"I don't know so much about that, dearest," said Sir Frank.
"Apparently, since they handled it at the time of the murder, it
is easier carried about than one would think. And then they fled
last night, or rather in the small hours of this morning, under
cover of a dense fog."
"It is clear enough now," said De Gayangos, peering through the
window, where a pale winter sun shone in a clear steel-hued sky.
"They are bound to be caught in the long run."
"Do you wish them to be caught?" asked Random abruptly.
"Not the Professor. For Miss Lucy's sake I hope he will escape;
but I trust that the savage who killed these two unfortunate
people will be brought to the gallows."
"So do I," said Random. "Well, Don Pedro, it seems to me that
your task in Gartley is ended. All you have to do is to wait for
the inquest and see Mrs. Jasher buried, poor soul! Then you can
go to London and remain there until after Christmas."
"But why should I remain in London?" asked the Peruvian,
surprised.
Random glanced at Donna Inez, who blushed.
"You forget that you have given your consent to my marriage with--"
"Ah, yes," Don Pedro smiled gravely. "I return with the jewel to
Lima, but I leave my other jewel behind.
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