgeways. "We must get the
earring back; it is of value, and much prized, apart from that, by Mrs.
Todhetley. The woman must be found, you know."
"Yes, she must be found," agreed the sergeant. "Can you give me a
description of her?"
"Johnny--this young gentleman can," said the Squire, rubbing his brow
with his yellow silk handkerchief, for he had put himself into a heat,
in spite of the frosty atmosphere that surrounded us. "He was with Mrs.
Todhetley when she talked to the woman."
"A thin woman of middle height, stooped a good deal, face pale and
quiet, wrinkles on it, brown eyes," wrote the sergeant, taking down what
I said. "Black poke bonnet, clean cap border, old red woollen shawl with
the fringe torn off in places. Can't remember gown: except that it was
dark and shabby."
"And, of course, sir, you've no clue to her name?" cried the sergeant,
looking at me.
"Yes: she said it was Nutten--as I understood it; but Mrs. Todhetley
thought she said Nutt." And I went on to relate the tale the woman told.
Sergeant Cripp's lips extended themselves in a silent smile.
"It was well got up, that tale," said he, when I finished. "Just the
thing to win over a warm-hearted lady."
"But she could not have halted at the gate, expecting to steal the
earring?"
"Of course not. She was prowling about to see what she could steal,
perhaps watching her opportunity to get into the house. The earring fell
in her way, a more valuable prize than she expected, and she made off
with it."
"You'll be able to hunt her up if she's in Worcester, Cripp," put in the
pater. "Don't lose time."
"_If_ she's in Worcester," returned Mr. Cripp, with emphasis. "She's
about as likely to be in Worcester, Squire Todhetley, as I am to be at
this present minute in Brummagem," he familiarly added. "After saying
she was coming to Worcester, she'd strike off in the most opposite
direction to it."
"Where on earth are we to look for her, then?" asked the pater, in
commotion.
"Leave it to us, Squire. We'll try and track her. And--I hope--get back
the earring."
"And about the advertisement for the newspapers, Cripp? We ought to put
one in."
Sergeant Cripp twirled the pen in his fingers while he reflected. "I
think, sir, we will let the advertisement alone for a day or two," he
presently said. "Sometimes these advertisements do more harm than good:
they put thieves on their guard."
"Do they? Well, I suppose they do."
"If the earring had been simply lost, then I should send an
advertisement to the papers at once. But if it has been stolen by this
tramp, and you appear to consider that point pretty conclusive----"
"Oh, quite conclusive," interrupted the pater. "She has that earring as
sure as this is an umbrella in Johnny Ludlow's hand. Had it been dropped
anywhere on the ground, we must have found it."
"Then we won't advertise it. At least not in to-morrow's papers,"
concluded Sergeant Cripp. And telling us to leave the matter entirely in
his hands, he showed us out.
The Squire went up the street with his hands in his pockets, looking
rather glum.
"I'm not sure that he's right about the advertisement, Johnny," he said
at length. "I lay awake last night in bed, making up the wording of it
in my own mind. Perhaps he knows best, though."
"I suppose he does, sir."
And he went on again, up one street, and down another, deep in thought.
"Let's see--we have nothing to do here to-day, have we, Johnny?"
"Except to get the pills made up. The mother said we were to be sure and
not forget them."
"Oh, ay. And that's all the way down in Sidbury! Couldn't we as well get
them made up by a druggist nearer?"
"But it is the Sidbury druggist who holds the prescription."
"What a bother! Well, lad, let us put our best leg foremost, for I want
to catch the one-o'clock train, if I can."
Barely had we reached Sidbury, when who should come swinging along the
pavement but old Coney, in a rough white great-coat and top-boots. Not
being market-day, we were surprised to see him.
"I had to come in about some oats," he explained. And then the Squire
told him of our visit to the place, and the sergeant's opinion about the
advertisement.
"Cripp's wrong," said Coney, decisively. "Not advertise the
earring!--why, it is the first step that ought to be taken."
"Well, so I thought," said the pater.
"The thing's not obliged to have been stolen, Squire; it may have been
dropped out of the ear in the road, and picked up by some one. The
offering of a reward might bring it back again."
"And I'll be shot if I don't do it," exclaimed the pater. "I can see as
far through a millstone as Cripp can."
Turning into the Hare and Hounds, which was old Coney's inn, they sat
down at a table, called for pen and ink, and began to draw out an
advertisement between them. "Lost! An earring of great value, pink topaz
and diamonds," wrote the Squire on a leaf of his pocket-book; and when
he had got as far as that he looked up.
