"Yes; I did. There was some money taken, and rings, and other jewellery."
"Did you tell them that the diamonds had been really stolen on that occasion?"
"They never asked me, Mr. Camperdown."
"It is all as clear as a pike-staff, John," said the lawyer.
"Quite clear, I should say," replied Mr. Eustace.
"And I suppose I may go," said Lizzie, rising from her chair.
There was no reason why she should not go; and, indeed, now that the interview was over, there did not seem to be any reason why she should have come. Though they had heard so much from her own mouth, they knew no more than they had known before. The great mystery had been elucidated, and Lizzie Eustace had been found to be the intriguing villain; but it was quite clear, even to Mr. Camperdown, that nothing could be done to her. He had never really thought that it would be expedient that she should be prosecuted for perjury, and he now found that she must go utterly scatheless, although, by her obstinacy and dishonesty, she had inflicted so great a loss on the distinguished family which had taken her to its bosom. "I have no reason for wishing to detain you, Lady Eustace," he said. "If I were to talk for ever, I should not, probably, make you understand the extent of the injury you have done, or teach you to look in a proper light at the position in which you have placed yourself and all those who belong to you. When your husband died, good advice was given you, and given, I think, in a very kind way. You would not listen to it, and you see the result."
"I ain't a bit ashamed of anything," said Lizzie.
"I suppose not," rejoined Mr. Camperdown.
"Good-bye, John." And Lizzie put out her hand to her brother-in-law.