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"There's a secret spring here somewhere," said Mabel, fumbling with fingers that had suddenly grown hot and damp. "Where?" said Lord Yalding. "Here," said Mabel impatiently, "only I can't find it." And she couldn't. She found the spring of the secret panel under the window all right, but that seemed to everyone dull compared with the jewels that everyone had pictured and two at least had seen.
"Auntie says he's too poor," said Mabel, and proceeded to tell the tale as she had heard it in the housekeeper's room: how Lord Yalding's uncle had left all the money he could leave away from Lord Yalding to Lord Yalding's second cousin, and poor Lord Yalding had only just enough to keep the old place in repair, and to live very quietly indeed somewhere else, but not enough to keep the house open or to live there; and how he couldn't sell the house because it was "in tale .
And I don't know how you did it, and I don't want to know. It was a rather silly trick." There was a gloomy pause. The rain beat against the long windows. "I say" Jimmy looked up at Lord Yalding with the light of a new idea in his round face "I say, if you're hard up, why don't you sell your jewels?"
"There's no real spring here, and it couldn't act because the ring wasn't here. You know Phoebus told us the ring was the heart of all the magic." "Shut it up and take the ring away and see. "So you see," said Mabel to Lord Yalding. "I see that the spring's very artfully concealed," said that dense peer. "I think it was very clever indeed of you to find it. And if those jewels are real ,"
He could not hear any of the conversation in the drawing-room, but he could command a view of the door, and in this way be certain that no one else heard any of it. Thus it was that when the drawing-room door opened Gerald was in a position to see Lord Yalding come out.
Lord Yalding selected me out of eleven applicants for the post of housekeeper here. I've not the slightest doubt the child was changed at birth and her rich relatives have claimed her." "But aren't you going to do anything tell the police, or" "Shish!" said Mabel. "I won't shish," said Jimmy. "Your Mabel's invisible that's all it is. She's just beside me now."
"No," said Mabel, flushing hotly, "I'm nothing grand at all. I'm Lord Yalding's housekeeper's niece." "But you know Lord Yalding, is it not?" "No," said Mabel, "I've never seen him." "He comes then never to his chateau?" "Not since I've lived there. But he's coming next week." "Why lives he not there?" Mademoiselle asked.
I've had about as much as I care for." "It's not ring-nonsense, said Jimmy: "there are shelves and shelves of beautiful family jewels. You can sell them and ," "Oh, no!" cried Mademoiselle, appearing like an oleograph of a duchess in the door of the picture-gallery; "don't sell the family jewels " "There aren't any, my lady," said Lord Yalding, going towards her. "I thought you were never coming."
"He said, as far as I can remember," said Lord Yalding, still in the same strange voice "he said: "My lord, your ancestral pile is Al. It is, in fact, The Limit. Its luxury is palatial, its grounds are nothing short of Edenesque. No expense has been spared, I should surmise. Your ancestors were whole-hoggers. They have done the thing as it should be done every detail attended to.
"Lord Yalding wanted to marry a lady his uncle didn't want him to, a barmaid or a ballet lady or something, and he wouldn't give her up, and his uncle said, 'Well then, and left everything to the cousin." "And you say he is not married." "No the lady went into a convent; I expect she's bricked-up alive by now." "Bricked ?"
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