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

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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?"




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