She came over to him shaking her head. I have always likes the wrong kind of people.” She said.
She picked up a silver box from the table and took a cigarette from it. Horace, eager to please her and seeing that she might help him, took of his gloves and gave her his cigarette lighter.
“You’ll let me go?” He held the lighter toward her.
“Yes, but only if you’ll do something for me”
“Anything you say.”
Before we left for London, I promised my husband to take my jewels to our bank; but I left them her him the safe. I want to wear them to a party tonight, so I come down to get them, but…”
Horace smiled. “Like a woman, you’ve forgotten the numbers to open the safe. Haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
:Just leave it to me and you’ll have them within an hour. But I’ll have to break your safe” Don’t worry about that. My husband won’t be here for a month and I’ll have the safe mended by that time.”
And within an hour Horace had opened the safe, given her the jewels, and gone happily away.
For today he kept his promise to the kind young lady. On the morning of the third day. however, he thought of the book he wanted add he knew he would have to look for another safe. But he never got the chance to begin his plan. By noon a policeman had attested him to the jewel robbery at Shotover Grange.
His fingerprints, for he had opened the safe without gloves, were all over the room, and no one believed his story of the wife of the owner of the house asking him to open the safe for her, The wife herself, a gray-haired, sharp-tongued woman of sixty, said that the story was nonsense.