The very wantonness of the act, however, had the excellent effect of breaking the spell of melancholy under which we were labouring.
In a moment all was confusion.
Jill burst into shrieks of laughter; Jonah, who had been immersed in The Times, cursed his cousin for the shock to his nerves; in a shaking voice Daphne assured the butler, whom the crash had brought running, that it was “All right, Falcon; Major Pleydell thought the window was open”; and the delinquent himself was loudly clamouring to be told whether he had won the slop-pail outright or had only got to keep it clean for one year.
Twenty minutes later Jonah had left for Brooch to see the Chief Constable about the missing jewels and arrange for the printing and distribution of an advertisement for Nobby. The rest of us, doing our utmost to garnish a forlorn hope with the seasoning of expectation, made diligent search for the necklace about the terrace, gardens and tennis-lawn. After a fruitless two hours we repaired to the house, where we probed the depths of sofas and chairs, emptied umbrella-stands, settles, flower-bowls and every other receptacle over which our guest might have leaned, and finally thrust an electric torch into the bowels of the piano and subjected that instrument to a thorough examination.
At length—
“I give it up,” said Daphne, sinking into a chair. “I don’t think it can be here.”
“Nor I,” said I. “I think we’ve looked everywhere.”
“Yes,” said Berry. “There’s only the cesspool left. We can drag that before lunch, if you like, but I should prefer one more full meal before I die.”
“Boy! Boy!”
Somewhere from behind closed doors a sweet excited voice was calling.
I sprang to the door.
“Yes, Adele, yes?” I shouted.
A moment later my lady sped down a passage and into the hall.
“Get the car quick. I’ve found Nobby.”
“Where?” we yelled.
“That man Bason’s got him.”
Her announcement momentarily deprived us of breath. Then we all started, and in the next two minutes sufficient was said about the retired music-hall proprietor to make that gentleman’s pendulous ears burst into blue flame.
Again want of breath intervened, and Adele besought us to make ready the car.
We explained vociferously that Jonah had taken the Rolls and would be back any minute. Whilst we were waiting, would she not tell us her tale?
Seating herself upon the arm of a chair, she complied forthwith.
“None of you seemed to suspect him, and, as I’m usually wrong, I decided to say nothing. But last night I asked a Boy Scout where he lived. Curiously enough, the boy had a brother who was a gardener in Bason’s employ. That made me think. I asked him whether I could have a word with his brother, and he told me he lived at a cottage close to his work, and was almost always at home between nine and half-past in the morning.