Are all his jewels here?
The treasure that disappeared at Humayoon's Tomb before Hodson slew the princes in the melee ?" Ram Lal saw the frowns of men who had blown better men than himself from the guns in the old days, and he had a vivid memory of those same hideous scenes.
"They are about half here in weight and number; about a quarter of the value.

There is a hundred thousand pounds worth missing!" said the jewel dealer, gazing on the totals of numbers and weights.

"The historic diamonds, the matchless pearls, the never-equaled rubies--all the choicest have been abstracted, and by a skillful hand!" "Go, then!" cried Willoughby.

"Seal this in your breast! Speak to no one or you'll die in jail, wearing irons! Here!" A hundred-pound note was thrust into his hand, and he was whirled away to his shop.
"Ah! The gray devil! he has stolen and hidden the best! I will watch him like a ghoul of Bowanee, and they shall be mine! He would turn tail now and steal away!" Ram Lal laughed an oily laugh, and going to an old cabinet, took out a heavy kreese.

"The poisoned dagger of Mirzah Shah!" he smiled.