The Black Bag Left on a Doorstep

0:00The Black Bag left on a doorstep by Catherine Luisa Perkus. It's a big thing, said Love They Brook, addressing Ebenezer-Dyer, chief of the well-known detective agency in Lynch Court Fleet Street. Lady Catherine has lost 30,000 pounds worth of jewelry if the newspaper accounts are to be trusted. They are fairly accurate this time. The robbery differs in a few respects from the usual run of country home robberies. The time chosen, of course, was the dinner hour when the family and guests were at table and the servants, not on duty, were amusing themselves in their own quarters. The fact of its being Christmas Eve would also of necessity add to the business and consequent distraction of the household. The entry to the house, however, in this case was not affected in the usual manner by a ladder to the dressing room window, but through the window of a room on the ground floor. A small room was one window and two doors, one of which opens into the hall,

1:06and the other into a passage that leads by the back stairs to the bedroom floor. It is used, I believe, as a sort of hat and coat room by the gentleman of the house. It was, I suppose, the weak point of the house. Quite so, a very weak point indeed. Craig and Court, the residence of Sir George and Lady Catherine, is an oddly built old place, jutting out in all directions, and as this window looked out upon a blank wall, it was still in with stained glass, kept fastened by a strong brass catch, and never opened day or night, ventilation being obtained by means of a glass ventilator fitted in the upper pains. It seems absurd to think that this window, being only about four feet from the ground, should have had neither iron bars nor shutters added to it, such however was the case. On the night of the robbery, someone within the house must have deliberately and of intention

2:10unfastened its only protection, the brass catch, and thus given the thieves easy entrance to the house. Your suspicions, I suppose, center upon the servants? Undoubtedly, and it is in the servants' hall that your services will be required. The thieves, whoever they were, were perfectly cognizant of the ways of the house. Lady Catherine's jewelry was kept in a safe, in her dressing room, and as the dressing room was over the dining room, Sir George was in the habit of saying that it was the safest room in the house. Note the pun, please, Sir George is rather proud of it. By his orders, the window of the dining room, immediately under the dressing room window, was always left unshuttared and without blind during dinner, and as a full stream of light thus fell through it onto the outside terrace, it would have been impossible for anyone to replace the ladder there unseen. I see from the newspapers that it was Sir George's

3:12invariable custom to fill his house and give a large dinner on Christmas Eve. Yes, Sir George and Lady Catherine are elderly people with no family and few relatives, and have consequently a large amount of time to spend on their friends. I suppose the key of the safe was frequently left in the possession of Lady Catherine's maid? Yes, she is a young French girl, Stephanie Del Croix by name. It was her duty to clear the dressing room directly after her mistress left it, put away any jewelry that might be lying about, locked the safe, and keep the key till her mistress came up to bed. On the night of the robbery, however, she admits that, instead of so doing, directly her mistress left the dressing room, she ran down to the housekeeper's room to see if any letters had come for her, and remained chatting with the other servants for some time, she could not say for how long. It was by the half past seven posts that her letters generally arrived from

4:15Saint-Omer, where her home is. Oh, then she was in the habit of thus running down to inquire for her letters no doubt, and the thieves, who appeared to be so thoroughly cognizant of the house, would also know this. Perhaps, though at the present moment I must say things look very black against the girl. Her manner, too, in question, is not calculated to remove suspicion. She goes from one fit of hysterics into another, contradicts herself nearly every time she opens her mouth, then lays it to the charge of her ignorance of our language, breaks into a voluble French, becomes theatrical and action, and then goes off into hysterics once more. All that is quite france, you know, said love-day. Do the authorities at Scotland Yard lay much stress on the safe being left unlocked that night? They do, and they are instituting a keen inquiry as the possible lovers the girl may have.

5:15For this purpose, they ascend baits down to stay in the village and collect all the information he can outside the house. But they want someone within the walls to hobnob with the maids generally, and to find out if she has taken any of them into her confidence respecting her lovers. So they sent to me to know if I would send down for this purpose one of the shrewtest and most clear-headed of my female detectives. I, in my turn, Miss Brooke, has sent for you, and you may take it as a compliment if you like. So please now get out your notebook, and I'll give you sailing orders. Love-day Brooke, at this period of her career, was a little over 30 years of age and could be best described in a series of negations. She was not tall, she was not short. She was not dark, she was not fair. She was neither handsome nor ugly. Her features were altogether nondescript. Her one noticeable trait was the habit she had when absorbed in thought

6:17of dropping her eyelids over her eyes till only a line of eyeball showed, and she appeared to be looking out at the world to a slit instead of through a window. Her dress was invariably black and was almost quaker-like in its neat primness. Some five or six years previously, by a jerk of fortune's wheel, Love-day had been thrown upon the world's penniless and all but friendless. Marketable accomplishments she had found she had none, so she had forthwith defied convention, and had chosen for herself a career that had cut her off sharply from her former associates and her position in society. For five or six years, she dredged away patiently in a lower walks of her profession, then chance, or to speak more precisely, an intricate criminal case, through her in the way of the experienced head of the flourishing detective agency in Lynch Court. He quickly enough found out the stuff she was made of and through her in the way of better class

