Stephen sprang into the thief’s path. But though the young thief could not entirely escape Stephen (who was nimble), Stephen was not quite able to fasten on to the thief (who was slippery). The thief held a long bundle wrapped in a red cloth, which he somehow contrived to tip into Stephen’s hands, before darting in among a crowd of people outside Hemmings’s, the goldsmith. These people were but newly emerged from Hemmings’s and knew nothing of the pursuit, so they did not spring apart when the thief arrived among them. It was impossible to say which way he went.

Stephen stood, holding the bundle. The cloth, which was a soft, old velvet, slipped away, revealing a long rod of silver.

The first of the pursuers to arrive was a dark, handsome gentleman sombrely, but elegantly dressed in black. “You had him for a moment,” he said to Stephen.

“I am only sorry, sir,” said Stephen, “that I could not hold him for you. But, as you see, I have your property.” Stephen offered the man the rod of silver and the red velvet cloth but the man did not take them.

“It was my mother’s fault!” said the gentleman, angrily. “Oh! How could she be so negligent? I have told her a thousand times that if she left the drawing-room window open, sooner or later a thief would come in by it. Have I not said so a hundred times, Edward? Have I not said so, John?” The latter part of this speech was addressed to the gentleman’s servants, who had come running up after their master. They lacked breath to reply, but were able to assure Stephen by emphatic nods that the gentleman had indeed said so.

“All the world knows that I keep many treasures at my house,” continued the gentleman, “and yet she continues to open the window in spite of my entreaties! And now, of course, she sits weeping for the loss of this treasure which has been in my family for hundreds of years. For my mother takes great pride in our family and all its possessions. This sceptre, for example, is proof that we are descended from the ancient kings of Wessex, for it belonged to Edgar or Alfred or someone of that sort.”

“Then you must take it back, sir,” urged Stephen. “Your mother, I dare say, will be much relieved to see it safe and sound.”