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I then directed Betteredge to lock up the medicine chest; informing him that I had done with it now. A look of unutterable relief overspread the old servant's countenance. He had evidently suspected me of a medical design on his young lady! After adding the water as I had directed, Miss Verinder seized a moment while Betteredge was locking the chest, and while Mr.
A glance at the letter reminded me that I was charged, when I made my discovery, to make it alone. "It's hard enough for me to leave you, at such a time as this," said Betteredge. "But she died a dreadful death, poor soul and I feel a kind of call on me, Mr. Franklin, to humour that fancy of hers.
At that point in the conversation, we were interrupted by the appearance of Betteredge with the tea-tray. He gave me another significant look as he passed on into the sitting-room. "Aye! aye! make your hay while the sun shines. The Tartar's upstairs, Mr. Jennings the Tartar's upstairs!" We followed him into the room.
And there was the bare chance that Betteredge might discover something in the unread portion of Rosanna Spearman's letter, which it might be useful for me to know before I left the house in which the Diamond had been lost. For that chance I was now waiting. The letter ended in these terms: "You have no need to be angry, Mr.
"Betteredge," I said, "is there any hint to guide me at the end of the letter?" He looked up slowly, with a heavy sigh. "There is nothing to guide you, Mr. Franklin," he answered. "If you take my advice you will keep the letter in the cover till these present anxieties of yours have come to an end. It will sorely distress you, whenever you read it. Don't read it now."
Franklin's own words. "You remember the time, Betteredge," he said, "when my father was trying to prove his title to that unlucky Dukedom? Well! that was also the time when my uncle Herncastle returned from India. My father discovered that his brother-in-law was in possession of certain papers which were likely to be of service to him in his lawsuit.
I asked. "The Moonstone, Mr. Franklin. But what brings you now, sir?" "The Moonstone again, Betteredge." The old man suddenly stood still, and looked at me in the grey twilight as if he suspected his own ears of deceiving him. "If that's a joke, sir," he said, "I'm afraid I'm getting a little dull in my old age. I don't take it." "It's no joke," I answered.
But that can't be done either." "Why not?" "Because the man who laid that carpet down is dead, Mr. Jennings and the like of him for reconciling together a carpet and a corner, is not to be found in all England, look where you may." "Very well. We must try the next best man in England." Betteredge took another note; and I went on issuing my directions.
Miss Verinder has been in secret possession of the Moonstone from first to last; and she has taken Rosanna Spearman into her confidence, because she has calculated on our suspecting Rosanna Spearman of the theft. There is the whole case in a nutshell. Collar me again, Mr. Betteredge. If it's any vent to your feelings, collar me again." God help me! my feelings were not to be relieved in that way.
I tell her plainly that her leaving us will be an obstacle in the way of my recovering her Diamond and she leaves, in the face of that statement! Your young lady has got a travelling companion in her mother's carriage, Mr. Betteredge and the name of it is, the Moonstone." I said nothing. I only held on like death to my belief in Miss Rachel.
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