H AVING told me the name of Mr.Candy's assistant, Betteredge appeared to think that we had wasted enough of our time on an insignificant subject.He resumed the perusal of Rosanna Spearman's letter.
On my side, I sat at the window, waiting until he had done.Little by little, the impression produced on me by Ezra Jennings--it seemed perfectly unaccountable, in such a situation as mine, that any human being should have produced an impression on me at all!--faded from my mind.My thoughts flowed back into their former channel.Once more, I forced myself to look my own incredible position resolutely in the face.Once more, I reviewed in my own mind the course which I had at last summoned composure enough to plan out for the future.
To go back to London that day; to put the whole case before Mr.Bruff;and, last and most important, to obtain (no matter by what means or at what sacrifice) a personal interview with Rachel--this was my plan of action, so far as I was capable of forming it at the time.There was more than an hour still to spare before the train started.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 Iwas now waiting.
The letter ended in these terms:
`You have no need to be angry, Mr.Franklin, even if I did feel some little triumph at knowing that I held all your prospects in life in my own hands.Anxieties and fears soon came back to me.With the view Sergeant Cuff took of the loss of the Diamond, he would be sure to end in examining our linen and our dresses.There was no place in my room--there was no place in the house--which I could feel satisfied would be safe from him.
How to hide the nightgown so that not even the Sergeant could find it?
and how to do that without losing one moment of precious time?--these were not easy questions to answer.My uncertainties ended in my taking a way that may make you laugh.I undressed, and put the nightgown on me.You had worn it--and I had another little moment of pleasure in wearing it after you.
`The next news that reached us in the servants' hall showed that I had not made sure of the nightgown a moment too soon.Sergeant Cuff wanted to see the washing-book.
`I found it, and took it to him in my lady's sitting-room.The Sergeant and I had come across each other more than once in former days.I was certain he would know me again--and I was not certain of what he might do when he found me employed as servant in a house in which a valuable jewel had been lost.In this suspense, I felt it would be a relief to me to get the meeting between us over, and to know the worst of it at once.
`He looked at me as if I was a stranger, when I handed him the washing-book;and he was very specially polite in thanking me for bringing it.I thought those were both bad signs.There was no knowing what he might say of me behind my back; there was no knowing how soon I might not find myself taken in custody on suspicion, and searched.It was then time for your return from seeing Mr.Godfrey Ablewhite off by the railway; and I went to your favourite walk in the shrubbery, to try for another chance of speaking to you--the last chance, for all I knew to the contrary, that I might have.
`You never appeared; and, what was worse still, Mr.Betteredge and Sergeant Cuff passed by the place where I was hiding--and the Sergeant saw me.
`I had no choice, after that, but to return to my proper place and my proper work, before more disasters happened to me.Just as I was going to step across the path, you came back from the railway.You were ****** straight for the shrubbery, when you saw me--I am certain, sir, you saw me--and you turned away as if I had got the plague, and went into the house.1`I made the best of my way indoors again, returning by the servants'
entrance.There was nobody in the laundry-room at that time; and I sat down there alone.I have told you already of the thoughts which the Shivering Sand put into my head.Those thoughts came back to me now.I wondered in myself which it would be harder to do, if things went on in this manner--to bear Mr.Franklin Blake's indifference to me, or to jump into the quicksand and end it for ever in that way?
`It's useless to ask me to account for my own conduct, at this time.
I try--and I can't understand it myself.
`Why didn't I stop you, when you avoided me in that cruel manner? Why didn't I call out, "Mr.Franklin, I have got something to say to you; it concerns yourself, and you must, and shall, hear it?" You were at my mercy--Ihad got the whip-hand of you, as they say.And better than that, I had the means (if I could only make you trust me) of being useful to you in the future.Of course, I never supposed that you--a gentleman--had stolen the Diamond for the mere pleasure of stealing it.No.Penelope had heard Miss Rachel, and I had heard Mr.Betteredge, talk about your extravagance and your debts.It was plain enough to me that you had taken the Diamond to sell it, or pledge it, and so to get the money of which you stood in need.Well! I could have told you of a man in London who would have advanced a good large sum on the jewel, and who would have asked no awkward questions about it either.
`Why didn't I speak to you! why didn't I speak to you!