"Johnny, you go over to Eaton's for a sheet or two of writing-paper.
We'll have it in all three of the newspapers. And look here, lad--you
can run for the pills at the same time. Take care of the street slides.
I nearly came down on one just now, you know."
When I got back with the paper and pills, the advertisement was
finished. It concluded with an offer of £5 reward. Applications to be
made to Mr. Sergeant Cripp, or to Squire Todhetley of Crabb Cot. And,
leaving it at the offices of the _Herald_, _Journal_, and _Chronicle_,
we returned home. It would appear on the next day, Saturday; to the
edification, no doubt, of Sergeant Cripp.
"Any news of the earring?" was the Squire's first question when we got
in.
No, there was no news of it, Mrs. Todhetley answered. And she had sent
Luke Macintosh over to the little hamlet, Islip; who reported when he
came back that there was no Mrs. Nutt, or Nutten, known there.
"Just what I expected," observed the pater. "That woman was a thieving
tramp, and she has the earring."
* * * * *
Saturday passed over, and Sunday came. When the Worcester paper arrived
on Saturday morning the advertisement was in it as large as life, and
the pater read it out to us. Friday and Saturday had been very dull,
with storms of snow; on Sunday the sun shone again, and the air was
crisp.
It was about three o'clock, and we were sitting at the dessert-table
cracking filberts, for on Sundays we always dined early, after morning
service--when Thomas came in and said a stranger had called, and was
asking if he could see Mrs. Todhetley. But the mater, putting a shawl
over her head and cap, had just stepped over to sit a bit with sick Mrs.
Coney.
"Who is it, Thomas?" asked the Squire. "A stranger! Tell him to send his
name in."
"His name's Eccles, sir," said Thomas, coming back again. "He comes, he
says, from Sergeant Cripp."
"My goodness!--it must be about the earring," cried the Squire.
"That it is, sir," said old Thomas. "The first word he put to me was an
inquiry whether you had heard news of it."
I followed the pater into the study. Tod did not leave his filberts.
Standing by the fire was a tall, well-dressed man, with a black
moustache and blue silk necktie. I think the Squire was a little taken
aback at the fashionable appearance of the visitor. He had expected to
see an ordinary policeman.
"Have you brought tidings of Mrs. Todhetley's earring?" began the pater,
all in a flutter of eagerness.
"I beg a thousand pardons for intruding upon you on a Sunday," returned
the stranger, cool and calm as a cucumber, "but the loss of an hour is
sometimes most critical in these cases. I have the honour, I believe, of
speaking to Squire Todhetley?"
The Squire nodded. "Am I mistaken in supposing that you come about the
earring?" he reiterated. "I understood my servant to mention Sergeant
Cripp. But--you do not, I presume, belong to the police force?"
"Only as a detective officer," was the answer, given with a taking
smile. "A _private_ officer," he added, putting a stress upon the word.
"My name is Eccles."
"Take a seat, Mr. Eccles," said the Squire, sitting down himself, while
I stood back by the window. "I do hope you have brought tidings of the
earring."
"Yes--and no," replied Mr. Eccles, with another fascinating smile, as he
unbuttoned his top-coat. "We think we have traced it; but we cannot yet
be sure."
"And where is it?--who has it?" cried the Squire, eagerly.
"It is a very delicate matter, and requires delicate handling," observed
the detective, after a slight pause. "For that reason I have come over
to-day myself. Cripp did not choose to entrust it to one of his men."
"I am sure I am much obliged to him, and to you too," said the Squire,
his face beaming. "Where is the earring?"
"Before I answer that question, will you be so kind as to relate to me,
in a few concise words, the precise circumstances under which the
earring was lost?"
The pater entered on the story, and I helped him. Mr. Eccles listened
attentively.
"Exactly so," said he, when it was over. "Those are the facts Cripp gave
me; but it was only second-hand, you see, and I preferred to hear them
direct from yourselves. They serve to confirm our suspicion."
"But where is the earring?" repeated the pater.
"If it is where we believe it to be, it is in a gentleman's house at
Worcester. At least he may be called a gentleman. He is a professional
man: a lawyer, in fact. But I may not give names in the present stage of
the affair."
"And how did the earring get into his house?" pursued the Squire, all
aglow with interest.
"News reached us last evening," began Mr. Eccles, after searching in
his pockets for something that he apparently could not find: perhaps a
note-case--"reached us in a very singular way, too--that this gentleman
had been making a small purchase of jewellery in the course of
yesterday; had been making it in private, and did not wish it talked of.
