Lizzie
almost enjoyed it. As her mind went on making fresh schemes on the
subject, a morbid desire of increasing the mystery took possession of her.
She was quite sure that nobody knew her secret, and that nobody as yet
could even guess it. There was great danger, but there might be delight
and even profit if she could safely dispose of the jewels before suspicion
against herself should be aroused. She could understand that a rumour
should get to the police that the box had been empty, even if the thieves
were not taken; but such rumour would avail nothing if she could only
dispose of the diamonds. As she first thought of all this, the only plan
hitherto suggested to herself would require her immediate return to
Portray. If she were at Portray she could find a spot in which she could
bury the necklace. But she was obliged to allow herself now to be hurried
up to London. When she got into the train the little parcel was in her
desk, and the key of her desk was fastened round her neck.
They had secured a compartment for themselves from Carlisle to London, and
of course filled four seats. "As I am alive," said Lord George as soon as
the train had left the station, "that head policeman thinks that I am the
thief.
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