Clear out! clear out!"
Rosanna Spearman, who was nearest to him, and nearest to the little smear on the door, set the example of obedience, and slipped off instantly to her work.
The rest followed her out.
The Superintendent finished his examination of the room, and, making nothing of it, asked me who had first discovered the robbery.
My daughter had first discovered it.
My daughter was sent for.
Mr. Superintendent proved to be a little too sharp with Penelope at starting.
"Now, young woman, attend to me, and mind you speak the truth."
Penelope fired up instantly.
"I've never been taught to tell lies Mr. Policeman!--and if father can stand there and hear me accused of falsehood and thieving, and my own bed-room shut against me, and my character taken away, which is all a poor girl has left, he's not the good father I take him for!"
A timely word from me put Justice and Penelope on a pleasanter footing together.
The questions and answers went swimmingly, and ended in nothing worth mentioning.
My daughter had seen Miss Rachel put the Diamond in the drawer of the cabinet the last thing at night.
She had gone in with Miss Rachel's cup of tea at eight the next morning, and had found the drawer open and empty.
Upon that, she had alarmed the house--and there was an end of Penelope's evidence.
Mr. Superintendent next asked to see Miss Rachel herself.
Penelope mentioned his request through the door.
The answer reached us by the same road:
"I have nothing to tell the policeman--I can't see anybody."
Our experienced officer looked equally surprised and offended when he heard that reply.
I told him my young lady was ill, and begged him to wait a little and see her later.
We thereupon went downstairs again, and were met by Mr. Godfrey and Mr. Franklin crossing the hall.
The two gentlemen, being inmates of the house, were summoned to say if they could throw any light on the matter.
Neither of them knew anything about it. Had they heard any suspicious noises during the previous night? They had heard nothing but the pattering of the rain. Had I, lying awake longer than either of them, heard nothing either? Nothing!
Released from examination, Mr. Franklin, still sticking to the helpless view of our difficulty, whispered to me:
"That man will be of no earthly use to us.
Superintendent Seegrave is an ass."
Released in his turn, Mr. Godfrey whispered to me--"Evidently a most competent person.
Betteredge, I have the greatest faith in him!"
Many men, many opinions, as one of the ancients said, before my time.
Mr. Superintendent's next proceeding took him back to the "boudoir" 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 bed-room was suddenly opened.
After having denied herself to everybody, Miss Rachel, 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.