Chapter 34
SECTION 34 OF GREEN EYES All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. GREEN EYES BY ROY J. Snell THE TREASURE CHEST
That night, just as the clock was striking twelve, an interesting company gathered in Petite Jean's parlor. The lady cop was there. So too was sun-tanned Tilly, minus her faded bathing suit,
looking quite stunning in a new dress of dark green, her big eyes shining with interest. Tilly sat in a corner. Close beside her was the poor little rich girl, who once had pledged her parents' rubies and lost.
She knew Tilly, and without having the least notion what it was all about, had come at her request. Petite Jean and Florence completed the company.
A tale was to be told. Secrets, they hoped, were to be revealed. With her taste for the dramatic, Petite Jean had insisted that the affair be carried off in the grand manner. Electric lights were off.
Shades were down. Four flickering candles furnished faint illumination for the room. On the very center of the rug rested the mysterious oriental trunk, which had caused many a palpitation of the heart. It gave off a pungent odor of the forest.
But how did you get it? The lady cob exclaimed on seeing it. When I learned that the gamblers did not take it on their flight, I gave it up. Thought it was burned in their cottage.
Florence held up a hand. It had been Jean's decree that she should tell the story. You will remember, Florence began, that it was my good fortune to be permitted to pour a few quarts of water from the lungs of a gypsy child.
In other words, you saved her life, suggested the lady cop. Something like that. The gypsies are a loyal and grateful people. I've always known that. From the time I saved her child's life,
that gypsy mother had it in mind to repay the service. She has done it. Three nights ago she told me the answer to the riddles that have vexed our minds and lost us sleep. Yes, she even told me where I would find the three Oriental rubies,
which were so unfairly taken from Miss Eerie. The—the rubies! The eerie girl sprang to her feet. Tilly pulled her down. Wait, she whispered.
At that moment Florence felt her heart sink to her shoes. What if, for once, the uncanny knowledge of the gypsy woman had failed? What if the three rubies were, after all, irrevocably lost? The die is cast. She told herself sternly.
I must go on. You will recall, she said, turning to the lady cop, that on the night when we first entered your cabin, we, petite Jean and I, had just had our rowboat swamped by some reckless
or willfully wicked people in a speedboat. The lady cop nodded. You thought they had been after you. I thought it was the reckless prank of some rich young people. You were right.
The boat was driven by one of the younger gamblers. His pal and two gypsies were on board. They suspected you, meant to drown you. They got us instead, and that's that, Florence sighed. Now the trunk.
Everyone moved forward. Not so fast, she cautioned. I'm going to account for its presence here. You thought, again she turned to the lady cop, that the gamblers got your trunk.
They meant to. They were a few hours late. Tilly and I got it the night before. You? There was incredulity in the lady cop's eyes.
That's once when a prank turned out well, Florence smiled. Tilly and I meant to fill it with balsam tips and returned it. We have, see? She threw up the lid of the trunk, and at once the air of the room was heavy with the natural perfume of the forest. We kept the trunk till now, she said quietly, and that's that.
And now we come to our big night, Tillie's and mine, the night we were kidnapped. In this instance there were three possibilities. It might have been a prank indulged in by reckless young people. The gamblers may have done it, or the gypsies. Tilly thought it was the work of the gamblers,
because she came upon a gypsy feast that night. Jean blamed the gypsies. They were both right. By this time the two rather striking young gypsy girls had learned who Jean was.
They had hated her in France. They hated her still. They could not get at her. She stayed in the cabin. They proposed to take out their spite on her friends.
The gamblers hated Tilly. They combined forces and prepared to show us a rough time. Well, she ended grimly. They succeeded. After cutting our boat loose,
they came ashore to prepare a meal and eat it. It was this feast that Jean's bear interrupted. They fled. And all this, said Petit Jean, coming out from among the pillows in a dark corner
goes to prove that we owe a most humble apology to my beloved Green Eyes and to her friends of the Eerie Cottage. We suspected you of pranks, which were quite impossible for you to perform.
She spoke the last to Miss Eerie. Oh, that's quite all right. The rich girl's tone was friendly. We do not expect to be entirely understood. We were taught by my father,
when we were very young, that to take advantage of others because of wealth or power is the act of a coward, that there are such rich cowards one can't deny. We hope there are very few. Jean beamed her thanks for this speech. But Florence, she cried suddenly, this does not explain the green eyes I saw in the deserted lumber camp that night. You must work out your own solution for that, again Florence smiled. Some wild creature was hiding there. Or you were
having a case of nerves. Our gypsy friend knew a surprising lot. She did not know everything. No more could she tell what caused the fire on Gambler's Island. But, but the rubies, exclaimed Miss Eerie, as the story seemed about to end. That, said Florence, true to Jean's dramatic conception, is to be the last touch. According to our gypsy friend's story, the three rubies are supposed to have been hidden
in some secret pocket of this ancient trunk, and there they should be still. The trunk! The trunk! Trunk! came from the lips of Tilly, the lady cop, and the eerie girl all at once. We will now proceed to find out. Florence's voice took on a businesslike tone. Jean, a blanket.
We'll dump these balsam tips in it and tie up the corners. When the trunk seemed empty, all crowded around. Lighted only by candles, Florence began prodding and thumping with a chisel until at last she brought forth a hollow sound. A section of the trunk's false bottom was pried up,
and then they started back. for in that dim light small eyes appeared to gleam up at them. The spell lasted for but a moment. Then Florence's hand went down and came out full of gems. A regular treasure chest.
There was awe in the lady cop's voice. The next instant she had taken something from beneath her coat and was pinning it on Florence's breast. It was her detective badge. Now she exclaimed,
That is where it belongs. No, no, the girl removed the badge and returned it to its place. I had all the luck. It will be quite different in the future. Who knows, said the lady cop quite soberly. The trunk proved to be the hiding place for a noteworthy collection of gems. The police had taken it in a raid, and quite ignorant of its value had sold it. Some of the jewels were returned to their rightful owners. Several remained
unclaimed. So Florence, Petite Jean, Tilly, and the Lady Cop are all richer by a jewel or two, while the poor little rich girl regained her standing in her family by returning the much-prized bauble to its place in the collection. The gypsy drama with Petite Jean playing a leading role enjoyed a long run. In the meantime, Florence was not idle.
Fresh adventures came to her. Was the lady cop one of her companions? Was petite Jean? Was Tilly? Did Betty come back?
You will find the answer to all these questions in our next book to be entitled The Golden Circle End of the Project Gutenberg e-book Green Eyes
End of Section 34 Read by John Brandon September 17, 2024 End of Green Eyes By Roy J. Snell
