"I sha'n't tell you," growled Villiers.
"Oh, yes, you will," said the detective, "because if you know who stole the diamonds, you know the murderer of Lazarus."
"No, I don't," retorted Villiers savagely. "I tell you I saw her round about the place on that night, and I picked up the knife I gave you; that's all I know."
"Humph! we'll see about that."
"You are sure that the person who stole the diamonds committed the crime?" asked Caprice, with a strange smile on her pale lips.
"Well, I'm pretty sure; it looks uncommon like it."
"And you think I stole the diamonds?"
"Yes," retorted Naball bluntly; "I believe you did."
"In that case, by your own reasoning, I'm a murderess," said Caprice.
"I don't say that," said the detective; "but I believe you know who did it," looking significantly at Villiers.