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.

“Wait a little, Mr. Betteredge—­wait a little.”

Cleverer heads than mine might have seen his drift.  Or a person less fond of Miss Rachel than I was, might have seen his drift.  My lady’s horror of him might (as I have since thought) have meant that she saw his drift (as the scripture says) “in a glass darkly.”  I didn’t see it yet—­that’s all I know.

“What’s to be done next?” I asked.

Sergeant Cuff finished the nail on which he was then at work, looked at it for a moment with a melancholy interest, and put up his penknife.

“Come out into the garden,” he said, “and let’s have a look at the roses.”

CHAPTER XIV

The nearest way to the garden, on going out of my lady’s sitting-room, was by the shrubbery path, which you already know of.  For the sake of your better understanding of what is now to come, I may add to this, that the shrubbery path was Mr. Franklin’s favourite walk.  When he was out in the grounds, and when we failed to find him anywhere else, we generally found him here.

I am afraid I must own that I am rather an obstinate old man.  The more firmly Sergeant Cuff kept his thoughts shut up from me, the more firmly I persisted in trying to look in at them.  As we turned into the shrubbery path, I attempted to circumvent him in another way.

“As things are now,” I said, “if I was in your place, I should be at my wits’ end.”

“If you were in my place,” answered the Sergeant, “you would have formed an opinion—­and, as things are now, any doubt you might previously have felt about your own conclusions would be completely set at rest.  Never mind for the present what those conclusions are, Mr. Betteredge.  I haven’t brought you out here to draw me like a badger; I have brought you out here to ask for some information.  You might have given it to me no doubt, in the house, instead of out of it.  But doors and listeners have a knack of getting together; and, in my line of life, we cultivate a healthy taste for the open air.”

Who was to circumvent this man?  I gave in—­and waited as patiently as I could to hear what was coming next.

“We won’t enter into your young lady’s motives,” the Sergeant went on; “we will only say it’s a pity she declines to assist me, because, by so doing, she makes this investigation more difficult than it might otherwise have been.  We must now try to solve the mystery of the smear on the door—­which, you may take my word for it, means the mystery of the Diamond also—­in some other way.  I have decided to see the servants, and to search their thoughts and actions, Mr. Betteredge, instead of searching their wardrobes.  Before I begin, however, I want to ask you a question or two.  You are an observant man—­did you notice anything strange in any of the servants (making due allowance, of course, for fright and fluster), after the loss of the Diamond was found out?  Any particular quarrel among them?  Any one of them not in his or her usual spirits?  Unexpectedly out of temper, for instance? or unexpectedly taken ill?”

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