"it is a noiseless lock," said he. "it is no wonder that it did not wake you. this case, i presume, contains the coronet. we must have a look at it." he opened the case, and taking out the diadem he laid it upon the table. it was a magnificent specimen of the jeweller’s art, and the thirty-six stones were the finest that i have ever seen. at one side of the coronet was a cracked edge, where a corner holding three gems had been torn away.