7:20work, work indeed that brought increase of pay and a reputation alike to him and to Love-day. Ebenezer-Dyer was not as a rule given to enthusiasm, but he would at times wax eloquent over miss-brooks qualifications for the profession she had chosen. Too much of a lady do you say? He would say to anyone who chance to call in question those qualifications. I don't care Tuppen's Ebene, whether she is or is not a lady. I only know she is the most sensible and practical woman I ever met. In the first place she has the faculty, so rare among women, of carrying out orders to the very letter. In the second place, she has a clear, shrewd brain, unhampered by any hard and fast theories. Thirdly, and most important of all, she has so much common sense that it amounts to genius, positively to genius, sir.

8:20But although Love-day and her chief as a rule work together upon an easy and friendly footing, there were occasions on which they were want, so to speak, to snarl at each other. Such an occasion was at hand now. Love-day showed no disposition to take out her notebook and receive her sailing orders. I want to know, she said, if what I saw in one newspaper is true, that one of the thieves before leaving took the trouble to close the safe door and to ride across it in chalk to be let unfurnished. Perfectly true, but I do not see that stress needs to be laid on the fact. The scoundrels often do have that sort of thing out of insolence or bravado. In that robbery at Rygate the other day, they went to a lady's davenport, took a sheet of her note paper and wrote their thanks on it for her kindness in not having had the lock of her safe prepared. Now, if you will get out your notebook, don't be in such a hurry, said Love-day calmly.

9:23I want to know if you have seen this. She leaned across the writing table at which they sat, one on either side, and handed to him a newspaper cutting which she took from her letter case. Mr. Dyer was a tall, powerfully built man with a large head, benevolent bald forehead, and a genial smile. That smile, however, often proved a trap to the unwary, for he owned a temper so irritable that a child with a chance word might ruffle it. The genial smile vanished as he took the newspaper cutting from Love-day's hand. I would have you to remember Miss Brooke, he said severely, that although I am in the habit of using to spatch in my business, I am never known to be in a hurry. Hurry and affairs, I take to be the special mark of the slavendly and unpunctual. Then, as if still further to give contradiction to her words, he very deliberately unfolded her slip of newspaper, and slowly accentuating each word and syllable read as follows.

10:29Singular discovery, a black leather bag or portmanteau, was found early yesterday morning by one of Smith's newspaper boys on the doorstep of a house in the road running between Easter Brooke and Wereford, and then inhabited by an elderly spencer lady. The contents of the bag include a clerical collar and necktie, a church service, a book of sermons, a copy of the works of Virgil, a facsimile of Magna Carta with translations, a pair of black kid gloves, a brush and comb, some newspapers, and several small articles suggesting clerical ownership. On the top of the bag, the following extraordinary letter written in pencil on a long slip of paper was found. The fatal day has arrived, I can exist no longer, I go hints and shall be no more seen, but I would have coroner and jury know that I am a sane man, and a verdict of temporary insanity

11:30in my case would be an error most gross after this intimation. I care not if it is fellow to say, as I shall have passed all suffering, searched diligently for my poor lifeless body in the immediate neighborhood, on the cold heath, the rail, or the river by yonder bridge, a few moments will decide how I shall depart. If I had walked the right, I might have been a power in the church of which I am now an unworthy member in priest, but the damnable sin of gambling got hold on me, and bedding has been my ruin as it has been the ruin of thousands who have preceded me. Young man, shun the bookmaker and the racecourse as you would shun the devil and hell. Farewell a chums of Magdalene, farewell and take warning, though I can claim relationship with a duke, a marquee, and a bishop, and though I am the son of a noble woman, yet I am a tramp and an outcast, verily and indeed.

12:30Sweet death I greet thee, I dare not sign my name, to one and all farewell, O my poor martian s mother, a dying kiss to thee, R-I-P. The police and some of the railway officials have made a diligent search in the neighborhood of the railway station, but no poor lifeless body has been found. The police authorities are inclined to the belief that the letter is a hoax, though they are still investigating the manner. In the same deliberate fashion as he had opened and read the cutting, Mr. Dyer folded and returned it to love-day. May I ask, he said sarcastically, what you see in that silly hoax to waste your and my valuable time over? I wanted to know, said love-day, in the same level tones as before, if you saw anything in it that might in some way connect this discovery with the robbery at Craig and Court. Mr. Dyer stared at her in utter blank astonishment.

