The Attenbury Emeralds (10 page)

‘And surprising?’ asked Peter.

‘Surprise needs careful handling,’ Harriet told him. ‘The mighty Aristotle himself told us to prefer a likely impossibility to an unconvincing probability. You will have to tell me.’

‘
Two
square emeralds. He showed us two, side by side, at first glance identical.’

‘Gracious!’ said Harriet. ‘So much for Aristotle. Wait; let me guess now – the clever Mr Nandine Osmanthus had pawned his jewel to keep it safely hidden from the police. What did you do?’

‘I turned them over. They both had inscriptions on the back. I was mortified that I couldn’t read them.’

‘“Were these left with you by one gentleman?” I asked.

‘“By two different gentlemen, on separate occasions. Both have promised to return and redeem their property.”

‘“This a very peculiar thing,” I said. “Does either of these two know about your custody of the other man’s jewel?”

‘“I am afraid so,” he said. “I don’t like this at all. I am out of my depth here and I should not have got into it. The first gentleman was a fellow of about twenty-five or so. Bargained me up a bit about how much I would advance. The second young gentleman was an Indian of some description. Very well-spoken. But when he showed me his pledge I could not conceal my surprise. Such an unusual jewel – and two like it in a week! The gentleman observed my unguarded reaction, and began to ask me most pressing questions. At last I showed him the other man’s pledge.”

‘“Did he attempt to acquire it?” I asked.

‘“I told him in no uncertain terms that the period laid down by law during which the pledge had to remain with me was six months.”

‘“And he went away content with that?”

‘“He extracted from me a promise that I would let him know immediately, within the hour be it day or night, when the other man redeemed his jewel.”

‘“Could I ask you to extend the same courtesy to me?” I said.

‘“I really don’t think so, Lord Peter. As far as I can see you have no business with either jewel. I have already overstepped the mark in talking to you so frankly.”

‘“Tell me, then, how are you to tell these stones apart? Can you read the inscriptions?”

‘“Indeed not. But the Indian gentleman instructed me. He was very emphatic in telling me that on his jewel the first letter was rounded, and on the other man’s jewel the first letter would be pointed.

‘“I made a clear mental note of that in case it came in handy.”’

8

Dinner in the Wimsey household was not as it had been before the war. The grand dining-room was seldom used. Instead the family ate in the little breakfast-room, at a pretty Victorian oval table, small enough for them to hear each other speak. No longer did a maid serve their food for them; instead it was laid as a buffet on a huge sideboard for them to help themselves. There was still white linen and silver flatware, and even a pair of candlesticks, though they retained the wartime instinct to conserve the candles, which were lit only on an occasional impulse.

Bunter and the cook kept things going with the help of a cheerful daily, who was rather apt to break things. The life of the family had shrunk within the ample grandeur of the London house, and now resembled the easier life they led in the country. Nobody changed for dinner unless there were guests. The formalities – those candlesticks, Bunter’s ‘Dinner is served,’ routine, the announcement of guests, the coffee after dinner in the library – all these continued in a faintly self-mocking manner, a form of affectionate nostalgia for the vanished glory of ‘before the war’. During the war and under the rigours of rationing it had been easier to pool resources, and although things were eased quite a bit by now, the Bunters’ ration books were still held by the cook, the meals were shared, and now and then both Mr and Mrs Bunter sat down to eat with the family.

The Wimsey boys didn’t pick up the nuances, and regarded their parents as incredibly stuffed shirts. Bredon, the eldest, even made a habit of calling Bunter ‘Mervyn’. He had yet to grasp that this was unwelcome to Bunter, leave alone why it was, but he was, after all, only sixteen.

Since Bredon and young Peter Bunter were on leave from Eton, dinner that evening was jolly and rowdy, and Peter affected the baffled parent pose all through it. Coherent conversation would have been difficult, and was not attempted.

After dinner, however, Bredon and PB went off to play a game of real tennis at the Queen’s Club, and as soon as it was cleared the younger boys began a game of Monopoly on the dining-room table. Lord Peter and Harriet retreated to the drawing-room.

‘And then, Peter?’ Harriet asked. ‘What did you do about the villainous Mr Northerby?’

‘I havered a bit. What should I have done, Harriet?’

‘You should have gone straight to the police.’

