The Mystery of the Boule Cabinet | Page 2

men and of the world gained by much travel and
by a detached, humourous and penetrating habit of mind.
He came forward to meet me, as I gave his man my hat and stick, and
we shook hands heartily. I was glad to see him, and I think he was glad
to see me. He was looking in excellent health, and brown from the
voyage over.
"It's plain to see that the trip did you good," I said.
"Yes," he agreed; "I never felt more fit. But come along; we can talk at
table. There's a little difficulty I want you to untangle for me." I
followed him upstairs to his study, where a table laid for two had been
placed near a low window.
"I had lunch served up here," Vantine explained, as we sat down,
"because this is the only really pleasant room left in the house. If I
didn't own that plot of ground next door, this place would be

impossible. As it is, I can keep the sky-scrapers far enough away to get
a little sunshine now and then. I've had to put in an air filter, too; and
double windows in the bedrooms to keep out the noise; but I dare say I
can manage to hang on."
"I can understand how you'd hate to move into a new house," I said.
Vantine made a grimace.
"I couldn't endure a new house. I'm used to this one--I can find my way
about in it; I know where things are. I've grown up here, you know; and,
as a man gets older, he values such associations more and more.
Besides, a new house would mean new fittings, new furniture--"
He paused and glanced about the room. Every piece of furniture in it
was the work of a master.
"I suppose you found some new things while you were away?" I said.
"You always do. Your luck's proverbial."
"Yes--and it's that I wanted to talk to you about, I brought back six or
eight pieces; I'll show them to you presently. They are all pretty good,
and one is a thing of beauty. It's more than that--it's an absolutely
unique work of art. Only, unfortunately, it isn't mine."
"It isn't yours?"
"No; and I don't know whose it is. If I did, I'd go buy it. That's what I
want you to do for me. It's a Boule cabinet--the most exquisite I ever
saw."
"Where did it come from?" I questioned, more and more surprised.
"It came from Paris, and it was addressed to me. The only explanation I
can think of is that my shippers at Paris made a mistake, sent me a
cabinet belonging to some one else, and sent mine to the other person."
"You had bought one, then?"

"Yes; and it hasn't turned up. But beside this one, it's a mere daub. My
man Parks got it through the customs yesterday. As there was a Boule
cabinet on my manifest, the mistake wasn't discovered until the whole
lot was brought up here and uncrated this morning."
"Weren't they uncrated in the customs?"
"No; I've been bringing things in for a good many years, and the
customs people know I'm not a thief."
"That's quite a compliment," I pointed out. "They've been tearing things
wide open lately."
"They've had a tip of some sort, I suppose. Come in," he added,
answering a tap at the door.
The door opened and Vantine's man came in.
"A gentleman to see you, sir," he said, and handed Vantine a card.
Vantine looked at it a little blankly.
"I don't know him," he said. "What does he want?"
"He wants to see you, sir; very bad, I should say."
"What about?"
"Well, I couldn't just make out, sir; but it seems to be important."
"Couldn't make out? What do you mean, Parks?"
"I think he's a Frenchman, sir; anyway, he don't know much English.
He ain't much of a looker, sir--I've seen hundreds like him sitting out in
front of the cafés along the boulevards, taking all afternoon to drink a
bock."
Vantine seemed struck by a sudden idea, and he looked at the card
again. Then he tapped it meditatively on the table.

"Shall I show him out, sir?" asked Parks, at last.
"No," said Vantine, after an instant's hesitation. "Tell him to wait," and
he dropped the card on the table beside his plate.
"I tell you, Lester," he went on, as Parks withdrew, "when I went
downstairs this morning and saw that cabinet, I could hardly believe
my eyes. I thought I knew furniture, but I hadn't any idea such a cabinet
existed. The most beautiful I had ever seen is at the Louvre. It stands in
the Salle Louis Fourteenth, to the left as you enter. It