There also stood the two doors of the Indian cabinet, wide open.

One, of the drawers inside was pulled out as far as it would go.
"Look!" says Penelope.

"I myself saw Miss Rachel put the Diamond into that drawer last night." I went to the cabinet.

The drawer was empty.
"Is this true, miss ?" I asked.
With a look that was not like herself, with a voice that was not like her own, Miss Rachel answered as my daughter had answered: "The Diamond is gone!" Having said those words, she withdrew into her bedroom, and shut and locked the door.
Before we knew which way to turn next, my lady came in, hearing my voice in her daughter's sitting-room, and wondering what had happened.

The news of the loss of the Diamond seemed to petrify her.