The Master of the Ceremonies Part 58

"No. I've sold the diamond necklace."

"No!"

"I have, to that old hag, Drelincourt."

"Did she pay you?"

"No; but we've got deeds worth four times as much, and I shall charge her interest until she pays."

"Then you've had a splendid night, Jo-si-ah."

"Glorious!" he said, rubbing his hands.

"Then I want a rubber of whist, and I shall see if I can't win a few guineas myself."

"All right. I'll get you to a table."

"Denville, old fellow," said Lord Carboro', chatting with his host and taking snuff from the box given by the Prince, "I've a bad habit of seeing everything that goes on around me."

"Your lords.h.i.+p is most observant."

"I'm sorry to say I am; and whether we become relatives or not, Denville, I take an interest in you and your belongings."

The Master of the Ceremonies looked up in alarm.

"Take a bit of good advice, Denville."

"My lord!"

"And keep a tighter rein over your daughter."

"Your lords.h.i.+p's opinions seem to change easily," said Denville bitterly. "The other day my daughter Claire--"

"Pooh! Absurd, man! Stop. She is perfect. A princess could not have been a more charming hostess. I did not mean her. Look there!"

"Mrs Burnett with Sir Harry Payne?"

"Yes; the fellow's a blackguard. The little woman married a fool--"

"My lord!"

"Who neglects her for drink and play. Don't be offended, Denville. I am your friend. You have had scandal enough in your family; you must have no more."

Denville drew a long breath.

"Your lords.h.i.+p is right; but you must not misunderstand my dear child."

"Pretty, sweet, young, and most impressionable, Denville. Constant dropping will wear a stone. Don't let the water drop on it any more."

"My lord, you may trust me."

"Stop, Denville. Another thing in confidence. You must get it back, treating it all as an error."

"My lord, you alarm me. Get _it_ back?"

"I can't help it, Denville. Do you know that sometimes das.h.i.+ng fellows, ruined by play, have gone on the road mounted and masked, and, pistol in hand, have robbed?"

"Yes, my lord. But we have no highwaymen here."

"Don't be too sure. Did you know that Barclay, at my wish, brought some jewellery?"

"Yes, but not at my wish, my lord! I felt aggrieved--insulted."

"Forgive him and me. It was at my request. I wanted to make an offering--a string of pearls--to your daughter; and, like the sweet true lady she is, she has refused to accept them."

Denville flushed and turned pale as he glanced proudly at his child, where she stood talking to Colonel Mellersh.

"I saw Barclay give his wife a case with a diamond bracelet in it, to hold while he went to old Drelincourt."

"Yes, my lord. What of that?"

"Mrs Barclay did not put it in her pocket, but let it slip down on the carpet."

"Where was she seated, my lord?"

"Never mind; the diamond bracelet was found."

"Thank goodness!" gasped Denville.

"By Major Rockley."

"Who gave it back?"

"No; who has pocketed it, and will keep it; while Barclay will most likely credit you."

"Impossible, my lord!"

"Possible, Denville. I tell you there must be no more robberies here.

Hang it, man, stand up."

"A sudden giddiness, my lord. I am better now. I will get the jewels back. But, one moment, my lord, are you really quite sure?"

"I am certain."

"But Major Rockley may mean--"

"Hush, Denville. What do you know of handsome Rockley? Do you think he will give the jewels back if he can get them away? Act; at once."