‘Arguable. But I suppose I didn’t yet see myself as an investigator by trade or choice. I still thought of what I was doing as helping the Attenbury family. Friends of my mother’s. I suppose I could have asked them if they wanted young Northerby cast into irons. I’m afraid I didn’t. I decided to confront Northerby myself.’

‘Entirely by yourself?’

‘No; because Bunter would be there. I asked Northerby to call on me.’

‘And he declined to come?’

‘Yes. How did you know?’

‘Because that is what I would have done in his position.’

‘Ah. So I had no option but to call on him.’

‘And you found him not at home?’

‘Once, twice, three times. So I thought, Righty-ho, young fellow-my-lad, it’ll have to be the police. And then I thought perhaps the threat of the police would serve as well as Inspector Sugg in person. And it did. It brought Northerby round to my flat within an hour of receiving my note, and in a pretty foul mood.’

‘“Wimsey, I’ll thank you not to meddle in matters which are none of your business,” was his opening shot.

‘“I am acting in the interests of my family friends,” I said.

‘“You are sadly mistaken in your judgement of what they are,” he said. “How will harassing me help the Attenburys? Unless you were hoping to marry Charlotte yourself I cannot see what you think you are doing.”

‘“Recovering stolen property for them,” I said. “Perhaps I should tell you at once that I know where the emerald is.”

‘“I have nothing to say on this subject,” he said.

‘“I know where the emerald is, and I am minded to tell the police. I do not know what sum of money Attenbury would have to find to redeem his property, but the police can recover it without any cost to him at all. When they have done so I imagine they will want to talk to you.”

‘“You fool, Wimsey!” he said. “You meddling idiot! What do you mean by referring to the jewel as stolen? Why should I steal from my future wife?”

‘“I imagine because your debts were too pressing to wait for the marriage,” I said. I was having cold feet, Harriet. I had not yet met the bluster and affected outrage of the crook in the face of his accusers which have become wearily familiar to me in the years between.

‘“The gems are Charlotte’s,” he said. “And Charlotte knows all about this. It is outrageous to talk of theft and threaten me with the police. I demand an apology, Wimsey.”

‘“Charlotte knows about it?” I was very surprised at that.

‘“Of course she does. What do you take me for?”

‘“Then I take it you would have no objection to accompanying me now to the Attenburys’ London house and asking her to confirm what you say. I think we will find them all at home.”

‘“Is that really necessary?” he said. He was beginning to falter.

‘“Either that or the police. As you wish.”

‘He blustered a bit more, and made as if to leave, but he found Bunter standing in the drawing-room door, arms folded, legs planted firmly apart. So he caved in, and we all got our coats on and toddled round to Attenbury’s.

‘And there, Harriet, quite a charade was played out. We got there around six, and the family were assembled in the drawing-room. Northerby did not so much as glance at his lordship or her ladyship, he advanced straight to Charlotte, took her two hands in his, looked her straight in the eyes, and said, “Dearest, I’m afraid there has been a serious muddle. I must ask you to tell Wimsey here that you know all about the supposedly missing emerald. That you gave it to me. Otherwise I am in trouble.”

‘That girl rose to the occasion magnificently. She turned to me wide-eyed, advanced a pace or two towards me, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “Yes, Peter, of course I know about the emerald.”

‘Attenbury positively roared at his daughter: “Charlotte!
What
do you know about the emerald?”

‘“I was going to tell you very soon, Father,” she said.

‘Northerby had regained his composure. “This can be sorted out quickly,” he said. “Charlotte, if you will just tell everybody that you knew I was going to pawn it.”

‘“Yes, Reggie, I knew,” she said, and then she burst into tears.

‘Well then, as you can imagine, Harriet, the fur flew. Attenbury went pale as ashes, and said in a strangulated sort of voice, “Charlotte! Let me understand you. You gave the king-stone to your fiancé, knowing he was going to pawn it? I suppose he gave you some sob-raiser about being short of cash?”

‘“Yes, Father,” she said. She was shaking like a leaf.

‘“Oh, Charlotte!” cried Lady Attenbury. “What about Jeannette? You were going to lay the blame on Jeannette?”

‘“Only for a while, Mother,” she said. “When we got married we would have sorted it out.”

‘“Because the fellow would then have flogged the whole lot!” cried Attenbury. “Leave us at once, Mr Northerby, if you please, and come and see me first thing tomorrow morning.”

