Blake--I dare not say more--that your idea of
preserving the Diamond led, by a natural sequence, to the idea of hiding
the Diamond, and that the place in which you hid it was somewhere in
your bedroom. In that event, the case of the Irish porter may be your
case. You may remember, under the influence of the second dose of
opium, the place in which you hid the Diamond under the influence of the
first."
It was my turn, now, to enlighten Ezra Jennings. I stopped him, before
he could say any more.
"You are speculating," I said, "on a result which cannot possibly take
place. The Diamond is, at this moment, in London."
He started, and looked at me in great surprise.
"In London?" he repeated. "How did it get to London from Lady Verinder's
house?"
"Nobody knows."
"You removed it with your own hand from Miss Verinder's room. How was it
taken out of your keeping?"
"I have no idea how it was taken out of my keeping."
"Did you see it, when you woke in the morning?"
"No."
"Has Miss Verinder recovered possession of it?"
"No."
"Mr. Blake! there seems to be something here which wants clearing up.
May I ask how you know that the Diamond is, at this moment, in London?"
I had put precisely the same question to Mr.
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