y went
with her other jewels in her dressing-case, there would be nothing
remarkable. She might even have taken them in her pocket,--had
she dared. But she did not dare. Though she was intelligent and
courageous, she was wonderfully ignorant as to what might and what
might not be done for the recovery of the necklace by Mr. Camperdown.
She did not dare to take them without the iron box, and at last
she decided that the box should go. At a little after ten, her own
carriage,--the job-carriage, which was now about to perform its last
journey in her service,--was at the door, and a cab was there for the
servants. The luggage was brought down, and with the larger boxes
was brought the iron case with the necklace. The servant, certainly
making more of the weight than he need have done, deposited it as a
foot-stool for Lizzie, who then seated herself, and was followed by
Miss Macnulty. She would have it placed in the same way beneath her
feet in the railway carriage, and again brought into her room at the
Carlisle hotel. What though the porter did know! There was nothing
illegal in travelling about with a heavy iron box full of diamonds,
and the risk would be less this way, she thought, than were she to
leave them behind her in London. The house in Mount Street, which
she had taken for the season, was to be given up; and whom could she
trust in London? Her very bankers, she feared, would have betrayed
her, and given up her treasure to Mr. Camperdown. As for Messrs.
Harter and Benjamin, she felt sure that they would be bribed by Mr.
Camperdown. She once thought of asking her cousin to take the charge
of them, but she could not bring herself to let them out of her own
hands. Ten thousand pounds! If she could only sell them and get
the money, from what a world of trouble would she be relieved. And
the sale, for another reason, would have been convenient; for Lady
Eustace was already a little in debt. But she could not sell them,
and therefore when she got into the carriage there was the box under
her feet.

At that very moment who should appear on the pavement, standing
between the carriage and the house-door, but Mr. Camperdown! And with
Mr. Camperdown there was another man,--a very suspicious-looking
man,--whom Lizzie at once took to be a detective officer of police.
"Lady Eustace!" said Mr. Camperdown, taking off his hat. Lizzie bowed
across Miss Macnulty, and endeavoured to restrain the tell-tale blood
from flying to her c