"Billy Cann did," said Bunfit.
"And who forced the box?"
"Them two did," said Bunfit.
"And all to put a face on it?"
"Yes;—just that. And an uncommon good face they did put on it between 'em;—the best as I ever see."
"All right," said Gager. "So far, so good. I don't agree with you, Mr. Bunfit; because the thing, when it was done, wouldn't be worth the money. Lord love you, what would all that have cost? And what was to prevent the lady and Lord George together taking the diamonds to Benjamin and getting their price? It never does to be too clever, Mr. Bunfit. And when that was all done, why did the lady go and get herself robbed again? No;—I don't say but what you're a clever man, in your way, Mr. Bunfit; but you've not got a hold of the thing here. Why was Smiler going about like a mad dog,—only that he found himself took in?"
"Maybe he expected something else in the box,—more than the necklace,—as was to come to him," suggested Bunfit.
"Gammon."
"I don't see why you say gammon, Gager. It ain't polite."
"It is gammon,—running away with ideas like them, just as if you was one of the public. When they two opened that box at Carlisle, which they did as certain as you sit there, they believed as the diamonds were there. They were not there."