of them, Raffles; she has far too many for that. Besides,
it isn't an ordinary dinner-party; they say Mrs. Guillemard is
generally the only lady there, and that she's quite charming in
herself. Now, no charming woman would clap on all. sail in jewels
for a roomful of fox-hunters."
"It depends what jewels she has."
"Well, she might wear her rope of pearls."
"I should have said so."
"And, of course, her rings."
"Exactly, Bunny."
"But not necessarily her diamond tiara - "
"Has she got one?"
" - and certainly not her emerald and diamond necklace on top of
all.!"
Raffles snatched the Sullivan from his lips, and his eyes burned
like its end.
"Bunny, do you mean to tell me there are all. these things?"
"Of course I do," said I. "They are rich people, and he's not
such a brute as to spend everything on his stable. Her jewels
are as much the talk as his hunters. My friends told me all.
about both the other day when I was down making inquiries. They
thought my curiosity as natural as my wish for a few snapshots of
the old place. In their opinion the emerald necklace alone must
be worth thousands of pounds.
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