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I have got her permission to despatch a telegram to my father. He knows the Chief Commissioner of Police, and the Commissioner can lay his hand on the right man to solve the mystery of the Diamond. Talking of mysteries, by the by,ā€ says Mr. Franklin, dropping his voice, ā€œI have another word to say to you before you go to the stables. Donā€™t breathe a word of it to anybody as yet; but either Rosanna Spearmanā€™s head is not quite right, or I am afraid she knows more about the Moonstone than she ought to know.ā€

I can hardly tell whether I was more startled or distressed at hearing him say that. If I had been younger, I might have confessed as much to Mr. Franklin. But when you are old, you acquire one excellent habit. In cases where you donā€™t see your way clearly, you hold your tongue.

ā€œShe came in here with a ring I dropped in my bedroom,ā€ Mr. Franklin went on. ā€œWhen I had thanked her, of course I expected her to go. Instead of that, she stood opposite to me at the table, looking at me in the oddest mannerā ā€”half frightened, and half familiarā ā€”I couldnā€™t make it out. ā€˜This is a strange thing about the Diamond, sir,ā€™ she said, in a curiously sudden, headlong way. I said, ā€˜Yes, it was,ā€™ and wondered what was coming next. Upon my honour, Betteredge, I think she must be wrong in the head! She said, ā€˜They will never find the Diamond, sir, will they? No! nor the person who took itā ā€”Iā€™ll answer for that.ā€™ She actually nodded and smiled at me! Before I could ask her what she meant, we heard your step outside. I suppose she was afraid of your catching her here. At any rate, she changed colour, and left the room. What on earth does it mean?ā€

I could not bring myself to tell him the girlā€™s story, even then. It would have been almost as good as telling him that she was the thief. Besides, even if I had made a clean breast of it, and even supposing she was the thief, the reason why she should let out her secret to Mr. Franklin, of all the people in the world, would have been still as far to seek as ever.

ā€œI canā€™t bear the idea of getting the poor girl into a scrape, merely because she has a flighty way with her, and talks very strangely,ā€ Mr. Franklin went on. ā€œAnd yet if she had said to the Superintendent what she said to me, fool as he is, Iā€™m afraidā ā€”ā€ He stopped there, and left the rest unspoken.

ā€œThe best way, sir,ā€ I said, ā€œwill be for me to say two words privately to my mistress about it at the first opportunity. My lady has a very friendly interest in Rosanna; and the girl may only have been forward and foolish, after all. When thereā€™s a mess of any kind in a house, sir, the women-servants like to look at the gloomy sideā ā€”it gives the poor wretches a kind of importance in their own eyes. If thereā€™s anybody ill, trust the women for prophesying that the person will die. If itā€™s a jewel lost, trust them for prophesying that it will never be found again.ā€

This view (which I am bound to say, I thought a probable view myself, on reflection) seemed to relieve Mr. Franklin mightily: he folded up his telegram, and dismissed the subject. On my way to the stables, to order the pony-chaise, I looked in at the servantsā€™ hall, where they were at dinner. Rosanna Spearman was not among them. On inquiry, I found that she had been suddenly taken ill, and had gone upstairs to her own room to lie down.

ā€œCurious! She looked well enough when I saw her last,ā€ I remarked.

Penelope followed me out. ā€œDonā€™t talk in that way before the rest of them, father,ā€ she said. ā€œYou only make them harder on Rosanna than ever. The poor thing is breaking her heart about Mr. Franklin Blake.ā€

Here was another view of the girlā€™s conduct. If it was possible for Penelope to be right, the explanation of Rosannaā€™s strange language and behaviour might have been all in thisā ā€”that she didnā€™t care what she said, so long as she could surprise Mr. Franklin into speaking to her. Granting that to be the right reading of the riddle, it accounted, perhaps, for her flighty, self-conceited manner when she passed me in the hall. Though he had only said three words, still she had carried her point, and Mr. Franklin had spoken to her.

I saw the pony harnessed myself. In the infernal network of mysteries and uncertainties that now surrounded us, I declare it was a relief to observe how well the buckles and straps understood each other! When you had seen the pony backed into the shafts of the chaise, you had seen something there was no doubt about. And that, let me tell you, was becoming a treat of the rarest kind in our household.

Going round with the chaise to the front door, I found not only Mr. Franklin, but Mr. Godfrey and Superintendent Seegrave also waiting for me on the steps.

Mr. Superintendentā€™s reflections (after failing to find the Diamond in the servantsā€™ rooms or boxes) had led him, it appeared, to an entirely new conclusion. Still sticking to his first text, namely, that somebody in the house had stolen the jewel, our experienced officer was now of the opinion that the thief (he was wise enough not to name poor Penelope, whatever he might privately think of her!) had been acting in concert with the Indians; and he accordingly proposed shifting his inquiries to the jugglers in the prison at Frizinghall. Hearing of this new move, Mr. Franklin had volunteered to take the Superintendent back to the town, from which he could telegraph to London as easily as from our station. Mr. Godfrey, still devoutly believing in Mr. Seegrave, and greatly interested in witnessing the examination of the Indians, had begged leave to accompany the officer to Frizinghall. One

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