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She had pretended to be ill, and had gone secretly to Frizinghall. She had been up all night, making something or destroying something, in private. And she had been at the Shivering Sand, that evening, under circumstances which were highly suspicious, to say the least of them. For all these reasons (sorry as I was for Rosanna) I could not but think that Mr. Franklinā€™s way of looking at the matter was neither unnatural nor unreasonable, in Mr. Franklinā€™s position. I said a word to him to that effect.

ā€œYes, yes!ā€ he said in return. ā€œBut there is just a chanceā ā€”a very poor one, certainlyā ā€”that Rosannaā€™s conduct may admit of some explanation which we donā€™t see at present. I hate hurting a womanā€™s feelings, Betteredge! Tell the poor creature what I told you to tell her. And if she wants to speak to meā ā€”I donā€™t care whether I get into a scrape or notā ā€”send her to me in the library.ā€ With those kind words he laid down the cue and left me.

Inquiry at the servantsā€™ offices informed me that Rosanna had retired to her own room. She had declined all offers of assistance with thanks, and had only asked to be left to rest in quiet. Here, therefore, was an end of any confession on her part (supposing she really had a confession to make) for that night. I reported the result to Mr. Franklin, who, thereupon, left the library, and went up to bed.

I was putting the lights out, and making the windows fast, when Samuel came in with news of the two guests whom I had left in my room.

The argument about the white moss rose had apparently come to an end at last. The gardener had gone home, and Sergeant Cuff was nowhere to be found in the lower regions of the house.

I looked into my room. Quite trueā ā€”nothing was to be discovered there but a couple of empty tumblers and a strong smell of hot grog. Had the Sergeant gone of his own accord to the bedchamber that was prepared for him? I went upstairs to see.

After reaching the second landing, I thought I heard a sound of quiet and regular breathing on my left-hand side. My left-hand side led to the corridor which communicated with Miss Rachelā€™s room. I looked in, and there, coiled up on three chairs placed right across the passageā ā€”there, with a red handkerchief tied round his grizzled head, and his respectable black coat rolled up for a pillow, lay and slept Sergeant Cuff!

He woke, instantly and quietly, like a dog, the moment I approached him.

ā€œGood night, Mr. Betteredge,ā€ he said. ā€œAnd mind, if you ever take to growing roses, the white moss rose is all the better for not being budded on the dog-rose, whatever the gardener may say to the contrary!ā€

ā€œWhat are you doing here?ā€ I asked. ā€œWhy are you not in your proper bed?ā€

ā€œI am not in my proper bed,ā€ answered the Sergeant, ā€œbecause I am one of the many people in this miserable world who canā€™t earn their money honestly and easily at the same time. There was a coincidence, this evening, between the period of Rosanna Spearmanā€™s return from the Sands and the period when Miss Verinder stated her resolution to leave the house. Whatever Rosanna may have hidden, itā€™s clear to my mind that your young lady couldnā€™t go away until she knew that it was hidden. The two must have communicated privately once already tonight. If they try to communicate again, when the house is quiet, I want to be in the way, and stop it. Donā€™t blame me for upsetting your sleeping arrangements, Mr. Betteredgeā ā€”blame the Diamond.ā€

ā€œI wish to God the Diamond had never found its way into this house!ā€ I broke out.

Sergeant Cuff looked with a rueful face at the three chairs on which he had condemned himself to pass the night.

ā€œSo do I,ā€ he said, gravely.

XVII

Nothing happened in the night; and (I am happy to add) no attempt at communication between Miss Rachel and Rosanna rewarded the vigilance of Sergeant Cuff.

I had expected the Sergeant to set off for Frizinghall the first thing in the morning. He waited about, however, as if he had something else to do first. I left him to his own devices; and going into the grounds shortly after, met Mr. Franklin on his favourite walk by the shrubbery side.

Before we had exchanged two words, the Sergeant unexpectedly joined us. He made up to Mr. Franklin, who received him, I must own, haughtily enough. ā€œHave you anything to say to me?ā€ was all the return he got for politely wishing Mr. Franklin good morning.

ā€œI have something to say to you, sir,ā€ answered the Sergeant, ā€œon the subject of the inquiry I am conducting here. You detected the turn that inquiry was really taking, yesterday. Naturally enough, in your position, you are shocked and distressed. Naturally enough, also, you visit your own angry sense of your own family scandal upon me.ā€

ā€œWhat do you want?ā€ Mr. Franklin broke in, sharply enough.

ā€œI want to remind you, sir, that I have at any rate, thus far, not been proved to be wrong. Bearing that in mind, be pleased to remember, at the same time, that I am an officer of the law acting here under the sanction of the mistress of the house. Under these circumstances, is it, or is it not, your duty as a good citizen, to assist me with any special information which you may happen to possess?ā€

ā€œI possess no special information,ā€ says Mr. Franklin.

Sergeant Cuff put that answer by him, as if no answer had been made.

ā€œYou may save my time, sir, from being wasted on an inquiry at a distance,ā€ he went on, ā€œif you choose to understand me and speak out.ā€

ā€œI donā€™t understand you,ā€ answered Mr. Franklin; ā€œand I have nothing to say.ā€

ā€œOne of the female servants (I wonā€™t mention names) spoke to you privately, sir, last night.ā€

Once more Mr. Franklin cut him short; once more Mr. Franklin answered, ā€œI have nothing to say.ā€

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