'The plain fact is,' said Lady Faber, 'we are entertaining thieves. It
positively makes me shudder to look at my own guests, and to think that
some of them are criminals.'
We stood together in the conservatory of her house in Portman Square,
looking down upon a brilliant ballroom, upon a glow of colour, and the
radiance of unnumbered gems. She had taken me aside after the fourth
waltz to tell me that her famous belt of rubies had been shorn of one of
its finest pendants; and she showed me beyond possibility of dispute
that the loss was no accident, but another of those amazing thefts which
startled London so frequently during the season of 1893.