‘“I think I ought to go too,” I said.

‘“Stay, please, Wimsey,” said Attenbury. Northerby took himself off at once. It was horribly embarrassing. Charlotte was now standing in the middle of the room, weeping her eyes out. But perhaps just because I wasn’t family, it was me she spoke to.

‘“Oh, Peter!” she said. “I promised to marry Reggie, and everybody knows I did, and now I don’t want to, and what am I going to do?”

‘“Stop crying if you can, Charlotte,” said Lady Attenbury, “and sit down. And tell us the truth. Did you really give the king-stone to Reggie to take to the pawnshop?”

‘“Yes; no…not exactly…”

‘“Not exactly!” cried her father. “Well, do you mind telling us what, inexactly, you
did
do? And take a care what you say, my girl, because I won’t have any footling about on a matter like this!”

‘“Attenbury,” said Lady Attenbury, “it really won’t help to shout at her. She’s beside herself already.”

‘“Bloody women!” cried his lordship. “You get it out of her, and come and tell me when you have. Come along, Wimsey, come and have a drink.”

‘So I missed some of the best bit. Lady Attenbury joined us in the smoking-room about half an hour later. It seemed that Charlotte really had known that Reggie was short of money. She had agreed that the emeralds could be pawned, or discreetly sold. She didn’t like them much anyway.

‘“
Discreetly
sold? The whole of London would have been talking!” cried Attenbury.

‘“She seems not to realise that, Arthur. She hasn’t much idea of an important jewel.”

‘“She shan’t have them, then.”

‘“The main thing I have winkled out of her is that she thought the jewels would be pawned after her marriage. She did agree to that. She did not know that Reginald intended to take and pawn the king-stone beforehand. And although she is not very coherent on the subject I really think she suspected he
had
taken the stone. It seems that he entered her room to kiss her just before going off to change for dinner, and she left him there just for long enough to go along the landing and call to Ottalie.”

‘“It’s simple theft, then, Claire. The fellow is a thief. I shall call the police.”

‘Attenbury got up from his chair, as if he thought to do that at once. Lady Attenbury stopped him.

‘“Just wait a moment, Arthur. The police will not have the benefit of what I have just told you. Charlotte is adamant. She no longer wants to marry Mr Northerby but she will not give evidence against him. If he is prosecuted, she will tell the police, and a court if need be, that she gave the stone to him.”

‘“She’ll damn well do what she’s told!” cried Lord Attenbury.

‘“I’m not sure that she will, Arthur. And what are you going to do about it? Beat her?”

‘I chipped in: “Better not beat a witness, old friend. Suborning witnesses is a serious matter.”

‘“Suborning her? Getting her to tell the truth? What’s wrong with that, may I ask?”

‘“Once you start bullying a witness, leave alone beating her, nobody can tell if her evidence is the truth or not.”

‘“We shall all look like insurance crooks. Is that what she wants?”

‘“She wants to break off her engagement and be rid of Mr Northerby without a scandal. Without his going to prison. And, Arthur, that’s what I want, too. Can it be managed?”

‘“Who would have children,” he said, slumping down in an armchair.

‘“What can we do, Peter?” Lady Attenbury said, turning to me.

‘I was thinking it over. “You can simply ‘find’ the jewel, and tell the police that it’s all a terrible error, and the jewel has been found.”

‘“To do that we’d have to get it back,” Attenbury pointed out.

‘“You’d have to get it out of hock, yes. If you leave it where it is, and the marriage doesn’t go ahead, I think Northerby won’t be able to redeem it. So when the six months are up it will probably get sent off to Amsterdam to be re-cut. And someone is certain to recognise it.”

‘“You mean I’ve actually got to
pay
for it?” He almost howled, he was so angry.

‘“I think it is in pledge for around a third of its value,” I said.

‘“That would be still a tidy sum, Wimsey” he said. “Enough to hurt.”

‘“We can sell my diamonds to cover it, Arthur,” Lady Attenbury said.

‘His lordship got out of his chair, and went across to his wife, and patted her gently on the back of the hand. “No, no, my dear, wouldn’t hear of that,” he said. “When I see you wearing those, I remember the first evening I ever saw you…I’ll manage somehow. Sell a farm or two.”