when I was so frightened and confused
that I didn't know where I was or what I was doing? There;--now I
have told you everything."

"Not quite everything. The diamonds were not stolen at Carlisle, but
they were stolen afterwards. Did you tell the police what you had
lost,--or the magistrate,--after the robbery in Hertford Street?"

"Yes; I did. There was some money taken, and rings, and other
jewellery."

"Did you tell them that the diamonds had been really stolen on that
occasion?"

"They never asked me, Mr. Camperdown."

"It is all as clear as a pike-staff, John," said the lawyer.

"Quite clear, I should say," replied Mr. Eustace.

"And I suppose I may go," said Lizzie, rising from her chair.

There was no reason why she should not go; and, indeed, now that
the interview was over, there did not seem to be any reason why she
should have come. Though they had heard so much from her own mouth,
they knew no more than they had known before. The great mystery
had been elucidated, and Lizzie Eustace had been found to be the
intriguing villain; but it was quite clear, even to Mr. Camperdown,
that nothing could be done to her. He had never really thought that
it would be expedient that she should be prosecuted for perjury, and
he now found that she must go utterly scatheless, although, by her
obstinacy and dishonesty, she had inflicted so great a loss on the
distinguished family which had taken her to its bosom. "I have no
reason for wishing to detain you, Lady Eustace," he said. "If I were
to talk for ever, I should not, probably, make you understand the
extent of the injury you have done, or teach you to look in a proper
light at the position in which you have placed yourself and all those
who belong to you. When your husband died, good advice was given you,
and given, I think, in a very kind way. You would not listen to it,
and you see the result."

"I ain't a bit ashamed of anything," said Lizzie.

"I suppose not," rejoined Mr. Camperdown.

"Good-bye, John." And Lizzie put out her hand to her brother-in-law.

"Good-bye, Lizzie."

"Mr. Camperdown, I have the honour to wish you good morning." And
Lizzie made a low curtsey to the lawyer, and was then attended to her
carriage by the lawyer's clerk. She had certainly come forth from the
interview without fresh wounds.

"The barrister who will have the cross-examining of her at the
Central Criminal Court," said Mr. Camperdown, as soon as the door was
closed b