The Eustace Diamonds (77 page)

‘Yes; – I suppose I had better do so.'

‘Ah; – that will be so nice.' The idea of the scene at the police-court was not at all ‘nice' to Frank Greystock. ‘I shall not mind what they say to me as long as you are by my side. Everybody will know that they were my own – won't they?'

‘And there will be the trial afterwards'

‘Another trial?' Then he explained to her the course of affairs – that the men might not improbably be tried at Carlisle for stealing the box, and again in London for stealing the diamonds – that two distinct acts of burglary had been committed, and that her evidence would be required on both occasions. He told her, also, that her attendance before the magistrate on Friday would only be a preliminary ceremony, and that, before the thing was over, she would, doubtless, be doomed to bear a great deal of annoyance, and to answer very many disagreeable questions. ‘I shall care for nothing if you will only be at my side' she exclaimed.

He was very urgent with her to go to Scotland as soon as her examination before the magistrates should be over, and was much astonished at the excuse she made for not doing so. Mrs Carbuncle had borrowed all her ready money; but as she was now in Mrs Carbuncle's house, she could repay herself a portion of the loan by remaining there and eating it out. She did not exactly say how much Mrs Carbuncle had borrowed, but she left an impression on Frank's mind that it was about ten times the actual sum. With this excuse he was not satisfied, and told her that she must go to Scotland, if only for the sake of escaping from the Carbuncle connection. She promised to obey him if he would be her convoy. The Easter holidays were just now at hand, and he could not refuse on the plea of time. ‘Oh, Frank, do not refuse me this; – only think how terribly forlorn is my position!' He did not refuse, but he did not quite promise. He was still tenderhearted towards her in spite of all her enormities. One iniquity – perhaps her worst iniquity, he did not yet know. He had not as yet heard of her disinterested appeal to Lucy Morris.

When he left her she was almost joyous for a few minutes; – till the thought of her coming interview with Mr Camperdown again overshadowed her. She had dreaded two things chiefly –
her first interview with her cousin Frank after he should have learned the truth, and those perils in regard to perjury with which Lord George had threatened her. Both these bugbears had now vanished. That dear man, the major, had told her that there would be no such perils, and her cousin Frank had not seemed to think so very much of her lies and treachery! He had still been affectionate with her; he would support her before the magistrate; and would travel with her to Scotland. And after that who could tell what might come next? How foolish she had been to trouble herself as she had done – almost to choke herself with an agony of fear because she had feared detection. Now she was detected; – and what had come of it? That great officer of justice, Major Mackintosh, had been almost more than civil to her; and her dear cousin Frank was still a cousin – dear as ever. People, after all, did not think so very much of perjury – of perjury such as hers, committed in regard to one's own property. It was that odious Lord George who had frightened her, instead of comforting, as he would have done, had there been a spark of the true Corsair poetry about him. She did not feel comfortably confident as to what might be said of her by Lady Glencora and the Duke of Omnium, but she was almost inclined to think that Lady Glencora would support her. Lady Glencora was no poor, mealy-mouthed thing, but a woman of the world, who understood what was what. Lizzie, no doubt, wished that the trials and examinations were over; – but her money was safe. They could not take away Portray, nor could they rob her of four thousand a year. As for the rest, she could live it down.

She had ordered the carriage to take her to Mr Camperdown's chambers, and now she dressed herself for the occasion. He should not be made to think, at any rate by her outside appearance, that she was ashamed of herself. But before she started she had just a word with Mrs Carbuncle. ‘I think I shall go down to Scotland on Saturday,' she said, proclaiming her news not in the most gracious manner.

‘That is if they let you go,' said Mrs Carbuncle,

‘What do you mean? Who is to prevent me?'

‘The police. I know all about it, Lady Eustace, and you need
not look like that. Lord George informs me that you will probably – be locked up today or tomorrow'

‘Lord George is a story-teller. I don't believe he ever said so. And if he did, he knows nothing about it'

‘He ought to know, considering all you have made him suffer. That you should have gone on, with the necklace in your own box all the time, letting people think that he had taken them, and accepting his attentions all the while, is what I cannot understand! And however you were able to look those people at Carlisle in the face, passes me! Of course, Lady Eustace, you can't stay here after what has occurred'

‘I shall stay just as long as I like, Mrs Carbuncle'

‘Poor dear Lucinda! I do not wonder that she should be driven beyond herself by so horrible a story. The feeling that she has been living all this time in the same house with a woman who had deceived all the police – all the police – has been too much for her. I know it has been almost too much for me' And yet, as Lizzie at once understood, Mrs Carbuncle knew nothing now which she had not known when she made her petition to be taken to Portray. And this was the woman, too, who had borrowed her money last week, whom she had entertained for months at Portray, and who had pretended to be her bosom-friend. ‘You are quite right in getting off to Scotland as soon as possible – if they will let you go' continued Mrs Carbuncle. ‘Of course you could not stay here. Up to Friday night it can be permitted; but the servants had better wait upon you in your own rooms'

‘How dare you talk to me in that way?' screamed Lizzie.

