"
"Whatever he says, you'd better take his word for it."
"I'm not so sure of that! It can't be. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll go
over and see him. We can file a bill in Chancery, I don't doubt, and prove
that the property belongs to the family and must go by the will. But
she'll sell them before we can get the custody of them."
"Perhaps she has done that already."
"Greystock says they are Portray, and I believe they are. She was wearing
them in London only in July, a day or two before I saw her as she was
leaving town. If anybody like a jeweller had been down at the castle, I
should have heard of it. She hasn't sold 'em yet, but she will."
"She could do that just the same if they were an heirloom."
"No, John. I think not. We could have acted much more quickly and have
frightened her."
"If I were you, father, I'd drop the matter altogether and let John
Eustace replace them if he pleases. We all know that he would never be
called on to do anything of the kind. It isn't our sort of business."
"Not ten thousand pounds!" said Camperdown Senior, to whom the magnitude
of the larceny almost ennobled the otherwise mean duty of catching the
thief.
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