The Moonstone
case is simply a development of the romantic side of the Indian
character. It would be refreshment and an encouragement to those
men—quite inconceivable, I grant you, to the English mind—to surround
their wearisome and perilous errand in this country with a certain halo
of the marvellous and the supernatural. Their boy is unquestionably a
sensitive subject to the mesmeric influence—and, under that influence,
he has no doubt reflected what was already in the mind of the person
mesmerising him. I have tested the theory of clairvoyance—and I have
never found the manifestations get beyond that point. The Indians don’t
investigate the matter in this way; the Indians look upon their boy as
a Seer of things invisible to their eyes—and, I repeat, in that marvel
they find the source of a new interest in the purpose that unites them.
I only notice this as offering a curious view of human character, which
must be quite new to you. We have nothing whatever to do with
clairvoyance, or with mesmerism, or with anything else that is hard of
belief to a practical man, in the inquiry that we are now pursuing. My
object in following the Indian plot, step by step, is to trace results
back, by rational means, to natural causes. Have I succeeded to your
satisfaction so far?”
“Not a doubt of it, Mr. Murthwaite! I am waiting, however, with some
anxiety, to hear the rational explanation of the difficulty which I
have just had the honour of submitting to you.”
Mr. Murthwaite smiled. “It’s the easiest difficulty to deal with of
all,” he said. “Permit me to begin by admitting your statement of the
case as a perfectly correct one. The Indians were undoubtedly not aware
of what Mr. Franklin Blake had done with the Diamond—for we find them
making their first mistake, on the first night of Mr. Blake’s arrival
at his aunt’s house.”
“Their first mistake?” I repeated.
“Certainly! The mistake of allowing themselves to be surprised, lurking
about the terrace at night, by Gabriel Betteredge. However, they had
the merit of seeing for themselves that they had taken a false
step—for, as you say, again, with plenty of time at their disposal,
they never came near the house for weeks afterwards.”
“Why, Mr. Murthwaite? That’s what I want to know! Why?”
“Because no Indian, Mr. Bruff, ever runs an unnecessary risk. The
clause you drew in Colonel Herncastle’s Will, informed them (didn’t
it?) that the Moonstone was to pass absolutely into Miss Verinder’s
possession on her birthday. Very well. Tell me which was the safest
course for men in their position? To make their attempt on the Diamond
while it was under the control of Mr. Franklin Blake, who had shown
already that he could suspect and outwit them? Or to wait till the
Diamond was at the disposal of a young girl, who would innocently
delight in wearing the magnificent jewel at every possible opportunity?
Perhaps you want a proof that my theory is correct? Take the conduct of
the Indians themselves as the proof. They appeared at the house, after
waiting all those weeks, on Miss Verinder’s birthday; and they were
rewarded for the patient accuracy of their calculations by seeing the
Moonstone in the bosom of her dress! When I heard the story of the
Colonel and the Diamond, later in the evening, I felt so sure about the
risk Mr. Franklin Blake had run (they would have certainly attacked
him, if he had not happened to ride back to Lady Verinder’s in the
company of other people); and I was so strongly convinced of the worse
risk still, in store for Miss Verinder, that I recommended following
the Colonel’s plan, and destroying the identity of the gem by having it
cut into separate stones. How its extraordinary disappearance that
night, made my advice useless, and utterly defeated the Hindoo plot—and
how all further action on the part of the Indians was paralysed the
next day by their confinement in prison as rogues and vagabonds—you
know as well as I do. The first act in the conspiracy closes there.
Before we go on to the second, may I ask whether I have met your
difficulty, with an explanation which is satisfactory to the mind of a
practical man?”
It was impossible to deny that he had met my difficulty fairly; thanks
to his superior knowledge of the Indian character—and thanks to his not
having had hundreds of other Wills to think of since Colonel
Herncastle’s time!
“So far, so good,” resumed Mr. Murthwaite. “The first chance the
Indians had of seizing the Diamond was a chance lost, on the day when
they were committed to the prison at Frizinghall. When did the second
chance offer itself? The second chance offered itself—as I am in a
condition to prove—while they were still in confinement.”
He took out his pocket-book, and opened it at a particular leaf, before
he went on.
“I was staying,” he resumed, “with some friends at Frizinghall, at the
time. A day or two before the Indians were set free (on a Monday, I
think), the governor of the prison came to me with a letter. It had
been left for the Indians by one Mrs. Macann, of whom they had hired
the lodging in which they lived; and it had been delivered at Mrs.
Macann’s door, in ordinary course of post, on the previous morning. The
prison authorities had noticed that the postmark was ‘Lambeth,’ and
that the address on the outside, though expressed in correct English,
was, in form, oddly at variance with the customary method of directing
a letter. On opening it, they had found the contents to be written in a
foreign language, which they rightly guessed at as Hindustani. Their
object in coming to me was, of course, to have the letter translated to
them. I took a copy in my pocket-book of the original, and of my
translation—and there they are at your service.”
