Lord George was walking about the room, then
sitting for a moment in one chair and again in another, and after a while
leaning on the mantelpiece. In his speaking he addressed himself almost
exclusively to Lizzie, who could not keep her eyes from his.
"He grinned greasily," said the Corsair, "and told me they had already
been offered to him once before by you."
"That's false!" said Lizzie.
"Very likely. And then he said that no doubt they'd fall into his hands
some day. 'Wouldn't it be a game, Lord George,' he said, 'if, after all,
they should be no more than paste?' That made me think he had got them,
and that he'd get paste diamonds put into the same setting--and then give
them up with some story of his own making. 'You'd know whether they were
paste or not, wouldn't you, Lord George?' he asked." The Corsair, as he
repeated Mr. Benjamin's words, imitated the Jew's manner so well that he
made Lizzie shudder. "While I was there, a detective named Gager came in."
"The same man who came here, perhaps," suggested Mrs. Carbuncle.
"I think not. He seemed to be quite intimate with Mr. Benjamin, and went
on at once about the diamonds.
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