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Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. Berkley Prime Crime titles by Rhys Bowen
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33

I worried a little as I went out onto the deck. I worried whether she’d spill the beans, or whether she might get hurt. But first I had to do my part and spread the word about my valuable jewel. It seemed that the ship was buzzing with rumor. I saw Algie Broxley-Foggett with Tubby Halliday and a group of young men. Algie waved. “Did you hear there has been a daring robbery?” he asked.

“I heard there had been several. All jewels,” a young American said. “Rather stupid not to keep the good stuff in the ship’s safe, I’d say.”

“But such a bore if you want to wear it in the evening,” I said. “I’m borrowing a divine bracelet from my cousin Queen Mary and I’m not keeping it in the safe. She said to me, ‘My dear, jewels are to be worn and enjoyed, not locked away,’ so I’m obeying. But my cabin is locked and my maid keeps an eye on it, so why worry.”

“Presumably this woman who had the diamond ring stolen has a maid and a locked cabin,” Tubby Halliday said. “I do hope they catch the blighter.”

My opinion of him rose a little until he added, “It will make a terrific scoop for me. Burglar caught red-handed on luxury liner. Your correspondent witnesses arrest—or better still aids in the capture.”

“Then you’d better start prowling the halls to see if the thief strikes again,” Algie said, “not wasting your time playing quoits with us loafers.”

DARCY DID NOT show his face all day. Nothing untoward happened and the only visitor at the cabin was a stewardess who knocked on the door with a pile of clean towels, asking if I had telephoned to request extras. I said I hadn’t and she went again. Evening came, my last evening on the ship. It should have been a romantic occasion—a final ball at sea and my beloved on board to dance with me. But my beloved and I were both occupied with trying to catch a thief and this would be a last chance for that thief to strike. I had butterflies in my stomach as I told Queenie to lay out my white silk evening pajamas. There was to be a black-and-white ball after dinner and for once I’d be dressed in something fashionable. I put them on and added a jet ornament to my hair and a jet bangle. Then I went the whole hog and put on a touch of bright red lipstick and a little rouge.