‘When a woman has committed perjury,' said Mrs Carbuncle, holding up both her hands in awe and grief, ‘nothing too bad can possibly be said to her. You are amenable to the outraged laws of the country, and it is my belief that they can keep you upon the treadmill and bread and water for months and months – if not for years' Having pronounced this terrible sentence, Mrs Carbuncle stalked out of the room. ‘That they can sequester your property for your creditors, I know' she said, returning for a moment and putting her head within the door.

The carriage was ready, and it was time for Lizzie to start if
she intended to keep her appointment with Mr Camperdown. She was much flustered and weakened by Mrs Carbuncle's ill-usage, and had difficulty in restraining herself from tears. And yet what the woman liad said was false from beginning to end. The maid, who was the successor of Patience Crabstick, was to accompany her; and, as she passed through the hall, she so far recovered herself as to be able to conceal her dismay from the servants.

When he first heard that the diamonds had been stolen at Carlisle, he was eager with Mr Eustace in contending that the widow's liability in regard to the property was not at all the less because she had managed to lose it through her own pig-headed obstinacy. He consulted his trusted friend, Mr Dove, on the occasion, making out another case for the barrister, and Mr Dove had opined that, if it could be first proved that the diamonds were the property of the estate and not of Lady Eustace, and afterwards proved that they had been stolen through her laches
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– then could the Eustace estate recover the value from her estate. As she had carried the diamonds about with her in an absurd manner, her responsibility might probably be established; – but the non-existence of ownership by her must be first declared by a Vice-Chancellor – with probability of appeal to the Lords Justice and to the House of Lords. A bill in Chancery must be filed, in the first place, to have the question of ownership settled; and then, should the estate be at length declared the owner, restitution of the property which had been lost through the lady's fault, must be sought at Common Law.

That had been the opinion of the Turtle Dove, and Mr Camperdown had at once submitted to the law of his great legal
mentor. But John Eustace had positively declared when he heard it that no more money should be thrown away in looking after property which would require two lawsuits to establish, and which, when established, might not be recovered. ‘How can we make her pay ten thousand pounds? She might die first,' said John Eustace; – and Mr Camperdown had been forced to yield. Then came the second robbery and gradually there was spread about a report that the diamonds had been in Hertford Street all the time; – that they had not been taken at Carlisle, but certainly had been stolen at last.

Mr Camperdown was again in a fever, and again had recourse to Mr Dove and to John Eustace. He learned from the police all that they would tell him, and now the whole truth was to be divulged to him by the chief culprit herself. For, to the mind of Mr Camperdown, the two housebreakers and Patience Crab-stick – and even Mr Benjamin himself, were white as snow as compared with the blackness of Lady Eustace. In his estimation no punishment could be too great for her – and yet he began to understand that she would escape scot-free! Her evidence would be needed to convict the thieves, and she could not be prosecuted for perjury when once she had been asked for her evidence. ‘After all, she has only told a fib about her own property' said the Turtle Dove. ‘About property not her own,' replied Mr Camperdown stoutly. ‘Her own – till the contrary shall have been proved ; her own, for all purposes of defence before a jury, if she were prosecuted now. Were she tried for the perjury, your attempt to obtain possession of the diamonds would be all so much in her favour.' With infinite regrets, Mr Camperdown began to perceive that nothing could be done to her.

But she was to come to him and let him know from her own lips, facts of which nothing more than rumour had yet reached him. He had commenced his bill in Chancery, and had hitherto stayed proceedings simply because it had been reported – falsely, as it now appeared – that the diamonds had been stolen at Carlisle. Major Mackintosh, in his desire to use Lizzie's evidence against the thieves, had recommended her to tell the whole truth openly to those who claimed the property on behalf of her husband's
estate; and now, for the first time in her life, this odious woman was to visit him in his own chambers.

