Don't suppose, however, that I was quit of Mr.Franklin on such easy terms as these.Drifting again, out of the morning-room into the hall, he found his way to the offices next, smelt my pipe, and was instantly reminded that he had been simple enough to give up smoking for Miss Rachel's sake.In the twinkling of an eye, he burst in on me with his cigar-case, and came out strong on the one everlasting subject, in his neat, witty, unbelieving, French way.`Give me a light, Betteredge.Is it conceivable that a man can have smoked as long as I have without discovering that there is a complete system for the treatment of women at the bottom of his cigar-case?
Follow me carefully, and I will prove it in two words.You choose a cigar, you try it, and it disappoints you.What do you do upon that? You throw it away and try another.Now observe the application! You choose a woman, you try her, and she breaks your heart.Fool! take a lesson from your cigar-case.
Throw her away, and try another!'
I shook my head at that.Wonderfully clever, I dare say, but my own experience was dead against it.`In the time of the late Mrs.Betteredge,'
I said, `I felt pretty often inclined to try your philosophy, Mr.Franklin.
But the law insists on your smoking your cigar, sir, when you have once chosen it.' I pointed that observation with a wink.Mr.Franklin burst out laughing -- and we were as merry as crickets, until the next new side of his character turned up in due course.So things went on with my young master and me; and so (while the Sergeant and the gardener were wrangling over the roses) we two spent the interval before the news came back from Frizinghall.
The pony-chaise returned a good half-hour before I had ventured to expect it.My lady had decided to remain for the present, at her sister's house.
The groom brought two letters from his mistress; one addressed to Mr.Franklin, and the other to me.
Mr.Franklin's letter, I sent to him in the library -- into which refuge his driftings had now taken him for the second time.My own letter, I read in my own room.A cheque, which dropped out when I opened it, informed me (before I had mastered the contents) that Sergeant Cuff's dismissal from the inquiry after the Moonstone was now a settled thing.
I sent to the conservatory to say that I wished to speak to the Sergeant directly.He appeared, with his mind full of the gardener and the dog-rose, declaring that the equal of Mr.Begbie for obstinacy never had existed yet, and never would exist again.I requested him to dismiss such wretched trifling as this from our conversation, and to give his best attention to a really serious matter.Upon that he exerted himself sufficiently to notice the letter in my hand.`Ah!' he said in a weary way, `you have heard from her ladyship.Have I anything to do with it, Mr.Betteredge?'
`You shall judge for yourself, Sergeant.' I thereupon read him the letter (with my best emphasis and discretion), in the following words:
`M Y G OOD G ABRIEL , -- I request that you will inform Sergeant Cuff, that I have performed the promise I made to him; with this result, so far as Rosanna Spearman is concerned.Miss Verinder solemnly declares, that she has never spoken a word in private to Rosanna, since that unhappy woman first entered my house.They never met, even accidentally, on the night when the Diamond was lost; and no communication of any sort whatever took place between them, from the Thursday morning when the alarm was first raised in the house, to this present Saturday afternoon, when Miss Verinder left us.
After telling my daughter suddenly, and in so many words, of Rosanna Spearman's suicide -- this is what has come of it.'
Having reached that point, I looked up, and asked Sergeant Cuff what he thought of the letter, so far?
`I should only offend you if I expressed my opinion,' answered the Sergeant.`Go on, Mr.Betteredge,' he said, with the most exasperating resignation, `go on.'
When I remembered that this man had had the audacity to complain of our gardener's obstinacy, my tongue itched to `go on' in other words than my mistress's.This time, however, my Christianity held firm.I proceeded steadily with her ladyship's letter:
`Having appealed to Miss Verinder in the manner which the officer thought most desirable, I spoke to her next in the manner which I myself thought most likely to impress her.On two different occasions, before my daughter left my roof, I privately warned her that she was exposing herself to suspicion of the most unendurable and most degrading kind.I have now told her, in the plainest terms, that my apprehensions have been realized.
`Her answer to this, on her own solemn affirmation, is as plain as words can be.In the first place, she owes no money privately to any living creature.
In the second place, the Diamond is not now, and never has been, in her possession, since she put it into her cabinet on Wednesday night.
`The confidence which my daughter has placed in me goes no further than this.She maintains an obstinate silence, when I ask her if she can explain the disappearance of the Diamond.She refuses, with tears, when I appeal to her to speak out for my sake."The day will come when you will know why I am careless about being suspected, and why I am silent even to you.
I have done much to make my mother pity me -- nothing to make my mother blush for me." Those are my daughter's own words.
`After what has passed between the officer and me, I think -- stranger as he is -- that he should be made acquainted with what Miss Verinder has said, as well as you.Read my letter to him, and then place in his hands the cheque which I enclose.In resigning all further claim on his services, I have only to say that I am convinced of his honesty and his intelligence;but I am more firmly persuaded than ever, that the circumstances, in this case, have fatally misled him.'
There the letter ended.Before presenting the cheque, I asked Sergeant Cuff if he had any remark to make.
