If theft there has been, I swear to you, Sir, no one else but this man has committed it." "Prove it," Boxtel coolly remarked.
"I shall prove it.

With God's help I shall." Then, turning towards Boxtel, she asked,-- "The tulip is yours ?" "It is." "How many bulbs were there of it ?" Boxtel hesitated for a moment, but after a short consideration he came to the conclusion that she would not ask this question if there were none besides the two bulbs of which he had known already.

He therefore answered,-- "Three." "What has become of these bulbs ?" "Oh! what has become of them?
Well, one has failed; the second has produced the black tulip." "And the third ?" "The third!" "The third,--where is it ?" "I have it at home," said Boxtel, quite confused.
"At home?
Where?
At Loewestein, or at Dort ?" "At Dort," said Boxtel.
"You lie!" cried Rosa.

"Monseigneur," she continued, whilst turning round to the Prince, "I will tell you the true story of these three bulbs.

The first was crushed by my father in the prisoner's cell, and this man is quite aware of it, for he himself wanted to get hold of it, and, being balked in his hope, he very nearly fell out with my father, who had been the cause of his disappointment.