When we were taking coffee in the drawing-room that night after
dinner, I told Arthur and Mary my experience, and of the precious
treasure which we had under our roof, suppressing only the name of my
client. Lucy Parr, who had brought in the coffee, had, I am sure, left
the room; but I cannot swear that the door was closed. Mary and Arthur
were much interested and wished to see the famous coronet, but I
thought it better not to disturb it.
Where have you put it? asked Arthur.
In my own bureau.
Well, I hope to goodness the house won t be burgled during the
night. said he.
It is locked up, I answered.
Oh, any old key will fit that bureau. When I was a youngster I have
opened it myself with the key of the box-room cupboard.
He often had a wild way of talking, so that I thought little of what
he said. He followed me to my room, however, that night with a very
grave face.
Look here, dad, said he with his eyes cast down, can you let me
have 200?
No, I cannot! I answered sharply. I have been far too generous with
you in money matters.
You have been very kind, said he, but I must have this money, or
else I can never show my face inside the club again.
And a very good thing, too! I cried.
Yes, but you would not have me leave it a dishonoured man, said he.
I could not bear the disgrace. I must raise the money in some way, and
if you will not let me have it, then I must try other means.
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