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"I am driven to the Opera House," Inez went on, "in a taxi, which is obtained for me, and until we come to a dark part in some street, the Plaza San Stephano, all goes well. It is a very dark night, as you know, and we have to go very slowly. Then there is an obstruction in the way, and my driver gets down to remove it. Instantly he is attacked by a man with a black beard, a man very tall and powerful. With a blow my driver is insensible, and I am dragged from the car and a hand presses over my mouth. I fight hard, because I know what is coming, but all in vain, because I am just a child in the hands of a giant. The emeralds had gone from my neck and arms, and the man has vanished like an ugly dream."
Inez broke off for an instant, as if overcome with her emotion, and shot one appealing glance into the uneasy eyes of the young man sitting below her in the stalls. It was a message to Lombaso, and he understood it at once. Somebody, by some means or other, had found out about the emeralds, and now no doubt they were lost beyond recall. He would never see them again.