“Whatever is it, my lady?”
“Never mind about the jewel-case!” said Lady Sellingworth.
“But—”
“It’s gone!”
“Gone, my lady!” said the maid, looking aghast. “Gone where?”
“It was taken at the station in Paris.”
“Taken, my lady! But it was in the carriage by the side of your ladyship! I never left it. I had it in my own hands till your ladyship—”
“I know—I know! Don’t say anything more about it. It’s gone, and we shall never see it again.”
The maid stared, horrified, and scenting a mystery.
“Get that porter! Make haste!”