Martin Hewitt, Investigator by Arthur Morrison
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soon as he and Hewitt had found one another the baronet hurried the
detective into his dog-cart. "We've something over seven miles to drive," he said, "and I can tell you all about this wretched business as we go. That is why I came for you myself, and alone." Hewitt nodded. "I have sent for you, as Lloyd probably told you, because of a robbery at my place last evening. It appears, as far as I can guess, to be one of three by the same hand, or by the same gang. Late yesterday afternoon----" "Pardon me, Sir James," Hewitt interrupted, "but I think I must ask you to begin at the first robbery and tell me the whole tale in proper order. It makes things clearer, and sets them in their proper shape." "Very well! Eleven months ago, or thereabout, I had rather a large party of visitors, and among them Colonel Heath and Mrs. Heath--the lady being a relative of my own late wife. Colonel Heath has not been long retired, you know--used to be political resident in an Indian native state. Mrs. Heath had rather a good stock of jewelry of one sort and another, about the most valuable piece being a bracelet set with a particularly fine pearl--quite an exceptional pearl, in fact--that had been one of a heap of presents from the maharajah of his state when Heath left India. "It was a very noticeable bracelet, the gold setting being a mere feather-weight piece of native filigree work--almost too fragile to trust on the wrist--and the pearl being, as I have said, of a size and quality not often seen. Well, Heath and his wife arrived late one evening, and after lunch the following day, most of the men being off by themselves--shooting, I think--my daughter, my sister (who is very often |
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