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get to the hotel today. The visit, even in my shattered condition, proved to be a most amusing oneā ā€”thanks entirely to the presence on the scene of Gabriel Betteredge.

I found him in the room, when I went in. He withdrew to the window and looked out, while I put my first customary question to my patient. Mr. Blake had slept badly again, and he felt the loss of rest this morning more than he had felt it yet.

I asked next if he had heard from Mr. Bruff.

A letter had reached him that morning. Mr. Bruff expressed the strongest disapproval of the course which his friend and client was taking under my advice. It was mischievousā ā€”for it excited hopes that might never be realised. It was quite unintelligible to his mind, except that it looked like a piece of trickery, akin to the trickery of mesmerism, clairvoyance, and the like. It unsettled Miss Verinderā€™s house, and it would end in unsettling Miss Verinder herself. He had put the case (without mentioning names) to an eminent physician; and the eminent physician had smiled, had shaken his head, and had saidā ā€”nothing. On these grounds, Mr. Bruff entered his protest, and left it there.

My next inquiry related to the subject of the Diamond. Had the lawyer produced any evidence to prove that the jewel was in London?

No, the lawyer had simply declined to discuss the question. He was himself satisfied that the Moonstone had been pledged to Mr. Luker. His eminent absent friend, Mr. Murthwaite (whose consummate knowledge of the Indian character no one could deny), was satisfied also. Under these circumstances, and with the many demands already made on him, he must decline entering into any disputes on the subject of evidence. Time would show; and Mr. Bruff was willing to wait for time.

It was quite plainā ā€”even if Mr. Blake had not made it plainer still by reporting the substance of the letter, instead of reading what was actually writtenā ā€”that distrust of me was at the bottom of all this. Having myself foreseen that result, I was neither mortified nor surprised. I asked Mr. Blake if his friendā€™s protest had shaken him. He answered emphatically, that it had not produced the slightest effect on his mind. I was free after that to dismiss Mr. Bruff from considerationā ā€”and I did dismiss him accordingly.

A pause in the talk between us, followedā ā€”and Gabriel Betteredge came out from his retirement at the window.

ā€œCan you favour me with your attention, sir?ā€ he inquired, addressing himself to me.

ā€œI am quite at your service,ā€ I answered.

Betteredge took a chair and seated himself at the table. He produced a huge old-fashioned leather pocketbook, with a pencil of dimensions to match. Having put on his spectacles, he opened the pocketbook, at a blank page, and addressed himself to me once more.

ā€œI have lived,ā€ said Betteredge, looking at me sternly, ā€œnigh on fifty years in the service of my late lady. I was pageboy before that, in the service of the old lord, her father. I am now somewhere between seventy and eighty years of ageā ā€”never mind exactly where! I am reckoned to have got as pretty a knowledge and experience of the world as most men. And what does it all end in? It ends, Mr. Ezra Jennings, in a conjuring trick being performed on Mr. Franklin Blake, by a doctorā€™s assistant with a bottle of laudanumā ā€”and by the living jingo, Iā€™m appointed, in my old age, to be conjurerā€™s boy!ā€

Mr. Blake burst out laughing. I attempted to speak. Betteredge held up his hand, in token that he had not done yet.

ā€œNot a word, Mr. Jennings!ā€ he said, ā€œIt donā€™t want a word, sir, from you. I have got my principles, thank God. If an order comes to me, which is own brother to an order come from Bedlam, it donā€™t matter. So long as I get it from my master or mistress, as the case may be, I obey it. I may have my own opinion, which is also, you will please to remember, the opinion of Mr. Bruffā ā€”the Great Mr. Bruff!ā€ said Betteredge, raising his voice, and shaking his head at me solemnly. ā€œIt donā€™t matter; I withdraw my opinion, for all that. My young lady says, ā€˜Do it.ā€™ And I say, ā€˜Miss, it shall be done.ā€™ Here I am, with my book and my pencilā ā€”the latter not pointed so well as I could wish, but when Christians take leave of their senses, who is to expect that pencils will keep their points? Give me your orders, Mr. Jennings. Iā€™ll have them in writing, sir. Iā€™m determined not to be behind ā€™em, or before ā€™em, by so much as a hairā€™s breadth. Iā€™m a blind agentā ā€”thatā€™s what I am. A blind agent!ā€ repeated Betteredge, with infinite relish of his own description of himself.

ā€œI am very sorry,ā€ I began, ā€œthat you and I donā€™t agreeā ā€”ā€

ā€œDonā€™t bring me, into it!ā€ interposed Betteredge. ā€œThis is not a matter of agreement, itā€™s a matter of obedience. Issue your directions, sirā ā€”issue your directions!ā€

Mr. Blake made me a sign to take him at his word. I ā€œissued my directionsā€ as plainly and as gravely as I could.

ā€œI wish certain parts of the house to be reopened,ā€ I said, ā€œand to be furnished, exactly as they were furnished at this time last year.ā€

Betteredge gave his imperfectly-pointed pencil a preliminary lick with his tongue. ā€œName the parts, Mr. Jennings!ā€ he said loftily.

ā€œFirst, the inner hall, leading to the chief staircase.ā€

ā€œā€Šā€˜First, the inner hall,ā€™ā€Šā€ Betteredge wrote. ā€œImpossible to furnish that, sir, as it was furnished last yearā ā€”to begin with.ā€

ā€œWhy?ā€

ā€œBecause there was a stuffed buzzard, Mr. Jennings, in the hall last year. When the family left, the buzzard was put away with the other things. When the buzzard was put awayā ā€”he burst.ā€

ā€œWe will except the buzzard then.ā€

Betteredge took a note of the exception. ā€œā€Šā€˜The inner hall to be furnished again, as furnished last year. A burst buzzard alone excepted.ā€™ Please to go on, Mr. Jennings.ā€

ā€œThe carpet to be laid down on the stairs, as before.ā€

ā€œā€Šā€˜The carpet to be laid down on the stairs, as before.ā€™ Sorry to disappoint you, sir. But

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