A travelling pedlar--that was the description we received--had come in
contact with him and offered him an article for sale, which he, after
some haggling, purchased. By dint of questioning, we discovered this
article to be an earring: one earring, not a pair. Naturally Mr. Cripp's
suspicion was at once aroused: he thought it might be the very self-same
earring that you have lost. We consulted together, and the result is, I
decided to come over and see you."
"I'd lay all I've got it is the earring!" exclaimed the Squire, in
excitement. "The travelling pedlar that sold it must have been that
woman tramp."
"Well, no," returned the detective, quietly. "It was a man. Her husband,
perhaps; or some confederate of hers."
"No doubt of that! And how can we get back the earring?"
"We shall get it, sir, never fear; if it be the earring you have lost.
But, as I have just observed, it is a matter that will require extreme
delicacy and caution in the handling. First of all, we must assure
ourselves beyond doubt that the earring _is_ the one in question. To
take any steps upon an uncertainty would not do: this gentleman might
turn round upon us unpleasantly."
"Well, let him," cried the Squire.
The visitor smiled his candid smile again, and shook his head. "For
instance, if, after taking means to obtain possession of the earring,
we found it to be coral set with pearls, or opal set with emeralds,
instead of a pink topaz with diamonds, we should not only look foolish
ourselves, but draw down upon us the wrath of the present possessor."
"Is he a respectable man?" asked the pater. "I know most of the
lawyers----"
"He stands high enough in the estimation of the town, but I have known
him do some very dirty actions in his profession," interrupted Mr.
Eccles, speaking rapidly. "With a man like him to deal with, we must
necessarily be wary."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"The first step, Squire Todhetley, is to make ourselves sure that the
earring is the one we are in quest of. With this view, I am here to
request Mrs. Todhetley to allow me to see the fellow-earring. Cripp has
organized a plan by which he believes we can get to see the one I have
been telling you of; but it will be of no use our seeing it unless we
can identify it."
"Of course not. By all means. Johnny, go over and ask your mother to
come in," added the Squire, eagerly. "I'm sure I don't know where she
keeps her things, and might look in her places for ever without finding
it. Meanwhile, Mr. Eccles, can I offer you some refreshment? We have
just dined off a beautiful sirloin of beef: it's partly cold now, but
perhaps you won't mind that."
Mr. Eccles said he would take a little, as the Squire was so good as to
offer it, for he had come off by the first train after morning service,
and so lost his dinner. Taking my hat, I dashed open the dining-room
door in passing. Tod was at the nuts still, Hugh and Lena on either side
of him.
"I say, Tod, do you want to see a real live detective? There's one in
the study."
Who should be seated in the Coneys' drawing-room, her bonnet and shawl
on, and her veil nearly hiding her sad face, but Lucy Bird--Lucy Ashton
that used to be. It always gave me a turn when I saw her: bringing up
all kinds of ugly sorrows and troubles. I shook hands, and asked after
Captain Bird.
She believed he was very well, she said, but she had been spending the
time since yesterday at Timberdale Court with Robert and Jane. To-day
she had been dining with the Coneys--who were always kind to her, she
added, with a sigh--and she was now about to go off to the station to
take the train for Worcester.
The mater was in Mrs. Coney's bedroom with old Coney and Cole the
doctor, who was paying his daily visit. One might have thought they were
settling all the cases of rheumatism in the parish by the time they took
over it. While I waited, I told Mrs. Bird about the earring and the
present visit of Detective Eccles. Mrs. Todhetley came down in the midst
of it; and lifted her hands at the prospect of facing a detective.
"Dear me! Is he anything dreadful to look at, Johnny? Very rough? Has he
any handcuffs?"
It made me laugh. "He is a regular good-looking fellow--quite a
gentleman. Tall and slender, and well-dressed: gold studs and a blue
necktie. He has a ring on his finger and wears a black moustache."
Mrs. Bird suddenly lifted her head, and stared at me: perhaps the
description surprised her. The mater seemed inclined to question my
words; but she said nothing, and came away after bidding good-bye to
Lucy.
"Keep up your heart, my dear," she whispered. "Things may grow brighter
for you some time."
When I got back, Mr. Eccles had nearly finished the sirloin, some
cheese, and a large tankard of ale. The Squire sat by, hospitably
pressing him to take more, whenever his knife and fork gave signs of
flagging. Tod stood looking on, his back against the mantelpiece. Mrs.
Todhetley soon appeared with a little cardboard box, where the solitary
earring was lying on a bed of wool.
Rising from the table, the detective carried the box to the window, and
stood there examining the earring; first in the box, then out of it. He
turned it about in his hand, and looked at it on all sides; it took him
a good three minutes.