He did not think it expedient to receive her alone. He consulted his mentor, Mr Dove, and his client, John Eustace, and the latter consented to be present It was suggested to Mr Dove that he might, on so peculiar an occasion as this, venture to depart from the established rule, and visit the attorney on his own quarterdeck; but he smiled, and explained that, though he was altogether superior to any such prejudice as that, and would not object at all to call on his friend, Mr Camperdown, could any good effect arise from his doing so, he considered that, were he to be present on this occasion, he would simply assist in embarrassing the poor lady.

On this very morning, while Mrs Carbuncle was abusing Lizzie in Hertford Street, John Eustace and Mr Camperdown were in Mr Dove's chambers, whither they had gone to tell him of the coming interview. The Turtle Dove was siting back in his chair, with his head leaning forward as though it were going to drop from his neck, and the two visitors were listening to his words. ‘Be merciful, I should say,' suggested the barrister. John Eustace was clearly of opinion that they ought to be merciful. Mr Camperdown did not look merciful. ‘What can you get by harassing the poor weak, ignorant creature?' continued Mr Dove. ‘she has hankered after her bauble, and has told falsehoods in her efforts to keep it. Have you never heard of older persons, and more learned persons, and persons nearer to ourselves, who have done the same?' At that moment there was presumed to be great rivalry, not unaccompanied by intrigue, among certain leaders of the learned profession with reference to various positions of high honour and emolument, vacant or expected to be vacant. A Lord Chancellor was about to resign, and a Lord Justice had died. Whether a somewhat unpopular Attorney-General should be forced to satisfy himself with the one place, or allowed to wait for the other, had been debated in all the newspapers. It was agreed that there was a middle course in reference to a certain second-class Chief-Justiceship – only that the present second-class Chief-Justice objected to shelve himself. There existed considerable
jealousy, and some statements had been made which were not, perhaps, strictly founded on fact. It was understood, both by the attorney and by the member of Parliament, that the Turtle Dove was referring to these circumstances when he spoke of baubles and falsehoods, and of learned persons near to themselves. He himself had hankered after no bauble – but, as is the case with many men and women who are free from such hankerings, he was hardly free from that dash of malice which the possession of such things in the hands of others is so prone to excite. ‘spare her,' said Mr Dove. ‘There is no longer any material question as to the property, which seems to be gone irrecoverably. It is, upon the whole, well for the world, that property so fictitious as diamonds should be subject to the risk of such annihilation. As far as we are concerned, the property is annihilated, and I would not harass the poor, ignorant young creature.'

As Eustace and the attorney walked across from the Old to the New Square, the former declared that he quite agreed with Mr Dove. ‘In the first place, Mr Camperdown, she is my brother's widow.' Mr Camperdown with sorrow admitted the fact. ‘And she is the mother of the head of our family. It should not be for us to degrade her; – but rather to protect her from degradation, if that be possible.' ‘I heartily wish she had got her merits before your poor brother ever saw her,' said Mr Camperdown.

Lizzie, in her fears, had been very punctual; and when the two gentlemen reached the door leading up to Mr Camperdown's chambers, the carriage was already standing there. Lizzie had come up the stairs, and had been delighted at hearing that Mr Camperdown was out, and would be back in a moment. She instantly resolved that it did not become her to wait. She had kept her appointment, had not found Mr Camperdown at home, and would be off as fast as her carriage-wheels could take her. But, unfortunately, while with a gentle murmur she was explaining to the clerk how impossible it was that she should wait for a lawyer who did not keep his own appointment, John Eustace and Mr Camperdown appeared upon the landing, and she was at once convoyed into the attorney's particular room.

Lizzie, who always dressed well, was now attired as became a
lady of rank, who had four thousand a year, and was the intimate friend of Lady Glencora Palliser. When last she saw Mr Camper-down she had been arrayed for a summer, long, dusty journey down to Scotland, and neither by her outside garniture nor by her manner had she then been able to exact much admiration. She had been taken by surprise in the street, and was frightened. Now, in difficulty though she was, she resolved that she would hold up her head and be very brave. She was a little taken aback when she saw her brother-in-law, but she strove hard to carry herself with confidence. ‘Ah, John,' she said, ‘I did not expect to find you with Mr Camperdown.'

‘I thought it best that I should be here – as a friend,' he said.

‘It makes it much pleasanter for me, of course,' said Lizzie. ‘I am not quite sure that Mr Camperdown will allow me to regard him as a friend.'

‘You have never had any reason to regard me as your enemy, Lady Eustace,' said Mr Camperdown. ‘Will you take a seat? I understand that you wish to state the circumstances under which the Eustace family diamonds were stolen while they were in your hands.'

