I can't thank you enough." Her voice broke; for weak and foolish as she was, she could not but think of the still weaker and more vicious man who had planned so base a use for the Sutcombe diamonds.
"Very well, my dear," he said, in a kindly voice.

"We will leave them to their repose in the safe upstairs.

I brought them down from the bank, intending to give them to you." "Upstairs ?" she said, in something like a whisper, a frightened whisper.
"Why, yes," he said, simply.

"They are in the safe in the little room adjoining my bedroom.

I have not seen them since my wife died," he added, with unconscious pathos.
Scarcely knowing why, a vague dread, a presentiment of evil stirred within Miriam's breast.
"Oh, ought they not to be sent back to the bank, Lord Sutcombe ?" she said in a low voice.
"Perhaps they ought," he said, gravely.