13:34When I was a boy, he said sarcastically as before, I used to play it a game called, what is my thought like? Someone would think of something absurd, say the top of the monument, and someone else would hazard a guess that his thought might be, say, the toe of his left boot, and that unfortunate individual would have to show the connection between the toe of his left boot and the top of the monument. Miss Brooke, I have no wish to repeat the silly game this evening for your benefit and mine. All very well, said love-day, calmly. I fancied you might like to talk it over, that was all. Give me my sailing orders, as you call them, and I'll endeavor to concentrate my attention on a little French maid and her various lovers. Mr. Dyer grew amiable again. That's the point on which I wish you to fix your thoughts, he said, you had better start for Craig and Court by the first train tomorrow. It's about 60 miles down the Great Eastern line. Huxwells

14:38the station U.S. Landat, there one of the grooms from the court will meet you and drive you to the house. I have arranged with the housekeeper there Mrs. Williams, a very worthy and discrete person that you shall pass in the house for a niece of hers, on a visit to recruit after severe study in order to pass Ward School Teacher's exams. Naturally you have injured your eyes as well as your health with overwork, so you can wear your blue spectacles. Your name, by the way, will be Jane Smith, better write it down. All your work will lie among the servants of the establishment, and there will be no necessity for you to see either Sir George or Lady Cathro. In fact, neither of them have been apprised of your intended visit. The fewer we take into our confidence, the better. I have no doubt, however, that Bates will hear from Scotland Yard when you are in the house and will make a point of seeing you. Has Bates unearthed anything of importance?

15:38Not as yet. He has discovered one of the girls' lovers, a young farmer of the name of Holt, but as he seems to be an honest, respectable young fellow, and entirely above suspicion, the discovery does not count for much. I think there is nothing else to ask, said Love Day, rising to take her departure. Of course, I'll telegraph, should need a rise in our usual cipher. The first train that left Bishop's Gate for Huxwell on the following morning included among its passengers, Love Day Brook, dressed in the neat black supposed to be appropriate to servants of the upper class. The only literature which she had to provide herself in order to be guile the tedium of her journey was a small volume bound in paper boards and entitled The Recycters Treasury. It was published at the low price of one shilling and seems specially designed to meet the requirements of third-rate amateur reciders at penny readings. Miss Brook appeared to be all absorbed in the contents of this book during

16:43the first half of her journey. During the second, she laid back on the carriage with closed eyes and emotionless as if a sleep or lost in deep thought. The stopping of the train at Huxwell aroused her and set her collecting together her wraps. It was easy to single out the trim groom from Crate & Court from among the country loafers on the platform. Someone else beside the trim groom at the same moment caught her eye. Bates from Scotland Yard got up in the style of a commercial traveler and carrying the orthodox commercial bag in his hand. He was a small, wiry man with red hair and whiskers and an eager, hungry expression of countenance. I am half-frozen with cold, said Love Day, addressing Sir George's groom. If you'll kindly take charge of my portmanteau, I prefer walking to driving to the court. The man gave her a few directions as to the road she was to follow and then drove off with her

17:44box, leaving her free to indulge Mr. Bates' evident wish for a walk and confidential talk along the country road. Bates seemed to be in a happy frame of mind that morning. Quite a simple affair of this, Miss Brook's, he said. A walk over the course I take it, with you working inside the castle walls and I enter a thing without. No complications of yet have arisen and if that girl does not find herself in jail before another week is over her head, my name is not Jeremiah Bates. You mean the French maid? Why yes of course. I take it there's little doubt but what she performed the double duty of unlocking the safe and the window too. You see, I look at it this way, Miss Brook. All girls have lovers, I say to myself, but a pretty girl like that French maid is bound to have double the number of lovers than the plain ones. Now of course, the greater number of lovers, the greater the chance there is of a criminal being found among them. That's plain as a pipe staff isn't it? Just as plain. Bates felt encouraged

18:51to proceed. Well then, arguing on the same lines, I say to myself, this girl is only a pretty silly thing, not an accomplished criminal, or she wouldn't have admitted leaving open the safe door. Give her up enough and she'll hang herself. In a day or two, if we let her alone she'll be bolting off to join the fellow whose nest she has helped the feather and will catch the pair of them, to exhere and overstrate, and also possibly get a clue that will bring us on the traces of their accomplices. And Miss Brook, that'll be a thing worth doing. Undoubtedly, who is this coming along in the buggy at such a pace? The question was added as the sound of wheels behind them made her look round. Bates turned also. Oh, this is young Holt. His father farms land about a couple miles from here. He is one of Stephanie's dovers, and I should imagine about the best of the lot. But he does not appear to be favorite. From what I hear, someone else must have made the running on

19:54the sly. Ever since the robbery, I'm told the young woman has given him the cold shoulder. As the young man came near in his buggy, he slacken pace, and loved a could not but admire his frank honest expression of countenance. Room for one, can I give you a lift, he said, as he came alongside of them. And to the ineffable disgust of Bates, who had counted upon at least an hour's confidential talk with her, Miss Brook accepted the young farmer's offer and mounted beside him in his buggy. As they went swiftly along the country road, loved they explained to the young man that her destination was Craig and Court, and that as she was a stranger to the place, she must trust to him to put her down at the nearest point to it that he would pass. At the mention of Craig and Court, his face clouded. They're in trouble there, and their trouble has brought trouble on others,

