"You shall have them. You all know there have been a series of unaccountable thefts amongst us lately. The duchess's rubies have gone. Hardly a lady but has lost some valuable, my wife, amongst other things, a bracelet. The thief did not confine his attentions to the fair sex; but visited us men as well. They were not common thefts. From the circumstances attending them, the robber must have known us intimately, and had easy access to our quarters. Up to now the matter has been a mystery. A lot of people have been wrongly suspected, and two poor wretches are now swinging on the gibbet, condemned for nothing that I know of."
"It was done by my orders, sir," said D'Alegres, "the matter is beside the point."
"I stand corrected, General. Some little time ago a fortunate chance revealed to me who the culprit was. I made no sign, but set to work until complete proofs were in my hands."
"You have said so before. Why beat about the bush? If you have proofs, produce them?"
"A moment, sir. May I ask any of you to state what your most recent losses have been?"
"My medallion by Cimabue," put in Visconti in his drawling voice.
"Fifty fat gold crowns in a leather bag," grumbled Hawkwood, "the residue of the Abbot Basilio's ransom. God send such another prize to me, for I know not how to pay my lances."
There was a little laugh at Hawkwood's moan, but it soon stilled, and, one by one, each man stated his latest loss.
"I will add to these Madame's bracelet," said D'Entrangues, "and shall not be surprised if the duchess thanks me for her rubies to-morrow."
"Tremouille has sworn to crucify the thief if he is found."