Illustration is “of A Jewel thief” drawn by Edwin Georgi
Photos are based on his vision
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It is unknown if the couple returning early to their hotel room after an evening out upset the thief’s plans. If so than a simple burgled apartment would have been the only consequence. As it was…..
The young couple had not been back more than fifteen minutes when the husband received a phone call summoning him to the hotel desk “to discuss a matter of some importance” the crisp, foreign accented female had informed him.
It was soon after he had left that the knock came at their door. The Wife, who had been left alone and was still in her evening attire, unquestioningly answered it.
A maid in uniform entered, and after ascertaining the lady was all alone, pulled a weapon out.
The lady was forced to hand over all the jewels she was wearing. Than forced to produce her other jewelry, the thief( not an employee of the hotel) seemed to know just what she was looking for.
The ladies purses and several other small, but quite valuable personal items were also taken in the hold-up.
The lady was not harmed.
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Below is a little more detailed report, received by the couples insurance company compiled from eyewitness accounts…..
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It had been an early evening. The friends who had invited them to the gala dance in London had bailed out on them. Not entirely their friends fault, her old school chums husband was a doctor and had received a call from the hospital about an emergency. His wife, 4 months pregnant, had decided to stay home for the evening. So they were, all dressed up and absolutely alone in the metropolis. Not knowing anyone at the ball , and finding the band not to their liking, they decided to call it an early evening. Their hotel was only a few blocks away ,so they decided to walk.
They reached their hotel without incident, although the wife had thought she had heard someone walking the fog filled walkway behind them, but when they turned there was nothing there. Jitters her husband chided her gently.
They reached their room at ten, some three hours after leaving it. At ten fifteen the phone rang in their room. It was the front desk, the manager on thye floor wishing to speak confidentially downstairs with the husband on an matter that required his urgent attention. He left immediately, still in black tie.
Within five minutes after the husband had left there was a knock at the door. A female voice announced room service. The wife opened the door a crack. A lady wearing a smart uniform was standing their holding a bottle in ice vase. The hotel had sent up a bottle of complimentary champagne, the maid explained, as her eyes remained glued to the ladies sparkling necklace.
The wife let the maid in and she walked over to a side table, asking the lady, still in her evening gown, where she had been, dressed such as she was. As the wife explained the lady turned and was asked if she was alone. No, my husband is with me, he had to leave for a few minutes, and she started to tell the maid about the call.
Listen princess, I don’t really want to hear your prattle, she snarled, pulling a short, wicked looking razor from the towel she had draped over an arm. Let’s have those jewels she said, holding the knife threateningly close to the startled wife’s heaving chest.., she spit out each word with an evil grin across her handsome face.
The wife stood frozen in fright, not believing that this maid was asking her to do. She was soon snapped out of it as the “maid” snarled, now princess, unless you want to bleed all over your pretty gown. The “maid” raised the razor to the wife’s chin, avoiding the feel of the blade, she was forced to look up towards the ceiling. The “maid with her free hand softly caressed the wife’s gown, mmm she whispered, expensive, then grasping the gowns brooch, she yanked it off, the wife could feel the edge of the knife pushing against her throat, almost slicing flesh.
Now she commanded, raising her voice, Start stripping them off . So In this position the wife was forced to removed her jewels, handing them over to the “maid” When she was finished removing every glittering piece she had been wearing that evening she was forced back to a divan and made to sit. The “maid picked up the wife’s expensively glittering purse and laid the jewels inside.
Very good princess, But I know there’s more. Where’s your jewel chest! She demanded. The wife shook her head, that’s all I have she stammered. The Maid again raised the razor to her chin, this time the wife could fell it starting to dig into her flesh. Don’t hold back now princess, the wife whimpered, and choked out, under my pillow.
The “maid” triumphantly back up to the bed and lifting the pillow, snatched up the sizable black velvet satin pouch that had been nestled underneath. The “ maid” dumped the contents onto The wife’s lap, shining and gleaming in rich luxury. She then held the open purse to her, and had her scoop it up and place it inside.
Okay, where are the pearls you wore to lunch yesterday. The wife jolted, she knew about her pearls, how could she have, had she been followed all day yesterday. As if her mind was being read the Maid said, we saw you wearing them. Now go and get them! She stood, wobbly, and went into the sitting room. There she pulled them from her calfskin purse, where she had place them. Very good princess the maid chided.
She took into the sitting room and made her lay face down upon a crushed velvet fainting couch.. By the way, where is your friend, the pregnant one in red silk who was with you yesterday? The wife shook her head in despair. Not here, to bad, Judging by her everyday jewels she would probably have been decked out very much like you.
Which by the way, thank you for wearing them this evening. It was your silk wearing friend I was really after when I first spotted the two of you at the jewelers, and the whole reason I had followed you to that boring dance in the first place. Tell her for me, she owes you one.
No princess, she snappedd, letting her hands caress along the gowns smooth backside, pusing her victim down, the “maid” almost pureed out her last words, I would suggest not moving until your husband returns..
The wife heard the door slam behind her a few minutes later.
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