" This had occurred before Mrs. Carbuncle came up to Lizzie's room;
but neither of them for a moment suspected that the necklace was still
within the hotel.
The box had been found, and a portion of the fragments were brought into
the room while the party were still at breakfast. Lizzie was not in the
room, but the news was at once taken up to her by Crabstick, together with
a pheasant's wing and some buttered toast. In a recess beneath an archway
running under the railroad, not distant from the hotel above a hundred and
fifty yards, the iron box had been found. It had been forced open, so said
the sergeant of police, with tools of the finest steel, peculiarly made
for such purpose. The sergeant of police was quite sure that the thing had
been done by London men who were at the very top of their trade. It was
manifest that nothing had been spared. Every motion of the party must have
been known to them, and probably one of the adventurers had travelled in
the same train with them. And the very doors of the bedroom in the hotel
had been measured by the man who had cut out the bolt. The sergeant of
police was almost lost in admiration; but the superintendent of police,
whom Lord George saw more than once, was discreet and silent.
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