The Talisman Ring

Sir Tristram did not remain long at the Red Lion, but soon called for his horse, promising to return in time for dinner. No more startling events occurred during the course of the afternoon, and no suspicious strangers entered the tap-room. Sir Tristram came back shortly after six o’clock, and Nye, bolting the door into the coffee-room, released Ludovic, who had reached the point of announcing with considerable acrimony that if coming into possession of his inheritance entailed many more days spent underground, he would prefer to return to his free-trading.

After dinner Miss Thane had the tact to suggest that they should sit down to a game of loo, and in this way the evening passed swiftly, Ludovic’s problem being for the time forgotten, and the game proving so engrossing that it was not until after eleven o’clock that Miss Thane thought to look at the timepiece on the mantelshelf. The party then broke up, and the ladies had just picked up their candles when Nye’s voice was suddenly heard somewhere above-stairs, raised in ferocious surprise.

Sir Tristram, signing to the others to remain where they were, went quickly out into the coffee-room, just as Nye came down the stairs, dragging by the collar a scared-looking stable-boy. When he saw Shield he said: ‘I’ve just found this young varmint in Sir Hugh’s bedchamber, your Honour. Down you come, you! Now then, what were you doing up there?’

The stable-boy whimpered that he meant no harm, and tried to squirm out of the landlord’s hold. Nye shook him, almost lifting him from the ground, and Sir Tristram said: ‘Is he one of your lads, Nye?’

‘Ay, sir, he’s one of my lads right enough, but he’ll belong to the Parish Constable in the morning,’ said Nye with awful meaning. ‘A thief, that’s what he is, and will likely be transported. That or hanged.’

‘I ain’t a thief ! I never meant no harm, Mr Nye, I swear I didn’t! I ain’t took a thing that belongs to the big gentleman, nor wouldn’t!’

‘What were you doing in his bedchamber?’ demanded Nye. ‘You’ve no business inside the house, and well you know it! Came creeping in through a window, that’s what you did, and don’t you dare to deny it! There’s the ladder you used for anyone to see. Feeling in the pockets of Sir Hugh’s coats he was, sir, the young vagabond! What’s that you’ve got in your hand? Give it up this instant!’

The boy made a futile attempt to break away, but Nye seized his right arm and gave it a twist that made him cry out and relinquish the object he had been trying to conceal. It was a quizzing-glass belonging to Sir Hugh Thane.

Nye stared at it for a moment, his countenance slowly reddening with wrath. His grip tightened on the stable-boy’s collar. ‘So that’s it, is it?’ he said. ‘You’ll be sorry for this, Sam Barker!’

Sir Tristram, taking the glass from him, interposed in his quiet way: ‘Let him go, Nye. Now, my lad, if you speak the truth no harm shall come to you. Who told you to steal this?’

The boy cowered as far from Nye as he was able, and said: ‘It were Mr Lavenham’s gentleman, your Honour, and ’deed I didn’t know there was any harm! He come asking me if I’d like to earn twenty guineas for myself, all for finding an eyeglass Mr Lavenham mislaid here. It was the big gentleman as had got it, he said, and if I found it, and no one the wiser, there’d be twenty golden guineas for me. It weren’t like stealing, sir! I ain’t a thief !’

‘Oh, you ain’t, eh?’ said Nye. ‘And if Mr Lavenham mislaid his glass what should stop him coming to ask for it open? Don’t tell me you didn’t think there was any harm in it!’

‘It was Mr Lavenham’s eyeglass. Mr Gregg said if I didn’t ask no questions there’d be no trouble for anyone.’

‘There will be a great deal of trouble for you at least if you do not do precisely what I tell you now,’ said Sir Tristram sternly. ‘If you had your deserts you would be handed over to the Constable. But if you keep your mouth shut I will engage for it that Nye will overlook this fault. Understand me, I want no word of what has occurred to-night to come to Gregg’s ears, or to Mr Lavenham’s. If you are questioned you will tell them that you have had no opportunity to search Sir

Hugh’s room. Is that clear?’

The stable-boy, thankful to have escaped the retribution he had thought inevitable, assured him that it was quite clear. He stammered out his gratitude, promised eternal good behaviour, and fled.

Nye drew a long breath. ‘Begging your pardon, sir, but I’d a deal rather be rid of the young good-for-nothing. My own lads bribed! What next will we have, I’d like to know?’

Sir Tristram was looking at the quizzing-glass in his hand. He said slowly: ‘So they didn’t find it! I wonder…’ He broke off, and strode suddenly towards the parlour. He was met by demands to know what had happened, and replied briefly: ‘One of Nye’s stable-hands had been bribed to find the Beau’s quizzing-glass. He found this instead.’

‘But that’s mine!’ said Sir Hugh, regarding it fixedly.

‘I know it.’

‘Do you mean to tell me I’ve had my room ransacked again?’ demanded Sir Hugh.

‘No, I think you’ve merely had your pockets turned out. That’s not important.’

‘Not important!’ ejaculated Sir Hugh, considerably incensed. ‘And what if I’ve been robbed? I suppose that’s not important either! Burn it, I never was in such a house in my life! It’s for ever full of a set of rascals broken out of Newgate, and what with masked assassins, and Bow Street Runners, and young Lavenham here taking it into his head to live in the cellar, I don’t know where I am from one minute to the next. What’s more, you’re as bad as the rest of them, Sally!’

‘You haven’t been robbed,’ said Sir Tristram. ‘What I want to discover is why it is so vital to Basil to regain possession of that glass. Thane, where did you put it? For God’s sake try to remember! I suspect it may be of the utmost importance!’

‘It is still in the inn, then!’ Miss Thane said. ‘Hugh, think, I implore you!’

‘Are you talking about the quizzing-glass you all said was Basil’s?’ inquired Ludovic.

Shield turned. ‘What do you mean, Ludovic? Did you not recognize it?’

‘No, I can’t say that I did,’ answered Ludovic. ‘Not that I’m disputing that it’s his, mind you. I dare say he bought it since my time.’

‘That,’ said Sir Tristram, ‘is precisely what I think he did do. It must be found if we have to turn this whole place upside down to do it!’

‘You needn’t do that,’ said Ludovic calmly. ‘Thane put it on the mantelshelf in the coffee-room. I saw him do it.’