He handed me the open pocket-book. The address on the letter was the
first thing copied. It was all written in one paragraph, without any
attempt at punctuation, thus: “To the three Indian men living with the
lady called Macann at Frizinghall in Yorkshire.” The Hindoo characters
followed; and the English translation appeared at the end, expressed in
these mysterious words:
“In the name of the Regent of the Night, whose seat is on the Antelope,
whose arms embrace the four corners of the earth.
“Brothers, turn your faces to the south, and come to me in the street
of many noises, which leads down to the muddy river.
“The reason is this.
“My own eyes have seen it.”
There the letter ended, without either date or signature. I handed it
back to Mr. Murthwaite, and owned that this curious specimen of Hindoo
correspondence rather puzzled me.
“I can explain the first sentence to you,” he said; “and the conduct of
the Indians themselves will explain the rest. The god of the moon is
represented, in the Hindoo mythology, as a four-armed deity, seated on
an antelope; and one of his titles is the regent of the night. Here,
then, to begin with, is something which looks suspiciously like an
indirect reference to the Moonstone. Now, let us see what the Indians
did, after the prison authorities had allowed them to receive their
letter. On the very day when they were set free they went at once to
the railway station, and took their places in the first train that
started for London. We all thought it a pity at Frizinghall that their
proceedings were not privately watched. But, after Lady Verinder had
dismissed the police-officer, and had stopped all further inquiry into
the loss of the Diamond, no one else could presume to stir in the
matter. The Indians were free to go to London, and to London they went.
What was the next news we heard of them, Mr. Bruff?”
“They were annoying Mr. Luker,” I answered, “by loitering about the
house at Lambeth.”
“Did you read the report of Mr. Luker’s application to the magistrate?”
“Yes.”
“In the course of his statement he referred, if you remember, to a
foreign workman in his employment, whom he had just dismissed on
suspicion of attempted theft, and whom he also distrusted as possibly
acting in collusion with the Indians who had annoyed him. The inference
is pretty plain, Mr. Bruff, as to who wrote that letter which puzzled
you just now, and as to which of Mr. Luker’s Oriental treasures the
workman had attempted to steal.”
The inference (as I hastened to acknowledge) was too plain to need
being pointed out. I had never doubted that the Moonstone had found its
way into Mr. Luker’s hands, at the time Mr. Murthwaite alluded to. My
only question had been, How had the Indians discovered the
circumstance? This question (the most difficult to deal with of all, as
I had thought) had now received its answer, like the rest. Lawyer as I
was, I began to feel that I might trust Mr. Murthwaite to lead me
blindfold through the last windings of the labyrinth, along which he
had guided me thus far. I paid him the compliment of telling him this,
and found my little concession very graciously received.
“You shall give me a piece of information in your turn before we go
on,” he said. “Somebody must have taken the Moonstone from Yorkshire to
London. And somebody must have raised money on it, or it would never
have been in Mr. Luker’s possession. Has there been any discovery made
of who that person was?”
“None that I know of.”
“There was a story (was there not?) about Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite. I am
told he is an eminent philanthropist—which is decidedly against him, to
begin with.”
I heartily agreed in this with Mr. Murthwaite. At the same time, I felt
bound to inform him (without, it is needless to say, mentioning Miss
Verinder’s name) that Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite had been cleared of all
suspicion, on evidence which I could answer for as entirely beyond
dispute.
“Very well,” said Mr. Murthwaite, quietly, “let us leave it to time to
clear the matter up. In the meanwhile, Mr. Bruff, we must get back
again to the Indians, on your account. Their journey to London simply
ended in their becoming the victims of another defeat. The loss of
their second chance of seizing the Diamond is mainly attributable, as I
think, to the cunning and foresight of Mr. Luker—who doesn’t stand at
the top of the prosperous and ancient profession of usury for nothing!
By the prompt dismissal of the man in his employment, he deprived the
Indians of the assistance which their confederate would have rendered
them in getting into the house. By the prompt transport of the
Moonstone to his banker’s, he took the conspirators by surprise before
they were prepared with a new plan for robbing him. How the Indians, in
this latter case, suspected what he had done, and how they contrived to
possess themselves of his banker’s receipt, are events too recent to
need dwelling on. Let it be enough to say that they know the Moonstone
to be once more out of their reach; deposited (under the general
description of ‘a valuable of great price’) in a banker’s strong room.
Now, Mr. Bruff, what is their third chance of seizing the Diamond? and
when will it come?”
As the question passed his lips, I penetrated the motive of the
Indian’s visit to my office at last!
“I see it!” I exclaimed. “The Indians take it for granted, as we do,
that the Moonstone has been pledged; and they want to be certainly
informed of the earliest period at which the pledge can be
redeemed—because that will be the earliest period at which the Diamond
can be removed from the safe keeping of the bank!”
“I told you you would find it out for yourself, Mr. Bruff, if I only
gave you a fair chance. In a year from the time when the Moonstone was
pledged, the Indians will be on the watch for their third chance. Mr.
Luker’s own lips have told them how long they will have to wait, and
your respectable authority has satisfied them that Mr. Luker has spoken
the truth. When do we suppose, at a rough guess, that the Diamond found