"Shall I send for some one?" she said. Lizzie
made an effort to speak, was shaken convulsively while the other supported
her, and then burst into a flood of tears.
When that had come she was relieved, and could again act her part. "Yes,"
she said, "we will go with them. It is so dreadful; is it not?"
"Very dreadful; but how much better that we weren't at home. Shall we go
now?" Then together they followed the others, and on the stairs Lizzie
explained that in her desk, of which she always carried the key round her
neck, there was what money she had by her--two ten-pound notes, and four
five-pound notes, and three sovereigns; in all, forty-three pounds. Her
other jewels, the jewels which she had possessed over and above the fatal
diamond necklace, were in her dressing-case. Patience, she did not doubt,
had known that the money was there, and certainly knew of her jewels. So
they went up-stairs. The desk was open and the money gone. Five or six
rings and a bracelet had been taken also from Lizzie's dressing-case,
which she had left open. Of Mrs. Carbuncle's property sufficient had been
stolen to make a long list in that lady's handwriting.
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