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My best respects and good wishes attend Miss Verinder. I remain, dear Mr. Franklin Blake, truly yours,
Thomas Candy.
Eighth NarrativeContributed by Gabriel Betteredge
I am the person (as you remember no doubt) who led the way in these pages, and opened the story. I am also the person who is left behind, as it were, to close the story up.
Let nobody suppose that I have any last words to say here concerning the Indian Diamond. I hold that unlucky jewel in abhorrenceâ âand I refer you to other authority than mine, for such news of the Moonstone as you may, at the present time, be expected to receive. My purpose, in this place, is to state a fact in the history of the family, which has been passed over by everybody, and which I wonât allow to be disrespectfully smothered up in that way. The fact to which I allude isâ âthe marriage of Miss Rachel and Mr. Franklin Blake. This interesting event took place at our house in Yorkshire, on Tuesday, October ninth, eighteen hundred and forty-nine. I had a new suit of clothes on the occasion. And the married couple went to spend the honeymoon in Scotland.
Family festivals having been rare enough at our house, since my poor mistressâs death, I ownâ âon this occasion of the weddingâ âto having (towards the latter part of the day) taken a drop too much on the strength of it.
If you have ever done the same sort of thing yourself you will understand and feel for me. If you have not, you will very likely say, âDisgusting old man! why does he tell us this?â The reason why is now to come.
Having, then, taken my drop (bless you! you have got your favourite vice, too; only your vice isnât mine, and mine isnât yours), I next applied the one infallible remedyâ âthat remedy being, as you know, Robinson Crusoe. Where I opened that unrivalled book, I canât say. Where the lines of print at last left off running into each other, I know, however, perfectly well. It was at page three hundred and eighteenâ âa domestic bit concerning Robinson Crusoeâs marriage, as follows:
âWith those Thoughts, I considered my new Engagement, that I had a Wifeââ â(Observe! so had Mr. Franklin!)â ââone Child bornââ â(Observe again! that might yet be Mr. Franklinâs case, too!)â ââand my Wife thenââ âWhat Robinson Crusoeâs wife did, or did not do, âthen,â I felt no desire to discover. I scored the bit about the child with my pencil, and put a morsel of paper for a mark to keep the place; âLie you there,â I said, âtill the marriage of Mr. Franklin and Miss Rachel is some months olderâ âand then weâll see!â
The months passed (more than I had bargained for), and no occasion presented itself for disturbing that mark in the book. It was not till this present month of November, eighteen hundred and fifty, that Mr. Franklin came into my room, in high good spirits, and said, âBetteredge! I have got some news for you! Something is going to happen in the house, before we are many months older.â
âDoes it concern the family, sir?â I asked.
âIt decidedly concerns the family,â says Mr. Franklin.
âHas your good lady anything to do with it, if you please, sir?â
âShe has a great deal to do with it,â says Mr. Franklin, beginning to look a little surprised.
âYou neednât say a word more, sir,â I answered. âGod bless you both! Iâm heartily glad to hear it.â
Mr. Franklin stared like a person thunderstruck. âMay I venture to inquire where you got your information?â he asked. âI only got mine (imparted in the strictest secrecy) five minutes since.â
Here was an opportunity of producing Robinson Crusoe! Here was a chance of reading that domestic bit about the child which I had marked on the day of Mr. Franklinâs marriage! I read those miraculous words with an emphasis which did them justice, and then I looked him severely in the face. âNow, sir, do you believe in Robinson Crusoe?â I asked, with a solemnity, suitable to the occasion.
âBetteredge!â says Mr. Franklin, with equal solemnity, âIâm convinced at last.â He shook hands with meâ âand I felt that I had converted him.
With the relation of this extraordinary circumstance, my reappearance in these pages comes to an end. Let nobody laugh at the unique anecdote here related. You are welcome to be as merry as you please over everything else I have written. But when I write of Robinson Crusoe, by the Lord itâs seriousâ âand I request you to take it accordingly!
When this is said, all is said. Ladies and gentlemen, I make my bow, and shut up the story.
Epilogue The Finding of the Diamond I The Statement of Sergeant Cuffâs Man (1849)On the twenty-seventh of June last, I received instructions from Sergeant Cuff to follow three men; suspected of murder, and described as Indians. They had been seen on the Tower Wharf that morning, embarking on board the steamer bound for Rotterdam.
I left London by a steamer belonging to another company, which sailed on the morning of Thursday the twenty-eighth. Arriving at Rotterdam, I succeeded in finding the commander of the Wednesdayâs steamer. He informed me that the Indians had certainly been passengers on board his vesselâ âbut as far as Gravesend only. Off that place, one of the three had inquired at what time they would reach Calais. On being informed that the steamer was bound to Rotterdam, the spokesman of the party expressed the greatest surprise and distress at the mistake which he and his two friends had made. They were all willing (he said) to sacrifice their passage money, if the commander of the steamer would only put them ashore. Commiserating their position, as foreigners in a strange land, and knowing no reason for detaining them, the commander signalled for a shore boat, and the three men left the vessel.
This proceeding of the Indians having been plainly resolved on beforehand, as a means of preventing their
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