The watch had been recognized by the jeweller, who perhaps had seen it in Sir Lemuel Levison's possession, or perhaps had had it in his own for cleaning, and he had sent for this policeman in plain clothes, who had followed her home, "spotted" the house, and then taken out a search-warrant.

Fright and rage possessed her soul.

And oh! in the midst of all, how she cursed her own folly in secreting those dangerous jewels in the house, and her madness in wearing the watch abroad.
"I hope you will submit quietly to the necessary search, mum.

It will be the better for you," said the officer.
Then rage got the better of fright in Rose Cameron's distracted bosom.
"I'll tear your e'en out, first, ye--" here followed a volley of expletives not fit to be reported here--"before ye s' all bring me to sic an open shame! Search my house, will ye?
Ye daur!" and here the handsome Amazon struck an attitude of resistance.
The policeman went to the front window, threw it up, and beckoned to some persons below.
In two minutes, the sound of footsteps was heard upon the stairs, the door was opened, and a couple of officers entered the room.
Rose Cameron gazed at them in terror and defiance.
"Mrs.Scott, you are my prisoner.

We arrest you on the charge of complicity in the murder of Sir Lemuel Levison, and the robbery of Castle Lone!" said the first policeman, laying his hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Tak' yer claws affen me, ye de'il!" exclaimed Rose, springing from under his hand, and then shrinking, shuddering, into the nearest chair.
"Perkins, look after this woman, while I direct the search of the house.
You come with me, Thompson.