His man was right. The Countess of Nevin suite was missing. He swore violently and viciously. How could that have happened? He looked at his valet inquiringly, his blue eyes glittering dangerously behind his thick veil of lashes. The man gulped. "I-I don't know, sir. When Miss Jewitt returned the casket last night, I placed it in your dressing room. This morning she brought me the sapphires Lady Lucy wore last night. When I went to put them away, it was then I noticed that the—that the diamond and pearl set was missing!" "Did you leave my rooms at all last night or this morning?" The man shuddered. "Y-yes," he admitted. "When Jason, the footman, came and told me of the to-do up at the keep, I stepped downstairs with him to the servants' hall to hear the news. But I was only gone fifteen minutes, sir! I swear to you! And... and then again, this morning, when I nipped down to the kitchen for some coffee. I'm quite partial to that beverage in the morning," he mumbled miserably. Deveraux nodded.
