By Jove! remarked the Reverend Thomas. Think what an escape the Prince has had! All his jewellery might have suddenly disappeared!
How very fortunate you were warned! declared Mr Northover. Your correspondent was anonymous, you say?
Yes. Some one must have recognised him in London, I think, and, therefore, given me warning. A most disagreeable affair I assure you.
Then youve lost the Emperors present? asked Nellie.
Yes, sighed the Prince; Its gone for ever. Ive given notice to the police. Theyre sending a detective from London to see me, I believe, but I feel certain I shall never see it again.
This conversation was repeated by Mrs Northover to her husband, when he returned from business that evening.
About the same hour, however, while the Prince was smoking with his clerical friend in his private room at the hotel, the waiter entered, saying that a Mr Mason had called upon his Highness.
Thats the man from Scotland Yard! exclaimed the Prince aloud. Show him up.
A few moments later a rather pale-faced, fair-haired man in shabby brown tweeds was ushered in, and the waiter, who knew the story of Charless sudden discharge, retired.
Good evening, Prince, exclaimed the new-comer. I got your wire and came at once. At the same time he produced from his pocket a small cartridge envelope containing something slightly bulky, but carefully sealed.
Right! Go over there, Max, and help yourself to a drink. Youre at the George, I suppose?
No. Ive got a room here so as to be near you in case of necessity, you know, he added meaningly.
The two men exchanged glances.
It was evident at once that Mr Mason was no stranger, for he helped himself to a cigarette uninvited, and, mixing a small drink, drained it off at a single gulp.
Then, after chatting for a quarter of an hour or so, he went out just to get a wash, as he put it.
The Prince, when he had gone, turned over the small packet in his hand without opening it.
Then he rose, walked to the window, and in silence looked out upon the old church opposite, deep in thought.
The Parson, watching him without a word, knit his brows, and pursed his lips.
Next morning the Prince sent Garrett with the car to London, as he wanted some alteration to the hood, and that afternoon, as he crossed the marketplace, he again met Max. Neither spoke. A glance of recognition was all that passed between them. Meanwhile, the detective from London had been making a good many inquiries in Stamford, concerning the associates and friends of the discharged valet Charles.
The latter was, the detective declared, an old hand, and his Highness had been very fortunate in getting rid of him when he did.
That evening Mr and Mrs Ashdown invited the Prince and the clergyman to dinner, at which they were joined by the sweet-faced Nellie and her father and mother. With true provincial habit, the party broke up at ten-thirty, and while the Parson walked home with the Northovers, his Highness lit a cigar and strolled back to the hotel alone.
Until nearly two oclock he sat smoking, reading, and thinking thinking always of pretty Nellie and now and then glancing at the clock. After the church-bell had struck two he had a final peg, and then turned in.
Next morning, when the waiter brought his coffee, the man blurted forth breathlessly:
Theres been a great robbery, your Highness, last night. The London and North Western Bank has been entered, and they say that four thousand pounds in gold has been stolen.
What! gasped the Prince, springing up. Mr Northovers bank?
Yes, sir. The whole town is in an uproar! Ive told Mr Mason, and hes gone down to see. They say that a week ago a youngish man from London took the empty shop next door to the bank, and its believed the thieves were secreted in there. There doesnt seem any evidence of any of the locks being tampered with, for the front door was opened with a key, and they had keys of both the doors of the strong-room. The police are utterly mystified, for Mr Northover has one key, and Mr Ashdown the other, and the doors cant be opened unless they are both there together. Both gentlemen say their keys have never left them, and none of the burglar-alarms rang.
Then its an absolute mystery eh, remarked the Prince, utterly astonished. Perhaps that scoundrel Charles has had something to do with it! He went to the bank for me on several occasions!
Thats what Mr Mason and the other police officers think, sir, the waiter said. And it seems that the men must have got out the coin, brought it into the empty shop, carried it through the back of the premises and packed it into a dark-green motor-car. A policeman out on the Worthorpe Road, saw the car pass just before two oclock this morning. There were two men in it, besides the driver.
The Prince dressed hastily, and was about to rush down to the bank to condole with Northover when the latter burst into his room in a great state of mind.
Its an absolute mystery, and so daring! he declared. The thieves must have had duplicate keys of the whole bank! They left all the notes, but cleared out every bit of gold coin. We had some unusually heavy deposits lately, and theyve taken three thousand four hundred and thirty-two pounds!
What about that man who took the shop next door?
Hes perfectly respectable, the police assure me. He knows nothing about it. Hes hardly finished stocking the place with groceries, and opens the day after to-morrow. His name is Newman.
Then how did they get their booty away?
Thats the mystery. Unless through the back of the shop next door. No motor-car came along the street in the night, for Ashdowns child was ill, and Mrs Ashdown was up all night and heard nothing. The means by which they got such a heavy lot of coin away so neatly is as mysterious as how they obtained the keys.
Depend upon it that my scoundrelly valet has had a finger in this! the Prince declared. Ill assist you to try and find him. I happen to know some of his friends in London.
Northover was delighted, and at the police-station the superintendent thanked his Highness for his kind promise of assistance. Mr Mason was ubiquitous, and the parson full of astonishment at the daring coup of the unknown thieves. Two bank directors came down from town in the afternoon, and after a discussion, a full report was telegraphed to New Scotland Yard.
That same evening the Prince went up to London, accompanied by the keen-eyed Mr Mason, leaving the Parson still the guest of Mr Northover.
The latter, however, would scarcely have continued to entertain him, had he known that, on arrival at Kings Cross, his Highness and Mr Mason took a cab to a certain house in Hereford Road, Bayswater, where Charles and Garrett were eagerly awaiting him. In the room were two other men whom the Prince shook by the hand and warmly congratulated.
Charles opened the door of the adjoining room, a poorly furnished bedroom, where stood a chest of drawers. One drawer after the other he opened.
They were full of bags of golden sovereigns!
Those impressions you sent us, Prince, gave us a lot of trouble, declared the elder of the two men, with a pronounced American accent. The keys were very difficult to make, and when you sent us word that the parson had tried them and they wouldnt act, we began to fear that it was no go. But we did the trick all right, after all, didnt we? Guess we spent a pretty miserable week in Stamford, but you seemed to be having quite a good time. Wheres the Sky-pilot?