"
"And you that sleep so light," said the countess.
"They say that perhaps something was put into the wine at dinner to make
me sleep."
"Ah!" ejaculated the countess, who did not for a moment give up her own
erroneous suspicion; "very likely."
"And they do say these people can do things without making the slightest
tittle of noise. At any rate the box was gone."
"And the diamonds?" asked Lucy.
"Oh yes, of course. And now there is such a fuss about it! The police keep
on coming to me almost every day."
"And what do the police think?" asked Lady Linlithgow. "I am told that
they have their suspicions."
"No doubt they have their suspicions," said Lizzie.
"You travelled up with friends, I suppose."
"Oh yes, with Lord George de Bruce Carruthers; and with Mrs. Carbuncle,
who is my particular friend, and with Lucinda Roanoke, who is just going
to be married to Sir Griffin Tewett. We were quite a large party."
"And Macnulty?"
"No. I left Miss Macnulty at Portray with my darling. They thought he had
better remain a little longer in Scotland."
"Ah, yes; perhaps Lord George de Bruce Carruthers does not care for
babies.
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