"In Paris,—of course," said Bunfit.
"They never went to Paris. They were taken from here to Hamburg in a commercial man's kit,—a fellow as travels in knives and scissors. Then they was recut. They say the cutting was the quickest bit of work ever done by one man in Hamburg. And now they're in New York. That's what has come of the diamonds."
"Benjamin, in course," said Bunfit, in a low whisper, just taking the pipe from between his lips.
"Well;—yes. No doubt it was Benjamin. But how did Benjamin get 'em?"
"Lord George,—in course," said Bunfit.
"And how did he get 'em?"
"Well;—that's where it is; isn't it?" Then there was a pause, during which Bunfit continued to smoke. "As sure as your name's Gager, he got 'em at Carlisle."
"And what took Smiler down to Carlisle?"
"Just to put a face on it," said Bunfit.
"And who cut the door?"