heeks. "I believe," said Mr. Camperdown, "that
you are now starting for Scotland."

"We are, Mr. Camperdown;--and we are very late."

"Could you allow me two minutes' conversation with you in the house?"

"Oh dear, no. We are late, I tell you. What a time you have chosen
for coming, Mr. Camperdown!"

"It is an awkward hour, Lady Eustace. I only heard this morning that
you were going so soon, and it is imperative that I should see you."

"Had you not better write, Mr. Camperdown?"

"You will never answer my letters, madam."

"I--I--I really cannot see you now. William, the coachman must drive
on. We cannot allow ourselves to lose the train. I am really very
sorry, Mr. Camperdown, but we must not lose the train."

"Lady Eustace," said Mr. Camperdown, putting his hand on the
carriage-door, and so demeaning himself that the coachman did
not dare to drive on, "I must ask you a question." He spoke in a
low voice, but he was speaking across Miss Macnulty. That lady,
therefore, heard him, and so did William, the servant, who was
standing close to the door. "I must insist on knowing where are the
Eustace diamonds." Lizzie felt the box beneath her feet, and, without
showing that she did so, somewhat widened her drapery.

"I can tell you nothing now. William, make the coachman drive on."

"If you will not answer me, I must tell you that I shall be driven in
the execution of my duty to obtain a search-warrant, in order that
they may be placed in proper custody. They are not your property, and
must be taken out of your hands."

Lizzie looked at the suspicious man with a frightened gaze. The
suspicious man was, in fact, a very respectable clerk in Mr.
Camperdown's employment, but Lizzie for a moment felt that the search
was about to begin at once. She had hardly understood the threat, and
thought that the attorney was already armed with the powers of which
he spoke. She glanced for a moment at Miss Macnulty, and then at the
servant. Would they betray her? If they chose to use force to her,
the box certainly might be taken from her. "I know I shall lose the
train," she said. "I know I shall. I must insist that you let my
servant drive on." There was now a little crowd of a dozen persons
on the pavement, and there was nothing to cover her diamonds but the
skirt of her travelling-dress.

"Are they in this house, Lady Eustace?"

"Why doesn't he go on?" shouted Lizzie. "You have no right, sir, to
stop me. I won't be stoppe