Dorrington was calm again in a moment. He shrugged his shoulders and turned away. Hamer was frightened. He came at Dorrington's side and faltered, "I—I told you she had a temper. What will you do?"
Dorrington forced a laugh. "Oh, nothing," he said. "What can I do? Locking you up now wouldn't fetch the diamond back. And besides I'm not sure that Mrs. Hamer won't attend to your punishment faithfully enough." And he walked briskly away.
"What did she do, Bill?" asked one boy of another.
"Why, didn't ye see? She chucked that man's watch in the river."
"Garn! that wasn't his watch! " interrupted a third, "it was a little glass tumbler. I see it!"
*****
"Have you got my diamond?" asked the agonised Léon Bouvier of Dorrington a day later.
"No, I have not," Dorrington replied drily. "Nor has your cousin Jacques. But I know where it is, and you can get it as easily as I."
"Mon Dieu! Where?"
"At the bottom of the river Thames, exactly