20:55he said, a little bitterly. I know, said loved a sympathetically. It is often so. In such circumstances as these, suspicion freak only fastens on an entirely innocent person. That's it, that's it, he cried excitedly. If you go into that house, you'll hear all sorts of wicked things said of her, and see everything setting in dead against her. But she's innocent. I swear to you, she is as innocent as you or I are. His voice rang out above the clatter of this horse's hooves. He seemed to forget that he had mentioned no name, and that love day as a stranger might be at a loss to know to whom he referred. Who is guilty haven't only knows he went on after a moment's pause. It isn't for me to give an ill-named to anyone in that house, but I only say she is innocent, and that I'll stake my life on it. She is a lucky girl to have found one to believe in her,

21:58and the trustress you do, said loved day, even more sympathetically than before. Is she? I wish she'd take advantage of her luck then, he answered bitterly. Most girls in her position would be glad to have a man to stand by them through thick and thin, but not she, ever since the night of that accursed robbery, she has refused to see me. Won't answer my letters, won't even send me a message, and great heavens, I'd marry her tomorrow if I had the chance, and dare the world to say a word against her. He whipped up his pony. The hedges seem to fly on either side of them, and before loved day realized that half her drive was over, he had drawn rain, and was helping her to a light at the servant's entrance to Craig and Court. You'll tell her what I've said to you if you get the opportunity and beg her to see me if only for five minutes, he petitioned before he remounted his buggy, and loved day, as she thanked the young

23:00man for his kind attention, promised to make an opportunity to give his message to the girl. Mrs. Williams, the housekeeper, welcomed loved day in the servant's hall, and then took her to her own room to pull off her wraps. Mrs. Williams was the widow of a London tradesman, and a little beyond the average housekeeper in speech and manner. She was a genial pleasant woman who readily entered into conversation with loved day. Tee was brought in, and each seemed to feel at home with the other. Love day, in the course of this easy pleasant talk, elicited from her the whole history of the events of the day of the robbery, the number and names of the guests who sat down to dinner that night, together with some other apparently trivial details. The housekeeper made no attempt to disguise the painful position in which she and every one of the servants of the house felt themselves to be in at the present moment. We are none of us at our ease with each other

24:03now, she said, as she poured out hot tea for love day and piled up a blazing fire. Everyone fancies that everyone else is suspecting him or her and trying to rake up past words or deeds to bring in as evidence. The whole house seems under a cloud, and at this time of year two, just when everything as a rule is at its merriest. And here she gave a dolphal glance to the big bunch of holly and mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. I suppose you are generally very merry downstairs at Christmas time, said love day, servants balls, theatricals, and all that sort of thing. I should think we were when I think of this time last year and the fun we all had, I can scarcely believe it is the same house. Our ball always follows my lady's ball, and we have permission to ask our friends to it, and we keep it up as late as ever we please. We begin our evening with a concert and recitations in character, then we have a supper, and then we dance right

25:09on till morning, but this year she broke off, giving a long melancholy shake of her head that spoke volumes. I suppose, said love day, some of your friends are very clever as musicians or reciders? Very clever indeed, Sir George and my lady are always present during the early part of the evening, and I should like you to have seen Sir George last year laughing fit to kill himself, and Harry Emmett dressed in prison dress with a bit of okam in his hand reciting the noble convict. Sir George said if the young man had gone on the stage he would have been bound to make his fortune. Half a cup please, said love day, presenting her cup. Who was this Harry Emmett then, a sweetheart of one of the maids? Oh, he would flirt with him all, but he was sweetheart to none. He was footman to Colonel James, who was a great friend of Sir George's, and Harry was constantly backwards and

26:10forwards bringing messages from his master. His father I think drove a cabin London, and Harry for a time did so also, then he took it into his head to be a gentleman servant and great satisfaction he gave us such. He was always such a bright handsome young fellow and so full of fun that everyone liked him, but I shall tire you with all this, and you of course want to talk about something so different, and the housekeeper sighed again as the thought of the dreadful robbery entered her brain once more. Not at all, I am greatly interested in you and your festivities. Is Emmett still in the neighborhood? I should amazingly like to hear him recite myself. I am sorry to say he left Colonel James about six months ago. We all missed him very much at first. He was a good, kindhearted young man, and I remember he told me he was going away to look after his dear old grandmother

27:10who had a sweet stuff shop somewhere or other, but where I can't remember. Love Day was leaning back in her chair now, with eyelids drooped so low that she literally looked out through slits instead of eyes. Suddenly and abruptly, she changed the conversation. Quint will it be convenient for me to see Lady Catharine's dressing room, she asked? The housekeeper looked at her watch. Now it once, she answered, it's a quarter to five now, and my lady sometimes goes up to her room to rest for half an hour before she dresses for dinner. Is Stephanie still in attendance on Lady Catharine? Miss Brooke asked as she followed the housekeeper up to back stairs to the bedroom floor. Yes, Sir George and my lady have been goodness itself to us through this trying time, and they say we are all innocent till we are proved guilty, and we'll have it that none of our duties are to be in any way altered. Stephanie is scarcely fit to perform hers, I should imagine.

