'You have our family jewels in your keeping, Charlotte?'
'No, I haven't,—and you know I haven't, Rowsley.' She sprang to arms, the perfect porcupine, at his opening words, as he had anticipated.
'Where are the jewels?'
'They're in the cellars of my bankers, and safe there, you may rely on it.'
'I want them.'
'I want to have them safe; and there they stop.'
'You must get them and hand them over.'
'To whom?'
'To me.'
'What for?'