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"The great ruby robbery: a detective story"

from the Strand (1892-sep)

by Grant Allen
I.

PERSIS REMANET was an American heiress. As she justly remarked, this was a
commonplace profession for a young woman nowadays; for almost everybody of late
years has been an American and an heiress. A poor Californian, indeed, would be
a charming novelty in London society. But London society, so far, has had to go
without one.

Persis Remanet was on her way back from the Wilcoxes' ball. She was stopping, of
course, with Sir Everard and Lady Maclure at their house at Hampstead. I say "of
course" advisedly; because if you or I go to see New York, we have to put up at
our own expense (five dollars a day, without wine or extras) at the Windsor or
the Fifth Avenue; but when the pretty American comes to London (and every
American girl is ex officio pretty, in Europe at least; I suppose they keep
their ugly ones at home for domestic consumption) she is invariably the guest
either of a dowager duchess or of a Royal Academician, like Sir Everard, of the
first distinction. Yankees visit Europe, in fact, to see, among other things,
our art and our old nobility; and by dint of native persistence they get into
places that you and I could never succeed in penetrating, unless we devoted all
the energies of a long and blameless life to securing an invitation.

Persis hadn't been to the Wilcoxes with Lady Maclure, however. The Maclures were
too really great to know such people as the Wilcoxes, who were something
tremendous in the City, but didn't buy pictures; and Academicians, you know, don't
care to cultivate City people — unless they're customers. ("Patrons," the
Academicians more usually call them; but I prefer the simple business word
myself, as being a deal less patronizing.) So Persis had accepted an invitation
from Mrs. Duncan Harrison, the wife of the well-known member for the Hackness
Division of Elmetshire, to take a seat in her carriage to and from the Wilcoxes.
Mrs. Harrison knew the habits and manners of American heiresses too well to
offer to chaperon Persis; and indeed, Persis, as a free-born American citizen,
was quite as well able to take care of herself, the wide world over, as any
three ordinary married Englishwomen.

Now, Mrs. Harrison had a brother, an Irish baronet, Sir Justin O'Byrne, late of
the Eighth Hussars, who had been with them to the Wilcoxes, and who accompanied
them home to Hampstead on the back seat of the carriage. Sir Justin was one of
those charming, ineffective, elusive Irishmen whom everybody likes and everybody
disapproves of. He had been everywhere, and done everything — except to earn an
honest livelihood. The total absence of rents during the sixties and seventies
had never prevented his father, old Sir Terence O'Byrne, who sat so long for
Connemara in the unreformed Parliament, from sending his son Justin in state to
Eton, and afterwards to a fashionable college at Oxford.