28:13Scarcely. She was in hysterics nearly from morning till night for the first two or three days after the detectives came down, but now she has grown sullyn, eats nothing, and never speaks a word to any of us except when she is obliged. This is my lady's dressing room. Walk in please. Love day entered a large, luxuriously furnished room, and naturally made her way straight to the chief point of attraction in it. The iron safe fitted into the wall that separated the dressing room from the bedroom. It was a safe of the ordinary description, fitted with a strong iron door and chub block. And across this door was written with chalk and characters that seemed defiant in their size and boldness, the words to be let unfernished. Love day spent about five minutes in front of the safe, all her attention concentrated upon the big bold writing. She took from her pocketbook a narrow strip of tracing paper and compared the writing on it letter by letter with that on the

29:17safe door. This done, she turned to Mrs. Williams and professed herself ready to follow her to the room below. Mrs. Williams looked surprised. Her opinion of Miss Brooks' professional capabilities suffered considerable diminuation. The gentleman detectives, she said, spent over an hour in this room. They paced the floor, they measured the candles, they, Mrs. Williams interrupted Love day. I am quite ready to look at the room below. Her manner had changed from gossiping friendliness to that of the businesswoman hard at work at her profession. Without another word, Mrs. Williams led her way to the little room which had proved itself to be the weak point of the house. They entered it by the door which opened into a passage leading to the backstairs of the house. Love day found the room exactly what had been described to her by Mr. Dyer. It needed no second glance at the window to see the ease with which anyone could open it from

30:21the outside and swing themselves into the room when once the brass catch had been unfastened. Love day wasted no time here. In fact, much to Mrs. Williams' surprise and disappointment, she merely walked across the room in at one door and out of the opposite one which opened into a large inner hall of the house. Here, however, she paused to ask a question. Is that chair always placed exactly in that position? She said, pointing to an oak chair that stood immediately outside the room they had just quitted. The housekeeper answered in the affirmative. It was a warm corner. My lady was particular that everyone who came to the house on messages should have it a comfortable place to wait in. I shall be glad if you will show me up to my room now, said Love Day, a little abruptly. And will you kindly send up to me a country trade directory, if that is, you have such a thing in the house. Mrs. Williams, with an air of offended dignity,

31:26led the way to the bedroom quarters once more. The worthy housekeeper felt as if her own dignity had, in some sort, been injured by the want of interest, Ms. Brook had evinced in the rooms which, at the present moment, she considered the showrooms of the house. Shall I send someone to help you unpack, she asked, a little stiffly, at the door of Love Day's room? No, thank you. There will not be much unpacking to do. I must leave here by the first uptrain tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, while I have told everyone, you will be here at least a fortnight. Ah, then you must explain that I have been suddenly summoned home by telegram. I am sure I can trust you to make excuses for me. Do not, however, make them before a supper time. I shall like to sit down to that meal with you. I suppose I shall see Stephanie then. The housekeeper answered in the affirmative, and went her way, wondering over the strange manners

32:28of the lady whom at first, she had been disposed to consider such a nice, pleasant, conversable person. At supper time, however, when the upper servants assembled at what was to them, the pleasantest meal of the day, a great surprise was to greet them. Stephanie did not take her usual place at table, and a fellow servant, sent a room to summon her, returned, saying that the room was empty, and Stephanie was nowhere to be found. Love Day and Mrs. Williams together went to the girl's bedroom. It bore its usual appearance. No packing had been done in it, and beyond her hat and jacket, the girl appeared to have taken nothing away with her. On inquiry, it transpired that Stephanie had, as usual, assisted lady cathode address for dinner, but after that, not a soul in the house appeared to have seen her. Mrs. Williams thought the matter of sufficient importance to be at once reported to her master

33:32and mistress, and Sir George, in his turn, promptly dispatched to messenger to Mr. Bates at the King's head to summon him to an immediate consultation. Love Day dispatched a messenger in another direction, to young Mr. Holt at his farm giving him particulars of the girl's disappearance. Mr. Bates had a brief interview with Sir George in his study from which he emerged radiant. He made a point of seeing Love Day before he left the court, sending a special request to her that she would speak to him for a minute in the outside drive. Love Day put her hat on and went out to him. She found him almost dancing for glee. Told you so, told you so, now didn't I miss Brooke, he exclaimed? Will come upon her traces before morning never fear, I'm quite prepared, I knew what was in her mind all along. I said to myself, when that girl bolts, it will be after she has dressed my lady for dinner,

34:37when she has two good clear hours all to herself, and her absence from the house won't be noticed, and when, without much difficulty, she can catch a train leaving Huxwell for Wereford. Well, she'll get to Wereford safe enough, but from Wereford she'll be followed every step the way she goes. Only yesterday I said a man on there, a keen fellow at this sort of thing, and gave him full directions, and he'll hunt her down to her whole properly. Take nothing with her you say? What does that matter? She thinks she'll find all she wants where she's going. The feather nest I spoke to you about this morning. Ha ha! Well, instead of stepping into it, as she fancy she will, she'll walk straight into it, detect his arms, and land her pal there into the bargain. There'll be two of them netted before another 48 hours are over our heads, or my name's not Jeremiah Bates. What are you going to do now, ask Love Day, as the man finished

