CONTENTS

Statement of Sophy Jeffers, lady’s maid
to the Marchioness of Castlecourt		[ 9]
Statement of Lilly Bingham, known in
England as Laura Brice, in the
United States as Frances Latimer,
to the police of both countries as
Laura the Lady, besides having recently
figured as a housemaid at
Burridge’s Hotel, London, under
the alias of Sara Dwight		[ 47]
Statement of Cassius P. Kennedy, formerly
of Necropolis City, Ohio, now
Manager of the London Branch of
the Colonial Box, Tub, and Cordage
Company (Ltd.) of Chicago and St.
Louis		[ 95]
Statement of John Burns Gilsey, private
detective, especially engaged on the
Castlecourt diamond case		[ 127]
The Statement of Daisy K. Fairweather
Kennedy, late of Necropolis City,
Ohio, at present a resident of 15
Farley Street, Knightsbridge, London		[ 157]
Statement of Gladys, Marchioness of
Castlecourt		[ 189]

Statement of Sophy Jeffers, lady’s
maid to the Marchioness of Castlecourt.

Statement of Sophy Jeffers, lady’s
maid to the Marchioness of Castlecourt.

I HAD been in Lady Castlecourt’s service two years when the Castlecourt diamonds were stolen. I am not going to give an account of how I was suspected and cleared. That’s not the part of the story I’m here to set down. It’s about the disappearance of the diamonds that I’m to tell, and I’m ready to do it to the best of my ability.

We were in London, at Burridge’s Hotel, for the season. Lord Castlecourt’s town house at Grosvenor Gate was let to some rich Americans, and for two years now we had stayed at Burridge’s. It was the third of April when we came to town—my lord, my lady, Chawlmers (my lord’s man), and myself. The children had been sent to my lord’s aunt, Lady Mary Cranbury—she who’s unmarried, and lives at Cranbury Castle, near Worcester.

Lord Castlecourt didn’t like going to the hotel at all. Chawlmers used to tell me how he’d talk sometimes. Chawlmers has been with my lord ten years, and was born on the estate of Castlecourt Marsh Manor. But my lord generally did what my lady wanted, and she was not at all partial to the country. She’d say to me—she was always full of her jokes:

“Yes, it’s an excellent place, the country—an excellent place to get away from, Jeffers. And the farther away you get the more excellent it seems.”

My lady had been born in Ireland, and lived there till she was a woman grown. It’s not for me to comment on my betters, but I’ve heard it said she didn’t have a decent frock to her back till old Lady Bundy took her up and brought her to London. Her father was a clergyman, the Rev. McCarren Duffy, of County Clare, and they do say he hadn’t a penny to his fortune, and that my lady ran wild in cotton frocks and with holes in her stockings till Lady Bundy saw her. I’ve heard tell that Lady Bundy said of her she’d be the most beautiful woman in London since the Gunnings (whoever they were), and just brought her up to town and fitted her out from top to toe. In a month she was the talk of the season, and before it was over she was betrothed to the Marquis of Castlecourt, who was a great match for her.

But she was the beggar on horseback you hear people talk about. Lord Castlecourt wasn’t what would be called a millionaire, but he gave her more in a month than she’d had before in five years, and she’d spend it all and want more. It seemed as if she didn’t know the value of money. If she’d see a pretty thing in a shop she’d buy it, and if she had not got the ready money they’d give her the credit; for, being the Marchioness of Castlecourt, all the shop people were on their knees to her, they were that anxious to get her patronage. Then when the bills would come in she would be quite surprised and wonder how she had come to spend so much, and hide them from Lord Castlecourt. Afterward she’d forget all about them, even where she’d put them.