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"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.
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