35:40his long speech? Now, I'm back to the king's head to wait for a telegram from my colleague at Wereford. Once he's got her in front of him, he'll give me instructions at what point to meet him. You see, Huxwell being such an out of the way place, and only one train leaving between 730 and 1015, makes us really positive that Wereford must be the girl's destination, and release my mind from all anxiety on the matter. Does it? Answered Love Day gravely? I can see another possible destination for the girl. The stream that runs through the wood we drove past this morning. Good night, Mr. Bates. It's cold out here. Of course, as soon as you have any news, you'll send it up to Sir George. The household sat up late that night, but no news was received of Stephanie from any quarter. Mr. Bates had impressed upon Sir George, the ill-advisability of setting up a human cry after the girl

36:43that might possibly reach her ears and scare her from joining a person who he was pleased to designate as her pal. We want to follow her silently, Sir George. Silently as the shadow follows the man, he had said grandiliquately, and then we shall come upon the two, and I trust upon the booty also. Sir George and his turn had impressed Mr. Bates' wishes upon his household, and if it had not been for Love Day's message, dispatched early in the evening to young Holt, not a soul outside the house would have known of Stephanie's disappearance. Love Day was stirring early the next morning, and the eight o'clock train for Wereford numbered her among its passengers. Before starting, she dispatched the telegram to her chief in Lynch Court. It read rather oddly as follows, Cracker fired, and just starting for Wereford, will wire you from there, L. B.

37:44Oddly though it might read, Mr. Dyer did not need to refer to his cipherbook to interpret it. Cracker fired was the easily remembered equivalent for Clue found in the detective phraseology of the office. Well, she has been quick enough about it this time, he's a little-acquized as he speculated in his own mind over what the purport of her next telegram might be. Half an hour later, there came to him a constable from Scotland Yard to tell him of Stephanie's disappearance and the conjectures that were right on the matter, and he then, not unnaturally, read Love Day's telegram by the light of this information and concluded that the clue in her hands related to the discovery of Stephanie's Werebouts as well as to that of her guilt. A telegram received a little later on, however, was to turn this theory upside down. It was like the former one, worded in the inigmatic language current in the Lynch Court establishment, but as it was a

38:45lengthier and more intricate message, it sent Mr. Dyer at once to his cipherbook. Wonderful, she has cut them all out this time, was Mr. Dyer's exclamation as he read and interpreted the final word? In another ten minutes, he had given over his office to the charge of his head clerk for the day, and was rattling along the streets in a handsome in the direction of Bishop's Gate station. There he was lucky enough to catch a train just starting for Wereford. The event of the day he muttered as he settled himself comfortably in a corner seat, will be the return journey when she tells me bit by bit how she has worked it all out. It was not until close upon three o'clock in the afternoon that he arrived at the old fashion market town of Wereford. It chanced to be cattle market day, and the station was crowded with drovers and farmers. Outside the station, Love Day was waiting for him, as she had told him

39:45in her telegram that she would in a four wheeler. It's alright she said to him as he got in, he can't get away even if he had an idea that we were after him. Two of the local police were waiting outside the house door with a warrant for his arrest, signed by a magistrate. I did not, however, see why the Lynch Court office should not have the credit of the thing, and so telegraphed to you to conduct the arrest. They drove through the high street to the outskirts of the town, where the shops became intermixed with private houses led out in offices. The cab pulled up outside one of these, and two policemen in plain clothes came forward and touched their hats to Mr. Dyer. He's in there now, sir, doing his office work, said one of the men pointing to a door just within the entrance, on which was painted in black letters, the United Kingdom Cab Driver's Beneficent Association. I hear, however, that this is the

40:45last time he will be found there, as a week ago he gave notice to leave. As the man finished speaking, a man evidently of the cab driving fraternity came up the steps. He stared curiously at the little group just within the entrance, and then, chinking his money in his hand, passed onto the office as if to pay his subscription. Will you be good enough to tell Mr. Emmett in there, said Mr. Dyer addressing the man, that a gentleman outside wishes to speak with him. The man nodded and passed into the office. As the door opened, it disclosed a view, an old gentleman seated at a desk, apparently riding receipts for money. A little in his rear at his right hand, set a young and decidedly good-looking man, at a table on which were placed various little piles of silver and pints. The get-up of this young man was gentleman-like, and his manner was affable and pleasant, as he responded with a nod and a smile to the cab driver's message.

41:47I shan't be a minute, he said to his colleague at the other desk, as he rose and crossed the room towards the door. But once outside that door, it was closed firmly behind him, and he found himself in the center of three stawored individuals, one of whom informed him that he held in his hand a warrant for the arrest of Harry Emmett on the charge of complicity in the Craig and Court robbery, and that he had better come along quietly, for his existence would be useless. Emmett seemed convinced of the latter fact. He grew deadly white for a moment, then recovered himself. Well, someone had the kindness to fetch my hat and coat, he said in a lofty manner. I don't see why I should be made to catch my death of cold, because some other people have seen fit to make asses of themselves. His hat and coat were fetched, and he was handed into the cab between the two officers. Let me give you a word of warning, young man, said Mr. Dyer, closing the cab door and looking in for a moment through the window at Emmett.

