CHAPTER XV
Diamonds!
I stared, fascinated, at the glassy heap on the bunk. I picked up one which, but for the weight, might have been a fragment of broken bottle.
“ Are you sure, Suzanne?”
“ Oh, yes, my dear. I’ve seen rough diamonds too often to have any doubts. They’re beauties too, Anne—and some of them are unique, I should say. There’s a history behind these.”
“ The history we heard to-night,” I cried.
“ You mean——?”
“ Colonel Race’s story. It can’t be a coincidence. He told it for a purpose.”
“ To see its effect, you mean?”
I nodded.
“ Its effect on Sir Eustace?”
“ Yes.”
But, even as I said it, a doubt assailed me. Was it Sir Eustace who had been subjected to a test, or had the story been told for my benefit? I remembered the impress
