âperhaps it would interest you to see my famous necklace. By good fortune I have it in the house now, for the reason that an alteration is being made to one of the clasps by my jewellers.â
âI should like to see it immensely,â answered Carne. âAt one time and another I have had the good fortune to examine the jewels of the leading Indian princes, and I should like to be able to say that I had seen the famous Wiltshire necklace.â
âThen you shall certainly have that honour,â she answered with a smile. âIf you will ring that bell I will send for it.â
Carne rang the bell as requested, and when the butler entered he was given the key of the safe and ordered to bring the case to the drawing-room.
âWe must not keep it very long,â she observed while the man was absent. âIt is to be returned to the bank in an hourâs time.â
âI am indeed fortunate,â Carne replied, and turned to the description of some curious Indian wood carving, of which he was making a special feature in his book. As he explained, he had collected his illustrations from the doors of Indian temples, from the gateways of palaces, from old brass work, and even from carved chairs and boxes he had picked up in all sorts of odd corners. Her Grace was most interested.
âHow strange that you should have mentioned it,â she said. âIf carved boxes have any interest for you, it is possible my jewel case itself may be of use to you. As I think I told you during Lady Amberleyâs dinner, it came from Benares, and has carved upon it the portraits of nearly every god in the Hindu Pantheon.â
âYou raise my curiosity to fever heat,â said Carne.
A few moments later the servant returned, bringing with him a wooden box, about sixteen inches long, by twelve wide, and eight deep, which he placed upon a table beside his mistress, after which he retired.
âThis is the case to which I have just been referring,â said the Duchess, placing her hand on the article in question. âIf you glance at it you will see how exquisitely it is carved.â
Concealing his eagerness with an effort, Simon Carne drew his chair up to the table, and examined the box.
It was with justice she had described it as a work of art. What the wood was of which it was constructed Carne was unable to tell. It was dark and heavy, and, though it was not teak, closely resembled it. It was literally covered with quaint carving, and of its kind was an unique work of art.
âIt is most curious and beautiful,â said Carne when he had finished his examination. âIn all my experience I can safely say I have never seen its equal. If you will permit me I should very much like to include a description and an illustration of it in my book.â
âOf course you may do so; I shall be only too delighted,â answered Her Grace. âIf it will help you in your work I shall be glad to lend it to you for a few hours, in order that you may have the illustration made.â
This was exactly what Carne had been waiting for, and he accepted the offer with alacrity.
âVery well, then,â she said. âOn the day of my ball, when it will be brought from the bank again, I will take the necklace out and send the case to you. I must make one proviso, however, and that is that you let me have it back the same day.â
âI will certainly promise to do that,â replied Carne.
âAnd now let us look inside,â said his hostess.
Choosing a key from a bunch she carried in her pocket, she unlocked the casket, and lifted the lid. Accustomed as Carne had all his life been to the sight of gems, what he then saw before him almost took his breath away. The inside of the box, both sides and bottom, was quilted with the softest Russia leather, and on this luxurious couch reposed the famous necklace. The fire of the stones when the light caught them was sufficient to dazzle the