42:51I don't suppose it's a punishable offense to leave a black bag on an old lady's doorstep, but let me tell you, if it had not been for that black bag, you might have got clean off with your spoil. Emmett, the irrepressible, had his answer ready. He lifted his hat ironically to Mr. Dyer. You might have put it more neatly, Governor, he said. If I had been in your place, I would have said, young man, you are being justly punished for your misdeeds, you have been taking off your fellow creatures all your life long, and now they are taking off you. Mr. Dyer's duty that day did not end with a depositing of Harry Emmett in the local jail. The search through Emmett's lodgings and effects had to be made, and at this he was naturally present. About a third of the lost jewelry was found there, and from this it was consequently concluded that his accomplices in this crime had considered that he had borne a third of the risk and of the danger of it. Letters and various memorandums

43:55had discovered in the rooms eventually led to the detection of those accomplices, and although Lady Catharine was doomed to lose the greater part of her valuable property, she had ultimately the satisfaction of knowing that each one of the thieves received a sentence proportionate to his crime. It was not until close upon midnight that Mr. Dyer found himself seated in the train, facing Miss Brooke and had led her to ask for the links in the chain of reasoning that had led her in so remarkable a manner to connect the finding of a black bag with insignificant contents, with an extensive robbery of valuable jewelry. Love they explain the whole thing, easily and naturally, step by step in her usual methodical manner. I read, she said, as I dare say a great many other people did, the account of the two things in the same newspaper on the same day, and I detected as I dare say a great many other people did not, a sense of fun in the principal actor in each incident. I noticed while all people are agreed

45:00as to the variety of motives that instigate crime, very few allow sufficient margin for variety of character in the criminal. We are apt to imagine that he stalks about the world with a bundle of deadly motives under his arm and cannot picture him at his work with a twinkle in his eye and a keen sense of fun, such as honest folk have sometimes when it work in their calling. Here Mr. Dyer gave a little grunt. It might have been either of a scent or dissent. Love Day went on. Of course, the ludicrismess of the diction of the letter found in the bag would be apparent to the most casual reader. To me the high-falutin sentences sounded in addition strangely familiar. I had heard or read them somewhere I felt sure, although where I could not at first remember. They rang in my ears and it was not altogether out of idle curiosity that I went to Scotland Yard to see the bag and its contents, and a copy with a slip of tracing paper,

46:01a line or two of the letter. When I found the handwriting of this letter was not identical with that of the translations found on the bag, I was confirmed to my impression that the owner of the bag was not the writer of the letter, that possibly the bag and its contents had been appropriated from some railway station for some distinct purpose. And that purpose accomplished, the appropriator no longer wished to be burdened with it and disposed of it in the radius fashion that suggested itself. The letter it seemed to me had been begun with the intention of throwing a police off the scent, but the irrepressible spirit of fun that had induced the writer to deposit his clerical adjuncts upon an old maid's doorstep had proved too strong for him here and had carried him away and the letter that was intended to be pathetic ended him being comic. Very ingenious so far, murmur Mr. Dyer, I have no doubt when the contents of the bag are widely known through advertisements, a claimant will come forward and your theory will be found

47:06correct. When I returned from Scotland Yard, love day continued, I found your note asking me to go round and see you respecting the big jewel robbery. Before I did so, I thought it best to read once more the newspaper account of the case so that I might be well up in its details. When I came to the words that the thief had written across the door of the safe to be let unfernished, they at once connected themselves in my mind with the dying kiss to my marshy and s mother and the solemn warning against the racecourse and the bookmaker of the black bag letter writer. Then on a flash the whole thing became clear to me. Some two or three years back, my professional duties necessitated my frequent attendance at certain low class penny readings, given in the south-london slums. At these penny readings, young shop assistants and others of their class, glad of an opportunity for exhibiting their accomplishments, declaim with great vigor,

48:09and as a rule, select pieces which their very mixed audience might be supposed to appreciate. During my attendance at these meetings, it seemed to me that one book of selected readings was a great favor among the reciders and I took the trouble to buy it. Here it is. Here, love day took from her coat pocket, the reciders treasury and handed it to her companion. Now she said, if you will run your eye down the index column, you will find the titles of those pieces to which I wish to draw your attention. The first is the Suicide's Farewell, the second, the Noble Convict, and the third, to be let unfernished. By Jov so it is, he jacked to Mr. Dyer. In the first of these pieces, the Suicide's Farewell occur the expressions with which the black bag letter to begins. The fatal day has arrived, etc. The warnings against

49:09gambling and the illusion to the poor lifeless body. In the second, the Noble Convict, occur the illusions to the aristocratic relations and the dying kiss to the Martian-esque mother. The third piece, to be let unfernished, is a foolish little poem enough, although I dare say, it is often raised a laugh in a not too discriminating audience. It tells how a bachelor, calling it a house to inquire at rooms to be let unfernished, falls in love with a daughter of the house and offers her his heart, which he says is to be let unfernished. She declines his offer and retorts that she thinks that his head must be to let unfernished too. With these three pieces before me, it was not difficult to see a thread of connection between the writer of the black bag letter and the thief who wrote across the empty safe at Craig and Court. Following this thread, I inert the story of Harry Emmett, footman, reciter, general lover and skimp.

