again, with my daughter and me at his heels.His object was to discover whether any of the furniture had been moved, during the night, out of its customary place--his previous investigation in the room having, apparently, not gone quite far enough to satisfy his mind on this point.
While we were still poking about among the chairs and tables, the door of the bedroom was suddenly opened.After having denied herself to everybody, Miss Rachiel, to our astonishment, walked into the midst of us of her own accord.She took up her garden hat from a chair, and then went straight to Penelope with this question:--`Mr.Franklin Blake sent you with a message to me this morning?'
`Yes, miss.'
`He wished to speak to me, didn't he?'
`Yes, miss.'
`Where is he now?'
Hearing voices on the terrace below, I looked out of window, and saw the two gentlemen walking up and down together.Answering for my daughter, I said, `Mr.Franklin is on the terrace, miss.'
Without another word, without heeding Mr.Superintendent, who tried to speak to her, pale as death, and wrapped up strangely in her own thoughts, she left the room, and went down to her cousins on the terrace.
It showed a want of due respect, it showed a breach of good manners, on my part, but, for the life of me, I couldn't help looking out of window when Miss Rachel met the gentlemen outside.She went up to Mr.Franklin without appearing to notice Mr.Godfrey, who thereupon drew back and left them by themselves.What she said to Mr.Franklin appeared to be spoken vehemently.It lasted but for a short time, and, judging by what I saw of his face from the window, seemed to astonish him beyond all power of expression.While they were still together, my lady appeared on the terrace.
Miss Rachel saw her--said a few last words to Mr.Franklin--and suddenly went back into the house again, before her mother came up with her.My lady, surprised herself, and noticing Mr.Franklin's surprise, spoke to him.Mr.Godfrey joined them, and spoke also.Mr.Franklin walked away a little between the two, telling them what had happened, I suppose, for they both stopped short, after taking a few steps, like persons struck with amazement.I had just seen as much as this, when the door of the sitting-room was opened violently.Miss Rachel walked swiftly through to her bedroom, wild and angry, with fierce eyes and flaming cheeks.Mr.Superintendent once more attempted to question her.She turned round on him at her bedroom door.` I have not sent for you!' she cried out vehemently.` I don't want you.My Diamond is lost.Neither you nor anybody else will ever find it!' With those words she went in, and locked the door in our faces.
Penelope, standing nearest to it, heard her burst out crying the moment she was alone again.
In a rage, one moment; in tears, the next! What did it mean?
I told the Superintendent it meant that Miss Rachel's temper was upset by the loss of her jewel.Being anxious for the honour of the family, it distressed me to see my young lady forget herself--even with a police-officer--and I made the best excuse I could, accordingly.In my own private mind, Iwas more puzzled by Miss Rachel's extraordinary language and conduct than words can tell.Taking what she had said at her bedroom door as a guide to guess by, I could only conclude that she was mortally offended by our sending for the police, and that Mr.Franklin's astonishment on the terrace was caused by her having expressed herself to him (as the person chiefly instrumental in fetching the police) to that effect.If this guess was right, why--having lost her Diamond--should she object to the presence in the house of the very people whose business it was to recover it for her? And how, in Heaven's name, could she know that the Moonstone would never be found again?
As things stood, at present, no answer to those questions was to be hoped for from anybody in the house.Mr.Franklin appeared to think it a point of honour to forbear repeating to a servant--even so old a servant as I was--what Miss Rachel had said to him on the terrace.Mr.Godfrey, who, as a gentleman and a relative, had been probably admitted into Mr.
Franklin's confidence, respected that confidence as he was bound to do.
My lady, who was also in the secret no doubt, and who alone had access to Miss Rachel, owned openly that she could make nothing of her.`You madden me when you talk of the Diamond!' All her mother's influence failed to extract from her a word more than that.
Here we were, then, at a deadlock about Miss Rachel--and at a deadlock about the Moonstone.In the first case, my lady was powerless to help us.
In the second (as you shall presently judge), Mr.Seegrave was fast approaching the condition of a superintendent at his wits' end.
Having ferreted about all over the `boudoir', without making any discoveries among the furniture, our experienced officer applied to me to know whether the servants in general were or were not acquainted with the place in which the Diamond had been put for the night.
`I knew where it was put, sir,' I said, `to begin with.Samuel, the footman, knew also--for he was present in the hall, when they were talking about where the Diamond was to be kept that night.My daughter knew, as she has already told you.She or Samuel may have mentioned the thing to the other servants--or the other servants may have heard the talk for themselves, through the side door of the hall, which might have been open to the back staircase.For all I can tell, everybody in the house may have known where the jewel was, last night.'
My answer presenting rather a wide field for Mr.Superintendent's suspicions to range over, he tried to narrow it by asking about the servants' characters next.
