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He was too late for this to-day, and therefore he went to his lodgings, and then down to the House. In the House he sat all the night with his hat over his eyes, making those little calculations of which I have spoken. "You have heard the news; haven't you?" said Mr Bott to him, whispering in his ear. "News; no. I haven't heard any news."
"There, there, don't keep the lady waiting." Alice turned from the room, closely followed by Bott. Reaching the stairs, she swept up the long flight with the swift grace of a swallow. Bott hurried after her as fast as he could; but she gained her bedroom door enough in advance to shut and lock it between them, leaving him kicking and swearing in the hall.
He urged Bott to notify the police of the theft, but the old man was prostrated with grief, and it was the wife who, with Ellen Clancy, finally accompanied Flechter to Police Headquarters. The police had no idea who had taken the old fellow's fiddle, and did not particularly care anyway. Later they cared a good deal.
All this took time, and at last, on April 28th, 1895, poor old Bott died in his boarding-house in Hoboken. After the funeral the widow settled up her affairs, changing her boarding place temporarily, and, having no ties in this country, determined to return to end her days in the Fatherland.
Bott a sheet of paper, saying: "I have written something down here. If you have that printed and put a reward to it you will get your violin back." The wording, partly printed and partly written in script, ran as follows: VIOLIN LOST. $500 REWARD. No questions asked for return of instrument taken from residence of Jean Bott March 31, 1894, 355 W. 31st St. Absolute safety and secrecy guaranteed.
He watched her now as closely as Mrs Marsham and Mr Bott had watched her before; and she always knew that he was doing so. She made the matter worse by continually proposing to do things which she knew he would not permit, in order that she might enjoy the fun of seeing his agony and amazement. But this, though it was fun to her at the moment, produced anything but fun, as its general result.
"Indeed, no," said Mr Bott. Alice knew that she was being accused of being robust herself; but she bore it in silence. Ploughboys and milkmaids are robust, and the accusation was a heavy one. Alice, however, thought that she would not have minded it, if she could have allowed herself to reply; but this at the moment of her going away she could not do.
Half distracted the musician and his wife searched everywhere in the room, in closets, under beds, even behind the curtains, before they could bring themselves to admit that the violin had in fact disappeared. Frantically Bott called for Ellen, the servant girl. Yes, there had been a caller a young man with dark hair and a small, dark mustache at about five o'clock.
Mr Palliser got up and went, and was followed at once by Mr Bott, who succeeded in getting hold of his arm in the lobby. Had not Mr Palliser been an even-tempered, calculating man, with a mind and spirit well under his command, he must have learned to hate Mr Bott before this time.
When I left you last night at Lady Monk's, do you believe in your heart that I trusted to Mrs Marsham's eyes rather than to your own truth? Do you think that I have lived in fear of Mr Fitzgerald?" "No, Plantagenet; I do not think so." "Do you believe that I have commissioned Mr Bott to watch your conduct? Answer me, Glencora."
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