The Complete Works of Arthur Morrison (Illustrated). Arthur Morrison

and then Samuel got out and shut the door quickly again. I took the precaution of turning my back and letting him overtake and pass me on his way back through Duke Street. At the end of the street he mounted an omnibus going east, and I took another seat in the same vehicle. The rest was uninteresting. He went direct to No. 150 Hatton Garden, and there remained. I read his name on the door-post among a score of others, and after a twenty-minutes’ wait I returned to my rooms. I had no doubt that it was the meeting in the brougham that Hewitt wished reported, and I remembered his rule was never to watch a man a moment after the main object was secured.

      Hewitt was out, and he did not return till after dusk. Then he came straightway to my rooms.

      “Well, Brett,” he said, “what’s the report? As a matter of fact, Samuel is my client, as I shall explain presently. I don’t like spying on a client, as a rule, but I was convinced that he was keeping something back from me, and there was something odd about his whole story. But what did you see?”

      I told Hewitt the tale of my pursuit as I have told it here. “I came away,” I concluded, “after it seemed that he was settled in his office for a bit. But there is another thing you should know. When he first came out with you I recognised him at once as a man I had seen at that same door a little after two o’clock—say a quarter past.”

      “Yes?” answered Hewitt. “I saw him there myself a little sooner—something like two, I should say. What was he doing?”

      “Well,” I replied, “he was doing pretty well what he did in Manchester Square. For as a matter of fact the brougham also was here then—just outside the next-door office. I think I might swear to that same brougham—though of course I didn’t notice it so particularly that first time.”

      Hewitt whistled. “Oh!” he said. “Tell me about this. Did he get into the brougham this time?”

      “Yes. He came out of the office door with a black leather case in his hand and a very scared look on his face. And he popped into the brougham, leather case, scared look and all.”

      “Ho—ho!” said Hewitt, thoughtfully, and whistled again. “A black leather case, eh! Come, come, the plot thickens. And what happened? Did the carriage go off?”

      “No; I saw nothing more—shouldn’t have noticed so much, in fact, if the whole thing hadn’t looked a trifle curious. Nervous, pallid Jew with a black case—as though he thought it was dynamite and might go off at any moment—closed brougham, blinds drawn, Jew skipped in and banged the door, but brougham didn’t move; and I fancied—perhaps only fancied—that I saw a woman’s black veil inside. But then I turned in here and saw no more.”

      Hewitt sat thoughtfully silent for a few moments. Then he rose and said, “Come next door, and I’ll tell you how we stand. The housekeeper will let us in, and we’ll see if you can identify that black case anywhere.”

      It seemed that Hewitt had by this established a good understanding with the housekeeper next door. “Nobody’s been, sir,” the man said, as he admitted us and closed the heavy doors. “Office boy not come back, nor nothing.”

      We went up to Denson’s office on the third floor, the door of which the housekeeper opened; and having turned on the electric light, he left us.

      “Now, is that anything like the case?” Hewitt asked, when the housekeeper was gone; and he lifted from under the table the very black case I had seen Samuel take into the brougham.

      I said that I felt as sure of the case as of the brougham. And then Hewitt told me the whole tale of Samuel and his loss of fifteen thousand pounds’ worth of diamonds, just as it appears earlier in this narrative.

      “Now, see here,” said Hewitt, when he had made me acquainted with his client’s tale, “there is something odd about all this. See this post-card which Samuel gave me. It is from Denson, and it makes this morning’s appointment. See! ‘Be down below at eleven sharp’ is the message. He came and he waited just two hours and a quarter, as he tells me, being certain to the time within five minutes. That brings, us to a quarter-past one—the time when he finds he is robbed; and he came downstairs in a very agitated state at a quarter-past one, as I have since ascertained. At two I pass and see him still dancing distractedly on the front steps—certainly very much like a man who has had a serious misfortune, or expects one. At a quarter-past two—that was about it, I think?” (I nodded) “At a quarter-past two you see him, still agitated, diving into the brougham with this black case in his hand; and a little afterward—after all this, mind—he tells me this story of a robbery of diamonds from that very case, and assures me that he sent for me the moment he discovered the loss—that is to say, at a quarter-past one, a positive lie—and has told nobody else. He further assures me that he has told me everything that has happened up to the moment he meets me. Then he goes away—to his office, as he tells me. But you find him posting to Manchester Square in a cab, and there once more plunging into that same mysterious closed brougham. Now why should he do that? He has seen the person in that brougham, presumably, an hour before, and there can be nothing more to communicate, except the result of his interview with me—a thing I warned him to keep to himself. It’s odd, isn’t it?”

      “It is. What can be his motive?”

      “I want to know his motive. I object to working for a client who deceives me—indeed, it’s unsafe. I may be making myself an accomplice in some criminal scheme. You observe that he never called for the police—a natural impulse in a robbed man. Indeed, he expressly vetoes all communication with the police.”

      “Of course he gave reasons.”

      “But the reasons are not good enough. I can’t stop a man leaving this country anywhere round the coast except by going to the police.”

      “Can it be,” I suggested, “that Samuel and Denson are working in collusion, and have perhaps insured the stones, and now want your help to make out a case of loss?”

      “Scarcely that, I think, for more than one reason. First, it isn’t a risk any insurer would take, in the circumstances. Next, the insurer would certainly want to know why the police were not informed at once. But there is more. I have not been idle this while, as you would know. I will tell you some of the things I have ascertained. To begin with, Samuel is known in Hatton Garden only as a dealer on a very small and peddling scale. A dabbler in commissions, in fact, rather than a buyer and seller of diamonds in quantities on his own account. His office is nothing but a desk in a small room he shares with two others—small dealers like himself. When I spoke to the people most likely to know, of his offering fifteen thousand pounds’ worth of diamonds on his own account, they laughed. An investment of two or three hundred pounds in stones was about his limit, they said. Now that fact offers fresh suggestions, doesn’t it?” Hewitt looked at me significantly.

      “You mean,” I said after a little consideration, “that Samuel may have been entrusted with the diamonds to sell by the real owner, and has made all these arrangements with Denson to get the gems for themselves and represent them as stolen?”

      Hewitt nodded thoughtfully. “There’s that possibility,” he said. “Though even in that case the owner would certainly want to know why the police had not been told, and I don’t know what satisfactory answer Samuel could make. And more, I find that no such robbery has been reported to any of the principal dealers in Hatton Garden to-day; and, so far as I can ascertain, none of them has entrusted Samuel with anything like so large a quantity of diamonds as he talks of—lately, at any rate.”

      “Isn’t it possible that the diamonds are purely imaginary?” I suggested. “Mightn’t there be some trick played on that basis? Perhaps a trick on the American customer—if there was one.”

      Hewitt was thoughtful. “There are many possibilities,” he said, “which I must consider. The diamonds may even be stolen property to begin with; that would account for a great deal, though perhaps not all. But the whole thing is so oddly suspicious, that unless my client is willing to let me a great deal further into his confidence to-morrow morning I shall throw up the case.”

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