“But who pulled the earrings off her?”
“Our people.”
“Gracious heavens! Were they not brought to justice?”
“Who did it? no one knew. What became of the jewelry? no one knew. All that was known was that Lady Knighton—that was her name—lost her diamonds and the lobe of her right ear as well.”
“And it was never recovered?”
“What! the lobe of her ear?”
“No, the jewelry.”
“Never.”
“Upon my word I have got among a parcel of scoundrels. It is high time that I should come and reform them. I’ll set to work at once. I’ll have St. Enodoc dug out and restored, and I’ll soon put an end to this sort of thing.”
“You think so?”