"Madam," said he, breaking the silence, "will you entrust this earring
to us for a day or two? It will be under Sergeant Cripp's charge, and
perfectly safe."
"Of course, of course," interposed the Squire, before any one could
speak. "You are welcome to take it."
"You see, it is possible--indeed, most probable--that only one of us may
be able to obtain sight of the other earring. Should it be Cripp, my
having seen this one will be nearly useless to him. It is essential that
he should see it also: and it will not do to waste time."
"Pray take charge of it, sir," said Mrs. Todhetley, mentally recalling
what I had said of his errand to her and Lucy Bird. "I know it will be
safe in your hands and Sergeant Cripp's. I am only too glad that there
is a probability of the other one being found."
"And look here," added the Squire to Eccles, while the latter carefully
wrapped the box in paper, and put it into his inner breast-pocket,
"don't you and Cripp let that confounded gipsy escape. Have her up and
punish her."
"Trust us for that," was the detective's answer, given with an emphatic
nod. "_She is already as good as taken_, and her confederate also.
There's not a doubt--I avow it to you--that the other earring is yours.
We only wait to verify it."
And, with that, he buttoned his coat, and bowed himself out, the Squire
himself attending him to the door.
"He is as much like a detective as I'm like a Dutchman," commented Tod.
"At least, according to what have been all my previous notions of one.
Live and learn."
"He seems quite a polished man, has quite the manners of society," added
the mater. "I do hope he will get back my poor earring."
"Mother, is Lucy Bird in more trouble than usual?" I asked.
"She is no doubt in deep distress of some kind, Johnny. But she is never
out of it. I wish Robert Ashton could induce her to leave that most
worthless husband of hers!"
The Squire, after watching off the visitor, came in, rubbing his hands
and looking as delighted as old Punch. He assumed that the earring was
as good as restored, and was immensely taken with Mr. Eccles.
"A most intelligent, superior man," cried he. "I suppose he is what is
called a gentleman-detective: he told me he had been to college. I'm
sure it seems quite a condescension in him to work with Cripp and the
rest."
And the whole of tea-time and all the way to church, the praises were
being rung of Mr. Eccles. I'm not sure but that he was more to us that
night than the sermon.
"I confess I feel mortified about that woman, though," confessed Mrs.
Todhetley. "You heard him say that she was as good as taken: they must
have traced the earring to her. I did think she was one to be trusted.
How one may be deceived in people!"
"I'd have trusted her with a twenty-pound note, mother."
"Hark at Johnny!" cried Tod. "This will be a lesson for you, lad."
* * * * *
Monday morning. The Squire and Tod had gone over to South Crabb. Mrs.
Todhetley sat at the window, adding up some bills, her nose red with the
cold: and I was boxing Hugh's ears, for he was in one of his frightfully
troublesome moods, when Molly came stealing in at the door, as covertly
as if she had been committing murder.
"Ma'am! ma'am!--there's that tramp in the yard!"
"What?" cried the mater, turning round.
"I vow it's her; I know the old red shawl again," pursued Molly, with as
much importance as though she had caught half the thieves in
Christendom. "She turned into the yard as bold as brass; so I just
slipped the bolt o' the door against her, and come away. You'll have her
took up on the instant, ma'am, won't you?"
"But if she has come back, I don't think she can be guilty," cried Mrs.
Todhetley, after a bewildered pause. "We had better see what she wants.
What do you say, Johnny?"
"Why, of course we had. I'll go to her, as Molly's afraid."
Rushing out of hearing of Molly's vindictive answer, I went round
through the snow to the yard, and found the woman meekly tapping at the
kitchen-door--the old red shawl, and the black bonnet, and the white
muslin cap border, all the same as before. Before I got quite up, the
kitchen-door was cautiously drawn open, and Mrs. Todhetley looked out.
The poor old woman dropped a curtsy and held out half-a-crown on the
palm of her withered hand.
"I've made bold to call at the door to leave it, lady. And I can never
thank you enough, ma'am," she added, the tears rising to her eyes; "my
tongue would fail if I tried it. 'Tis not many as would have trusted a
stranger; and, that, a poor body like me. I got over to Worcester quick
and comfortable, ma'am, thanks to you, and found my daughter better nor
I had hoped for."
The same feeling of reliance, of trust, arose within me as I saw her
face and heard her voice and words. If this woman was what they had been
fancying her, I'd never eat tarts again.
"Come in," said Mrs. Todhetley; and Molly, looking daggers as she heard
it, approached her mistress with a whisper.