50:11Subsequently, I compared the writing on my tracing paper with that on the safe door, and allowing for the difference between a bit of chalk and a steel nib came to the conclusion that there could be little doubt but what both were written by the same hand. Before that, however, I had obtained another and what I consider the most important link in my chain of evidence, how Emmett brought his clerical dress to use. And how did you find out about that now, as Mr. Dyer, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees? In the course of conversation with Mrs. Williams, who my found to be a most communicative person, I elicited the names of the guests who had sat down to dinner on Christmas Eve. They were all people of undoubted respectability in the neighborhood. Just before dinner was announced, she said, a young clergyman had presented himself at the front door, asking to speak with a rector of the parish. The rector, it seems, always dines at Craig and Court on Christmas Eve. The young clergyman's story was that he had been told by a certain clergyman,

51:17whose name he mentioned, that a curate was wanted in the parish, and he had traveled down from London to offer his services. He had been, he said, to the rector, and had been told by the servants where the rector was dining, and fearing to lose his chance of the curacy, had followed him to the court. Now the rector had been wanting a curate, and had filled the vacancy only the previous week. He was a little inclined to be irate at this interruption to the evening's festivities, and told the young man that he didn't want to curate. When, however, he saw how disappointed the poor young fellow looked, I believe he shed a tear or two. His heart softened. He told him to sit down and rest in the hall before he attempted to walk back to the station, and said he would ask Sir George to send him out a glass of wine. The young man sat down in a chair immediately outside the room by which the thieves entered. Now I need not tell you who that young man was, nor suggest to your mind I am sure the idea that

52:17while the servant went to fetch him the wine, were indeed so as soon as he saw the coast clear, he slipped into that little room and pulled back the catcher of the window that admitted his confederates, who no doubt at that very moment were in hiding in the grounds. The housekeeper did not know whether this meat-y young curate had a black bag with him. Personally, I have no doubt of the fact, nor that it contained the cap, cuffs, collar and outer garments of Harry Emmett, which were most likely redone before he returned to his lodgings at Wereford, where I should say he repacked the bag with its clerical contents and wrote his serial comic letter. This bag, I suppose, he must have deposited in the very early morning before anyone was stirring on the doorstep of the house in the Easterbrook Road. Mr. Dyer drew a long breath. In his heart was unmitigated admiration for his colleague's skill, which seemed to him to fall little short of inspiration. By and by no doubt, he would sing her praises to the first person who

53:21came along with a hearty good will. He had not, however, the slightest intention of so singing them in her own ears, excessive praise was apt to have a bad effect on the rising practitioner. So he contented himself with saying, yes, very satisfactory. Now tell me how you hunted the fellow down to his digs. Oh, that was mere ABC work, answered love day. Mrs. Williams told me he had left his place at Colonel James about six months previously. And the told her he was going to look after his dear old grandmother who kept a sweet stuff shop, but where she could not remember. Having heard that him and his father was a cab driver, my thoughts at once flew to the cabmin's vernacular. You know something of it no doubt. In which their provident association is designated by the phrase, the dear old grandmother, and the office where they make and receive their payments is styled the sweet stuff shop. And good Mrs. Williams took it all literally no doubt.

54:25She did and thought what a dear kindhearted fellow the young man was. Naturally, I suppose there would be a branch of the association in the nearest market town, and a local trades directory confirmed my supposition that there was one at Wereford. Bearing in mind where the black bag was found, it was not difficult to believe that young Emmett possibly through his father's influence and his own pre-possessing manners and appearance had attained to some position of trust in the Wereford branch. I must confess, I scarcely expected to find him as I did on reaching the place, installed as receiver of the weekly monies. Of course, I immediately put myself in communication with the police there, and the rest I think you know. Mr. Dyer's enthusiasm refused to be longer restrained. It's capital from first to last he cried. You surpassed yourself this time. The only thing that saddens me said love day is the thought of the possible fate of that poor little Stephanie.

55:29Love Day's anxieties on Stephanie's behalf were, however, to be put to flight before another 24 hours had passed. The first post on the following morning brought a letter from Mrs. Williams telling how the girl had been found before the night was over, half dead with cold and fright, on the verge of the stream running through Craton Wood. Found too wrote to Housekeeper by the very person who ought to have found her, young Holt, who wasn't so desperately in love with her. Thank goodness, at the last moment her courage failed her, and instead of throwing herself into the stream, she sank down, half fainting beside it. Holt took her straight home to his mother, and there at the farm she is now being taken care of and petted generally by everyone. End of The Black Bag Left on the Doorstep by Catherine Luisa Pyrkis.