But he never got the chance to begin his plan. By noon a policeman
had arrested him for the jewel robbery at Shotover Grange. His
fingerprints, for he had opened the safe without gloves, were all over
the room, and no one believed him when he said that the wife of the
owner of the house had asked him to open the safe for her. The wife
herself, a gray-haired, sharp-tongued woman of sixty, said that the
story was nonsense. Horace is now the assistant librarian in the
prison. He often thinks of the charming, clever young lady who was in
the same profession as he was, and who tricked him. He gets very
angry when anyone talks about ‘honour among thieves’.