The Moonstone eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 733 pages of information about The Moonstone.

The Moonstone eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 733 pages of information about The Moonstone.

The day before I had received the visit of the Indian, Mr. Luker had been favoured with a call from that accomplished gentleman.  In spite of his European disguise, Mr. Luker had instantly identified his visitor with the chief of the three Indians, who had formerly annoyed him by loitering about his house, and who had left him no alternative but to consult a magistrate.  From this startling discovery he had rushed to the conclusion (naturally enough I own) that he must certainly be in the company of one of the three men, who had blindfolded him, gagged him, and robbed him of his banker’s receipt.  The result was that he became quite paralysed with terror, and that he firmly believed his last hour had come.

On his side, the Indian preserved the character of a perfect stranger.  He produced the little casket, and made exactly the same application which he had afterwards made to me.  As the speediest way of getting rid of him, Mr. Luker had at once declared that he had no money.  The Indian had thereupon asked to be informed of the best and safest person to apply to for the loan he wanted.  Mr. Luker had answered that the best and safest person, in such cases, was usually a respectable solicitor.  Asked to name some individual of that character and profession, Mr. Luker had mentioned me—­for the one simple reason that, in the extremity of his terror, mine was the first name which occurred to him.  “The perspiration was pouring off me like rain, sir,” the wretched creature concluded.  “I didn’t know what I was talking about.  And I hope you’ll look over it, Mr. Bruff, sir, in consideration of my having been really and truly frightened out of my wits.”

I excused the fellow graciously enough.  It was the readiest way of releasing myself from the sight of him.  Before he left me, I detained him to make one inquiry.

Had the Indian said anything noticeable, at the moment of quitting Mr. Luker’s house?

Yes!  The Indian had put precisely the same question to Mr. Luker, at parting, which he had put to me; receiving of course, the same answer as the answer which I had given him.

What did it mean?  Mr. Luker’s explanation gave me no assistance towards solving the problem.  My own unaided ingenuity, consulted next, proved quite unequal to grapple with the difficulty.  I had a dinner engagement that evening; and I went upstairs, in no very genial frame of mind, little suspecting that the way to my dressing-room and the way to discovery, meant, on this particular occasion, one and the same thing.

CHAPTER III

The prominent personage among the guests at the dinner party I found to be Mr. Murthwaite.

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