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The Professor


My Dear Vane: A line in haste. If you possibly manage it, come down here by 4 o’clock train. My mother’s diamond been stolen. Don’t bring a detective; we’ll try it ourselves first. Telegraph if you can come. Yours in haste, H. Cargill.


My friend Harold was waiting for me when I reached the little station about 7 o’clock in the evening, and on the drive home I learned a few more particulars. The robbery had taken place, as far as could be judged, either during the night before last or on the preceding day. The house and the effects of the servants had been searched without avail, and Harold had only waited my arrival before taking further steps. We talked the matter over at great length, both on our way home and after dinner. That one of the servants was guilty seemed to me quite evident, but I could convince neither of the others on this point.

Mrs. Cargill left us soon to our wine, and I continued my endeavors without avail to prove to Harold that strict measures should at once be taken with all the servants. He contended that a thorough search had already been made.

“My dear fellow,” I said at length, “you should have allowed me to use my discretion in the matter, and I would have brought you down a French detective or two.”

“And what would your detectives have done? Made up a nice story, implicating one or all of the servants, and probably the gardener as an out-door agent, but not found the diamond. Now where is the use of investigations unless we recover the diamond?”

A happy thought struck me as he spoke. “If your object, Harold, is entirely the recovery of the diamond and not the punishment of the thief, I have a suggestion to make… Read More