“Lady Teigne’s diamonds!”
Volume Three—Chapter Twenty Four.
The Seller of the Gems.
“Lady Teigne’s diamonds!” exclaimed Claire.
“Nonsense, my dear!” said Mrs Barclay. “They’re not. Now don’t you get letting your poor head run upon them. Whoever did that dreadful deed took them up to London, and sold ’em, or sent ’em to Amsterdam.”
“But they are,” cried Claire, growing more excited. “I am sure of it. I know them so well.”
As she spoke she seized the jewels, and turned them over and over with feverish haste, her face convulsed with horror.
“Nonsense, nonsense, my dear child,” said Mrs Barclay.