My Lady's Money HTML version
ON the day after Isabel's departure, diligent Mr. Troy set forth for the Head Office
in Whitehall to consult the police on the question of the missing money. He had
previously sent information of the robbery to the Bank of England, and had also
advertised the loss in the daily newspapers.
The air was so pleasant, and the sun was so bright, that he determined on
proceeding to his destination on foot. He was hardly out of sight of his own
offices when he was overtaken by a friend, who was also walking in the direction
of Whitehall. This gentleman was a person of considerable worldly wisdom and
experience; he had been officially associated with cases of striking and notorious
crime, in which Government had lent its assistance to discover and punish the
criminals. The opinion of a person in this position might be of the greatest value
to Mr. Troy, whose practice as a solicitor had thus far never brought him into
collision with thieves and mysteries. He accordingly decided, in Isabel's interests,
on confiding to his friend the nature of his errand to the police. Concealing the
name, but concealing nothing else, he described what had happened on the
previous day at Lady Lydiard's house, and then put the question plainly to his
"What would you do in my place?"
"In your place," his friend answered quietly, "I should not waste time and money
in consulting the police."
"Not consult the police!" exclaimed Mr. Troy in amazement. "Surely, I have not
made myself understood? I am going to the Head Office; and I have got a letter
of introduction to the chief inspector in the detective department. I am afraid I
omitted to mention that?"