‘My own diamonds, Mr Camperdown.'

‘I cannot admit that for a moment, my lady.'

‘What does it signify?' said Eustace. ‘The wretched stones are gone for ever; and whether they were of right the property of my sister-in-law, or of her son, cannot matter now.'

Mr Camperdown was irritated, and shook his head. It cut him to the heart that everybody should take the part of the wicked, fraudulent woman who had caused him such infinite trouble. Lizzie saw her opportunity and was bolder than ever. ‘You will never get me to acknowledge that they were not my own,' she said. ‘My husband gave them to me, and I know that they were my own'

‘They have been stolen, at any rate,' said the lawyer.

‘Yes; – they have been stolen.'

‘And now will you tell us how?'

Lizzie looked round upon her brother-in-law and sighed. She
had never yet told the story in all its nakedness, although it had been three or four times extracted from her by admission. She paused, hoping that questions might be asked her which she could answer by easy monosyllables, but not a word was uttered to help her. ‘I suppose you know all about it,' she said at last.

‘I know nothing about it,' said Mr Camperdown.

‘We heard that your jewel-case was taken out of your room at Carlisle and broken open,' said Eustace.

‘So it was. They broke into my room in the dead of night, when I was in bed, fast asleep, and took the case away. When the morning came, everybody rushed into my room, and I was so frightened that I did not know what I was doing. How would your daughter bear it, if two men cut away the locks and got into her bedroom when she was asleep? You don't think about that at all.'

‘And where was the necklace?' asked Eustace.

Lizzie remembered that her friend the major had specially advised her to tell the whole truth to Mr Camperdown – suggesting that, by doing so, she would go far towards saving herself from any prosecution. ‘It was under my pillow,' she whispered.

‘And why did you not tell the magistrate that it had been under your pillow?'

Mr Camperdown's voice, as he put to her this vital question, was severe, and almost justified the little burst of sobs which came forth as a prelude to Lizzie's answer. ‘I did not know what I was doing. I don't know what you expect from me. You had been persecuting me ever since Sir Florian's death about the diamonds, and I didn't know what I was to do. They were my own, and I thought I was not obliged to tell everybody where I kept them. There are things which nobody tells. If I were to ask you all your secrets, would you tell them? When Sir Walter Scott was asked whether he wrote the novels, he didn't tell.'
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‘He was not upon his oath, Lady Eustace'

‘He did take his oath – ever so many times. I don't know what difference an oath makes. People ain't obliged to tell their secrets, and I wouldn't tell mine.'

‘The difference is this, Lady Eustace; – that if you give false evidence upon oath, you commit perjury.'

‘How was I to think of that, when I was so frightened and confused that I didn't know where I was or what I was doing? There; – now I have told you everything.'

‘Not quite everything. The diamonds were not stolen at Carlisle, but they were stolen afterwards. Did you tell the police what you had lost – or the magistrate – after the robbery in Hertford Street?'

‘Yes; I did. There was some money taken, and rings, and other jewellery.'

‘Did you tell them that the diamonds had been really stolen on that occasion?'

‘They never asked me, Mr Camperdown.'

‘It is all as clear as a pike-staff, John,' said the lawyer.

‘Quite clear, I should say,' replied Mr Eustace.

‘And I suppose I may go,' said Lizzie, rising from her chair.

There was no reason why she should not go; and, indeed, now that the interview was over, there did not seem to be any reason why she should have come. Though they had heard so much from her own mouth, they knew no more than they had known before. The great mystery had been elucidated, and Lizzie Eustace had been found to be the intriguing villain; but it was quite clear, even to Mr Camperdown, that nothing could be done to her. He had never really thought that it would be expedient that she should be prosecuted for perjury, and he now found that she must go utterly scatheless, although, by her obstinacy and dishonesty, she had inflicted so great a loss on the distinguished family which had taken her to its bosom. ‘I have no reason for wishing to detain you, Lady Eustace' he said. ‘If I were to talk for ever, I should not, probably, make you understand the extent of the injury you have done, or teach you to look in a proper light at the position in which you have placed yourself and all those who belong to you. When your husband died, good advice was given you, and given, I think, in a very kind way. You would not listen to it, and you see the result.'

‘I ain't a bit ashamed of anything,' said Lizzie.

‘I suppose not,' rejoined Mr Camperdown.

‘Good-bye, John,' and Lizzie put out her hand to her brother-in-law.