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echoed loudly in the narrow lane. The gardener had received his



answer; and he looked down into Harry's face with an obnoxious

smile.



"A thief!" he said. "Upon my word, and a very good thing you must

make of it; for I see you dressed like a gentleman from top to toe.



Are you not ashamed to go about the world in such a trim, with

honest folk, I dare say, glad to buy your cast-off finery second



hand? Speak up, you dog," the man went on; "you can understand

English, I suppose; and I mean to have a bit of talk with you



before I march you to the station."

"Indeed, sir," said Harry, "this is all a dreadful misconception;



and if you will go with me to Sir Thomas Vandeleur's in Eaton

Place, I can promise that all will be made plain. The most upright



person, as I now perceive, can be led into suspicious positions."

"My little man," replied the gardener, "I will go with you no



farther than the station-house in the next street. The inspector,

no doubt, will be glad to take a stroll with you as far as Eaton



Place, and have a bit of afternoon tea with your great

acquaintances. Or would you prefer to go direct to the Home



Secretary? Sir Thomas Vandeleur, indeed! Perhaps you think I

don't know a gentleman when I see one, from a common run-the-hedge



like you? Clothes or no clothes, I can read you like a book. Here

is a shirt that maybe cost as much as my Sunday hat; and that coat,



I take it, has never seen the inside of Rag-fair, and then your

boots - "



The man, whose eyes had fallen upon the ground, stopped short in

his insulting commentary, and remained for a moment looking



intently upon something at his feet. When he spoke his voice was

strangely altered.



"What, in God's name," said he, "is all this?"

Harry, following the direction of the man's eyes, beheld a



spectacle that struck him dumb with terror and amazement. In his

fall he had descended vertically upon the bandbox and burst it open



from end to end; thence a great treasure of diamonds had poured

forth, and now lay abroad, part trodden in the soil, part scattered



on the surface in regal and glittering profusion. There was a

magnificent coronet which he had often admired on Lady Vandeleur;



there were rings and brooches, ear-drops and bracelets, and even

unset brilliants rolling here and there among the rosebushes like



drops of morning dew. A princely fortune lay between the two men

upon the ground - a fortune in the most inviting, solid, and



durable form, capable of being carried in an apron, beautiful in

itself, and scattering the sunlight in a million rainbow flashes.



"Good God!" said Harry, "I am lost!"

His mind raced backwards into the past with the incalculable



velocity of thought, and he began to comprehend his day's

adventures, to conceive them as a whole, and to recognise the sad



imbroglio in which his own character and fortunes had become

involved. He looked round him as if for help, but he was alone in



the garden, with his scattered diamonds and his redoubtable

interlocutor; and when he gave ear, there was no sound but the



rustle of the leaves and the hurried pulsation of his heart. It

was little wonder if the young man felt himself deserted by his



spirits, and with a broken voice repeated his last ejaculation - "I

am lost!"



The gardener peered in all directions with an air of guilt; but

there was no face at any of the windows, and he seemed to breathe



again.

"Pick up a heart," he said, "you fool! The worst of it is done.



Why could you not say at first there was enough for two? Two?" he

repeated, "aye, and for two hundred! But come away from here,



where we may be observed; and, for the love of wisdom, straighten

out your hat and brush your clothes. You could not travel two



steps the figure of fun you look just now."

While Harry mechanically adopted these suggestions, the gardener,



getting upon his knees, hastily drew together the scattered jewels

and returned them to the bandbox. The touch of these costly



crystals sent a shiver of emotion through the man's stalwart frame;

his face was transfigured, and his eyes shone with concupiscence;



indeed it seemed as if he luxuriously prolonged his occupation, and




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